by flibinite
Oh well... in keeping (sort of) with my earlier post about "who do you write your stories for", I am going to post one that I wrote for a specific individual. I lost a bet to this nice woman from Toronto, who I have known online for a long time, back in February of 2002. We bet on the Olympic Women's hockey gold medal game between the US and Canada. I actually thought Canada was going to win (honest to god), even though the US had won something like 35 straight games, but of course picked the US, being "patriotic" and all. I even picked the right score, 3-2, the Canadians winning. So anyrate, I lost the bet, and had to pay up. The stakes were that if she won the bet, I had to write her a story (she likes all my stuff for some strange reason), something hot, to be sure, but also something a bit more romantic than, well, some of the things we had been doing online. :p
So, even though it took me exactly a year to that day to complete it, I did...A story about the two of us meeting for the first time at a software convention somewhere, how I fantasized how it would go. The story grew with the telling, and actually ended up novella length, about 66 pages. The story breaks down into almost exactly three parts though...the first third about them meeting and getting acquainted in various and sundry ways (see below), the second third is the time they spend at "Imagio's", a lesbian dance club, and the last third is about their trip back to their hotel and what happens there.
But please remember as you read, that this was written for one person, a person who I had already been "verbally" intimate with for quite some time. As such, there is little of subtlety here, sexually speaking, some references that might not make sense, and no great attempt to be too perfect in descriptions or style. This is mainly a plot piece, as is my wont, something I thought she would enjoy based on the way we have/had been together.
This is a completed work, and I will not be editing or changing it. But please, I do want to get better at this writing thingee, so any of you that might read it, please feel free to comment, critique, mention, laugh, whatever, about it to me, either here on via email. I will gladly take ANY feedback you give me and try to incorporate it into future writings. The exception to this is elle, who did a yeowoman's job of proofing this for me after I finally "completed" it. She found so many grammatical errors, spello's, tenso's, some confuso's, etc., that saved it from being too laughable. I incorporated about 90% of her suggested changes into it, and I thank her publically for that. As such I already know what her thoughts and opinions are on it. But anyone else, please feel free and justified to fire away at me, if you read it.
To any of those with the time and inclination to read...thanks. :-)) To any of those that choose not to, well...I'm taking names...and perhaps sending them to Eye for her future "consideration". Fair warning... :p
Thanks...Ackk...btw, it's called "A Night at Imagio's"...
Jo
PS - is in html format, which uses your browser, but reads much easier if you narrow down your screen width a bit..
by flibinite
It was already early evening on the last Thursday before Labor Day when Jo stood fumbling with her card key outside her hotel room door, her heavy suitcase in one hand, her travel bag over one shoulder, her purse draped over the other. She debated just kicking at the front door for some help, assuming the female roommate that the conference had assigned her was already here, Jo having arrived later than she planned. For the fifteenth time she wondered who it might be, what she might be like, hoping that they would have a bit in common, or, at the very least, the other would be a friendly type.
As she finally got the key adjusted to the correct position in her hand to slide it into the lock, the door suddenly whipped open, startling her and causing her to gasp. Standing just inside the door, and for a split second silhouetted by the light of the uncovered sliding glass doors to the room's balcony, stood a woman.
As the woman stepped forward a pace into the doorway, somewhat startled herself by Jo just standing there, Jo could see her face and body, now more fully lit by the lights of the hallway. She was pretty...long brown hair, thin but soft lips, piercing eyes, her pale skin completely offset by the jet black of her...swimsuit? Jo stared down at the body filling that swimsuit for a moment, a long orange towel draped fetchingly around the neck hiding some of it, but certainly liking what she could see, finally startled out of her perusal by the other's voice.
"Joan? Joan Saxon?"
Jo looked back up, meeting the other's gaze, quickly extending her hand to her "doormate". Realizing that it still held the card key, she raised it up to her mouth and put the corner of the card between her lips, re-extending her hand to place it in the other's warm grasp.
"Noo..yohhh, pweez tomb mee eww," she said, grimacing at how stupid she had just looked and sounded.
"Michelle Chandler, err, Jo...pweez tomb mee eww, too," the other replied laughingly, reaching up to pluck the card key from Jo's mouth, then down to grab the suitcase from her hand. "I'm bilingual...I speak perfect gibberish," she said with another smile, then turned and headed back into the room.
Only slightly embarrassed, Jo followed her inside, looking at Michelle's long, soft hair, her strong shoulders and back, following the sway of her roommate's ass as the other carried the heavy bag easily up to the first of the queen sized beds and hoisted and tossed it out flat on the mattress. "Control yourself, Jo," she thought. "You're here for a two-day convention, not to get all hot and bothered by your roommate." She lifted her gaze up quickly to meet Michelle's as the other straightened and turned.
"I took the bed by the windows, Jo. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all, I don't really have a preference. That bed is brighter, but this one is closer to the refrigerator, so no big deal to me," she finished with a wide smile, hoping Michelle couldn't read minds.
She stood there, still smiling as she watched her roommate begin to appraise HER, looking her up and down slowly with a slight smile of her own. Jo wasn't sure whether this was the best outfit to be wearing for a first impression, the tight, yellow stretch halter top and dress shorts leaving little to the imagination. But then again, it did show off some of her best physical attributes.
She managed to repress a small tingle of arousal when she noticed Michelle's gaze lingering on her chest for a moment, knowing that her breasts filled out the stretchy top rather impressively. Well, at least she thought it lingered there, the hesitation maybe just a figment of her wishful imagination. Finally, Michelle's eyes met hers again, the other's smile broader now, her eyes almost twinkling.
"You're younger than I thought, Jo. Twenty-three?"
"Twenty-four; a couple of years out of college working for my father's firm in the information system's group." Jo replied, for some reason thinking that she had to explain herself and why she was here to this woman. "This was kind of a present from him, a chance to get out of the office and relax for a couple of days, maybe pick up a bit of info at the conference we can use. But truthfully, looking at the guest speaker list and subject matter, this stuff is a bit high end for our small company. How about you? I'm guessing twenty-eight, twenty-nine?
"Good guess. Twenty-nine...over the hill in a year, I fear." Michelle stepped closer to her, extending her hand to give Jo back her key, looking into her eyes.
As Jo took the key, she knew that Michelle was expecting her to say something back to her like, "Ohh, no way...you don't look over the hill at all to me," or some such. But suddenly, feeling a strange vibe within her, she only stood there trying to look sad, commiserating, "Ohh, that's too bad Michelle. I'm so sorry." Then she blinked her eyes and smiled as innocently as she possibly could. She was relieved to see the other blink too, then smile broadly and say quietly...
"You bitch..."
Jo grinned back at her. "You don't know the half of it."
"Well, maybe we'll find out over the next two days, huh?"
"You don't want to know, Michelle, trust me."
"I'll take my chances if you don't mind, Jo."
They both stood there grinning, two feet apart, trading their small quips and smiles, and just like that, they were friends. They had simply jumped past all the small talk and the "hi, how are you's" to get right to the nitty gritty of friendship...the insults and the trust...the trust that the other wouldn't take anything too seriously, that they would automatically know that it was all just in fun, that the respect and friendship were there in full, despite any words that were spoken. Such quantum leaps happen occasionally in new relationships, and it had happened to then.
Jo looked her up and down again. "Soo, you going swimming?"
"No, I was modeling in the window for the pervert across the way there with the field glasses. Of course I was going swimming! Wanna come along?"
"Sure, I could use a swim after that long drive. Let me change quick and I'll join you." Jo moved past her to the bed, reaching out to unzip her bag and start rummaging through it. "I like your suit, though, truly. You look good in black. It set's off your hair and skin nicely."
"Thank you, Jo. I'm interested in seeing yours too."
Jo found it, hugging it to her stomach, her back to Michelle. "Ok, but you have to close your eyes til I get it on. It doesn't look the same just hanging from my hand."
"Close my eyes, huh? Spoilsport!" she said laughingly. "Ok, they're closed."
The younger girl proceeded to kick off her sneaks, slide out of her shorts and panties, loosen her halter and slide it down and off her arms. She never turned or glanced behind her though, all the time imagining that her new friend was cheating, peeking, watching her disrobe, staring at her naked ass and back and legs, feeling that tingle surge through her again, but once again suppressing it. She pulled on her metallic-blue stretch one piece, the one with the dark gray trimming, adjusting it around herself, smoothing and straightening it, sucking in her gut a bit and turning.
"Ok, you can open them now."
Jo watched quietly as Michelle opened her eyes, blinked at the sudden brightness, looked at her and smiled. She didn't move as Michelle began to give her the once over, slowing looking her up and down. She did start shifting her feet a little though as her new roommate began to give her the twice over, walking all around her, appraising her, making Jo feel almost nervous that something was wrong. Awaiting the other's verdict impatiently, she finally just blurted out, "WELL!?"
Michelle stopped in front of her, grinning. "Stay away from the window, hon, or you'll have the pervert over there falling off his balcony. Now grab your towel and let's go...water's waiting. Leave your key, I have mine."
Jo smiled too, relieved for some reason, reaching into her bag for a large white and blue beach towel and a small inflatable ball that she had brought just for this. Turning to catch up as the other held the front door of their room open, she started to blow it up, Michelle letting the door close behind them and moving up beside her as they began their walk down the hallway.
"You brought a beach ball?!"
"Yeah...I get bored so fast just swimming and treading water," she said through puffs into the eight-inch wide ball. "This just gives me something else to do in that case, if I have someone else to do it with." She looked over at her new friend. "Hopefully you're game."
Michelle's grin was almost feral then. "I play softball. I've got a great arm. And yeah, I'm game."
The two of them reached the pool, dumped their towels and dove in, glad that it was deserted except for an older woman and her young daughter using the Jacuzzi built into one corner of it. They swam and dove and chatted for a while, finding out a bit more about each other and what they did and where they lived and what their lives were like. They had a lot in common, despite the difference in their ages...about the same education, current jobs, and future plans.
They were both single, currently "between" relationships (although neither went out of their way to mention the types of relationships they had been in), and they both liked to dance and eat, and occasionally, drink. After a time, as she had said, Jo got bored with just treading water and climbed out to get the ball, throwing it to Michelle in the middle of the good-sized pool.
"I'll jump in and you try and toss it to me in mid air so I can catch it before I hit the water. Ok?!"
"Sure thing, Jo...I'll try to lead you so you can really jump out there. Go ahead, I'm ready," she said, drawing the ball back behind her head.
Jo went back about six paces, waved her hand to indicate she was ready, then ran towards the edge of the pool and leaped out over the water, hands outstretched to catch the ball. She sailed through the air, seeing Michelle smiling, waving to her, making no attempt whatsoever to throw the ball. Screaming, "YOU BIT...!!", the end of her epithet thankfully cut off from the girl and her mother by the water, Jo's blue-clad body sank beneath the surface amidst a sea of glugs, gurgles, and foam.
She stayed underwater for a while, Michelle amusedly noting the number of bubbles reaching the surface at the place where Jo had gone under. The younger woman appeared to be a bit peeved as she popped up finally, shaking the water out of her hair and wiping it out of her eyes. She raised her right hand deliberately.
"Throw me the ball..."
Michelle smiled at her innocently. "Why, Jo?"
"THROW ME THE BALL!!"
The smiling woman flipped it to her easily, Jo catching it in one hand and tossing it back.
"OK, again." So Michelle threw it to her again.
"Good! I just wanted to see if you could even throw the dang thing. Let's try it again, Michelle," Jo said, attempting to throw the ball back to her, "inadvertently" losing her grip on it to let it go off almost sideways, about twenty-five feet equidistant from both. She looked at the ball laying there on the water, then over at Michelle, suddenly screaming, "LOOSE BALL!!", then flipped over to tear off after it, her new friend hurriedly doing the same.
With that head start, the younger swimmer reached it first, lifting it up in one hand and sputtering, "Mine!" This accomplished exactly nothing, however, as Michelle simply tackled her and dragged her underwater.
They grappled for a few seconds, the ball squirting off to the side, and ended up beneath the water, holding each other by the shoulders, rotating slowly around each other in a kind of underwater waltz, until need drove them to the surface for air. They gulped and sucked it in, still holding each other like that, starting to circle again as they kicked and tread water, using only their feet and legs. Jo tried to look angry, difficult with her face half covered by her long, wet hair.
"Ohhh, you cheat...you're a meanie and you cheat!"
"Hey, I wasn't ready to throw it when you jumped in, and who just cheated their way into a head start?"
"I'm just quicker than you!"
"Maybe, but I'm stronger."
"That remains to be seen..."
"You want to jump in again while I throw the ball?"
"Are you nuts...fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice..."
"You're just being a big baby, Charlie Brown. You know I'll throw it this time for sure!"
"Grrrr...Thanks a lot, Lucy!"
They bantered back and forth like this for a while, still circling close to each other, their calves and thighs and knees occasionally touching, scraping across one another's as their legs kicked languidly below the surface. A few of the touches were just "intimate" enough to make Jo shiver and bite at her lower lip, her attraction to Michelle growing. She found herself wondering more and more if it was something she should mention, something she should talk to her new friend about, to try and find out for certain if Michelle even swung in that direction, much less was attracted to her as well.
"You keep shivering, Jo. Are you cold, because I am, a bit," Michelle asked her with small look of concern. "Maybe we should get out?"
Jo wasn't really cold, but her mind was starting to drift, and she did want to get out now, so simply said, "Yeah, I think so too."
So the two of them swam over to where their towels lay on the side, collecting the ball as they went, climbed out and began to towel off. They debated using the Jacuzzi, but the young girl was acting up a bit, and neither of them had the patience at the moment to sit through that. So they dried off, draped their colorful towels over their shoulders and headed back to the room, Jo's thoughts all a-jumble, Michelle's unknown to her.
About halfway back to their room they were passed by a marginally good-looking young man carrying a tennis racket and a can of balls. He stared at the two of them openly, almost leering at them as he went past Jo's shoulder and headed off in the opposite direction. She debated adding an extra bit of sashay to her walk, certain that he would be turning to check out their asses as they went their separate ways, but decided against it, not wanting to "reward" his blatantness, whispering to Michelle.
"Sheesh...could he be ANY more obvious?"
"Well, Jo, we make a good couple."
Jo glanced over at her sharply, but Michelle was just staring straight ahead, little or no expression on her face. Now Jo was really becoming confused about things. Did her friend mean anything by that remark? Was she trying to imply something? Was it some kind of covert invitation? Or did it mean nothing? After all, in their tight, wet bathing suits, she imagined they did make quite a couple. Not sure how to respond, she just half-whispered, "Yeah, we do."
As they reached the door to their room and Michelle worked the key, Jo managed to drag herself out of her imagination and more into the real world, catching the other's attention with her eyes as they entered the room together.
"Heads or tails, Michelle?"
"What?"
"Heads or tails...?"
"Ok, I said I was game...heads!"
"Wrong. It was tails. I'll take dibs on the shower then," Jo stated, looking at her friend solemnly, wishing this first time that Michelle had won.
Michelle laughed, tossing her wet hair. "Sure, if you want it that badly."
Jo continued to stare at her, not smiling. "Don't you believe me that you lost the toss? I've been doing that for twelve years, you know. It's so much easier than digging out a coin."
The black-suited woman's smile quickly faded as she heard the seriousness in her friend's voice, reaching out to put a hand on Jo's shoulder. "No, no...I really do believe you Jo, honest."
"Good, because in twelve years I have never cheated on that once... not once!" the earnestness in her own voice surprising even herself. Calming slightly, she continued. "Look, Michelle...I just need you to know that I can be very sincere about things sometimes, that I'm not always a goofball. And if you want to take the shower first, that's ok with me."
Michelle slid her hand down along Jo's arm for a few inches before pulling it away, looking closely at her. "Oh no, you won the toss fair and square, no doubt in my mind at all now. Go ahead."
Jo nodded, grateful that the other had realized just how important it was to her that Michelle believed her just then, trusted her. She had just turned for the bathroom door to take her quick shower, reaching up to start peeling the wet suit off her shoulders, when she was suddenly struck by the incredible urge to have her "believing" friend join her.
"I could make some crack about conserving water," she thought, "see if she looks at me like I was crazy or some kind of pervert. But maybe she'd say 'Yes', too. She certainly seems a bit attracted to me, unless I am misreading her completely."
However, before she could quite get up the nerve to pose the question, Michelle had moved off to turn on all the lights and to close the drapes to the balcony, obviously preparing to take off her own swimsuit. The moment having passed, Jo sighed, then moved into the bathroom, shut the door, and took her shower.
Jo let the warm water play over her body, idly pushing her hair back and to the sides as she lifted her face into the spray, enjoying its warmth, the way it flowed down along her. She reached out to twist the water mixer a bit farther to the left, wanting the heat, suddenly realizing just how cool the hotel room had been by comparison. She grabbed the little courtesy soap and shampoo/conditioner that she had opened before climbing into the shower tub, and began to wash herself off, thinking about Michelle.
She did her hair first, just working a little conditioner in to make it more manageable, then rinsed it off, sputtering and turning to get her longish hair in the back. Satisfied with that, she took the mini soap and built up a decent lather in her hands, starting to think again that she had missed a real opportunity to see where she stood by not asking the other to join her in here.
She closed her eyes, washing herself, absently pictured Michelle in her mind, seeing her in the tight swimsuit, remembering her strong shoulders, great eyes, and the way their legs had touched, the feel of her smooth, wet skin sliding against her own under the water in the pool. She moaned softly, the moan seeming to arouse her from her water-induced trance, becoming aware finally that she was almost masturbating, the fingers of her right hand sliding softly over her pussy, her soapy left hand massaging her left breast rather hard, kneading and pulling at it.
"Oh for god's sake," she groaned to herself, pulling her hands away and starting to rinse off completely, "I don't have time for this right now...hopefully save it for later, keep my edge. Get a grip here, sluthead!" Jo couldn't stand how easily, how unthinkingly she had drifted off into self-pleasuring mode again. "Well, at least there's a damn good reason, this time," she thought, one last time picturing Michelle in her swimsuit. She reached out finally, and shut off the water.
After she had stepped out of the shower and had toweled off her body and hair as best she could in the humid bathroom, another problem arose in her mind. Could she go out of the bathroom naked, or should she wrap up in a towel? She was not normally modest by nature, and certainly not ashamed of her body at all. Nevertheless, she didn't want to appear TOO obvious, too blatant, like she was parading herself, showing off her "plumage".
She was feeling good vibes about this new relationship, like something was actually capable of happening between the two of them, and she hated to muck it up by pushing things too fast and too hard and too soon. But she also realized that she could wait too long to say or do anything, and before she knew it, the two days, like the moment before her shower, would be gone, and she would never even know.
"GAHHH!! I hate this!," she fumed, finally settling on wrapping a bath towel just above the nipples on her breasts, the thing wide enough to just barely cover her sex, too. She had decided not to push just yet, to wait and try to read a few more signs, anything to see if Michelle was or could be interested in her as more than just a friend. "Maybe something will come up at dinner," she thought, drying her hair with a second towel and stepping out of the steamy bathroom. She was greeted by Michelle standing just outside the door, a silky, blue print kimono wrapped loosely around her, a large grin on her face as she saw Jo.
"You leave any hot water for me?"
"Ohh, sure, plenty. N...nice kimono," she half-stammered, staring at it, seeing the way it swept over Michelle's shoulders and breasts. "Very becoming."
Michelle waved, laughing, indicating Jo's "outfit". "Speaking of becoming...don't they have something besides hand towels in there? That one doesn't leave very much to the imagination at all!"
Jo blushed furiously; stunning herself, as she almost never blushed normally, barely resisting the urge to put a hand over her crotch and an arm over her breasts to cover herself. Seeing her discomfiture, Michelle reached up to touch her cheek lightly. "It's ok, Jo, don't worry about it. I'm just teasing you a bit, you know." She then stepped past her still blushing friend and moved into the bathroom to begin her own shower, closing the door behind her.
Jo stood there gritting her teeth for a moment, mentally kicking herself in the ass for reacting like that, like some Little Miss Proper, like some school kid that was still ashamed to show her body to anyone. Why had she reacted like that, instead of doing what her new friend's words almost seemed to be suggesting? Why hadn't she just opened her towel, given Michelle a really good look, and said something urbane and witty like "Curiosity killed the kitty, Michelle," or "I hate imagination...have a look at reality, Michelle," or even "TA-DAA...what do you think, Michelle."
But NOOO, she had gone blank, defensive, embarrassed, practically certain that her new friend now considered her strictly hetero at best and a total prude at worst. "I'm neither of those," she thought angrily, and was now determined to show the other just that when she came out of the bathroom. So, taking the towel off and throwing it over the back of a chair, she got her dryer from her bag, plugged it in and began to dry and fix her hair in the large mirror just at the entrance to the "bedroom" proper, plotting strategies as she worked on it.
She thought for a while, knowing she had to make a decision quickly, as she suddenly heard the water shut off, knowing Michelle would be back out in the room in just a few moments. "It has to be something obvious to the eye, but look accidental, not like I'm just wildly flaunting myself at her...not that, not quite yet. But I want it to tease, be sexual, in case she's bi or only barely attracted to me." She thought about not putting on any underwear with the nice blouse and dress slacks she planned to wear to dinner. Would that be obvious enough?
"NO!" she thought grimly to herself, "I'm going to push this a bit, I'm sick of holding myself back. She either likes me or she doesn't, she is either attracted to me or she's not. So shut up and just do it, Jo!" she finished emphatically, almost aloud, shutting off the hair dryer and moving to her open suitcase on the bed.
She found her good blouse instantly, right on top with just a few small wrinkles in it. "Well," she thought, finally smiling, finally happy just to have made a decision, "let's see if I can stretch even those wrinkles out now." She quickly slid the velvety-soft, white blouse over her arms and began to button the sleeves, leaving it open and hanging down along the outsides of her large breasts for now. Finishing the sleeves, she slowly closed all the buttons from just below the level of her nipples to the bottom, all but the very bottom one, wanting to leave it a bit looser there for now.
Facing away from the bathroom door then, Jo stood there as casually as she could, her heart beginning to pound, the thought of what she was doing, the soft material sliding lightly over her barely covered nipples as she breathed, the feel of them already beginning to harden and push at the fabric containing them, all conspiring to arouse her, something that she had not wanted quite yet. But it was too late to back out of this now, as just then she heard the bathroom door opening, Michelle calling something out. Gasping, Jo quickly bent forward, spreading her naked legs slightly, pretending to rummage in her suitcase.
"Hey, Jo...I hate these little hotel thingees, and silly me forgot to bring her own hair....hair....dryer. I...I was wondering...if I might borrow yours...?"
Jo could tell that Michelle had seen what she was so gratuitously exposing now, this knowledge causing a startlingly large shiver of pleasure to shoot from her brain directly into her rather graphically displayed sex. Then, after waiting a few beats, she slowly stood up straight and turned, pretending to be embarrassed herself (she actually was somewhat embarrassed, but only by her somewhat blatant trolling just now), reaching down to button that last button, her blouse now just barely covering her pussy, her nipples more prominent than ever through the sheer material of her blouse.
"Ohh...oh sure, Michelle...I...I'm done with it for now."
They stood there staring at each other, Jo's gaze once again drawn to the deeply plunging "neckline" of the other's loosely tied kimono, Michelle's eyes following the path of the blouse's buttons, from groin to neck, stopping for a while to admire the way Jo's breasts strained against the fabric, the obvious outline of her hardened nipples, saying softly, "No bra, huh? Girl, I do love your style."
Jo simply smiled at her, nodding a bit, still eyeing the older woman's body as Michelle moved to pick up the hair dryer. Jo saw the other hold it in her hand for a moment, looking at it. She watched as Michelle sighed, then straightened her shoulders as if coming to some kind of decision, put the appliance back on the small table, and turned and approached her.
"I have a question," she said, moving up to within a couple of feet of the half-dressed woman, staring at her with slightly lidded eyes. "What else do you have left to put on?"
The young woman was slightly taken aback by this, but answered honestly, gazing into Michelle's eyes, at her soft lips, half whispering, "Some white cotton panties, medium brown dress pants, and nice pair of sandals."
Michelle moved a bit closer to her, Jo almost able to feel the heat of the other's freshly washed skin radiating between them. "Do you have a skirt that matches that blouse, Jo?"
"Y...yes."
"Would you wear that for me, instead?"
"Sure, if you want, Michelle."
"I do. Ohh, and one other thing?"
"Yes?"
"Skip the panties for me...leave yourself naked and exposed under your skirt for me?"
Jo could not help herself and closed her eyes, her head falling back ever so slightly, barely managing to stifle the moan that threatened to make her look like a complete slut, struggling to control the waves of arousal that coursed through her at the other's words. After a few moments she finally managed to breathe, "Would you like me to be like that for you, Michelle? I will do that if that's what you truly want."
Michelle stepped even closer to her then, VERY close, her nostrils flaring, both of them breathing faster, their nipples touching ever so slightly when they both inhaled at exactly the same time. "Yes, Jo dear...I truly want that."
Unable to even speak for a moment, the trembling young woman simply nodded, licking her lips, both of them staring into each other's eyes, feeling the heat of this thing between them, both of them struggling not to reach out and grab the other, to kiss them. They hung onto the moment instead, letting the delicious tease of it all consume them, make them begin to ache with a building desire for each other, until Jo was finally able to whisper, "Wh...What if I get wet?" moaning softly at her own use of that word.
Michelle just looked at her, her eyes widening, for some reason her smile almost grim. "You mean you aren't wet already?"
Jo stared back at her, shuddering, realizing with a start that she WAS wet, that she was horribly aroused by the way this was going, by her own sluttiness, and by her new friend's almost perfect response to the situation.
"Yess..." she practically whimpered, "I am..."
"Show me," Michelle commanded, stepping back, her voice thick and a bit hoarse-sounding. "Show me how wet you are, Jo."
The young woman moaned again as those waves of arousal began to crest even higher in her mind, chest, and loins, this possibly being the most erotic thing she had ever been involved with, certainly the most arousing event that she had ever been a part of that did not include actual touching. Unable to even think about resisting this, she reached down and shakily opened the two lowest buttons of her blouse, sliding the ends around her hips, keeping them back by placing her hands flat against her buttocks, fingers pointing downward.
Breathing heavily, she leaned backward a bit, pushing on her ass to thrust her pelvis, her open, gleaming sex, forward toward the woman who was absolutely driving her insane with desire at the moment. It was all Jo could do to hold this position, her legs like rubber, the idea of simply displaying herself like this to the attractive near-stranger making her pussy fairly gush with arousal. Panting lightly, she watched as Michelle moved even closer, dropped to one knee, and began to examine her wet sex with her eyes, never touching it, never even pretending she was going to.
All this became too much for the shaking, half-dressed woman and she could not keep herself from dropping her head back and moaning aloud, "Oh my god, Michelle...you're making me so damn hot I can't stand it!!"
With her head back and her eyes half closed, Jo could not see the woman beneath her with the lust-filled eyes grin mischievously for a moment, then purse her soft lips. However, the straining young woman did feel it when those lips began to blow and puff cool streams of air all along the length of her aroused slit, up and down its full length for a few mind-bending seconds.
"Uhhhhhh...ohhh...goddd!! Don't DO that, Michelle...lord!" Jo took her hands off her ass and straightened, her blouse dropping back around to partially cover her now aching cunt. "Not unless you want me to cum just standing here in the middle of the floor," she added almost desperately, still breathing heavily in undisguised desire for her new friend.
But by the time she had finished speaking, Michelle had already stood up, her lips still pursed slightly, her eyes lidded and heavy with lust for the shaking young woman in front of her. She closed the distance between them, moving between Jo's hastily raised arms, pressing her body gently against her, their face inches apart now. She knew to a certainty that Jo was not the only one struggling to catch her breath, not the only one who was no longer dry between the thighs, that the fragrant scent of Jo's arousal was not the only one filling the air about them.
"This is going to happen," she breathed to the thoroughly overwhelmed woman in her arms. "Maybe not right this second, because I'm famished, in more ways then one," she added, flashing a quick, leering grin. "But this...this 'you-and-I' thing, IS going to happen, Jo, and soon. Don't you agree?" she finished, dipping her head forward slightly to just brush her lips over the wide-eyed woman's parted ones.
"Yess...I do," she whispered back hoarsely. "It must happen...it must."
Jo closed her eyes for a moment, trying not to imagine, unable to do anything but imagine, the two of them grasping at each other, going after each other passionately on the bed, and on the floor, and in the shower. She shivered mightily, opening her eyes to cut off the images, to stare into the intent face of the woman that held her so gently in her arms, finally managing after a few moments to settle herself a bit.
"B...but you're right. I hate it, but you're right. We should eat first. I'm incredibly hungry, too," Jo stated, with her own quick, feral look. "And this "thing", this, well...wanton, physical thing can wait for just a while, can't it?"
"Sure it can, Jo. But not too long, ok?" She smiled warmly as the resulting vigorous nods of the younger woman's head make her agreement almost plaintively obvious. "Ok, good...because I don't know about you, Jo, but I'm about as aroused as I can get without setting off the whole sprinkler system, as aroused as I've been in a long, long time."
Jo had thought that was the case, prayed that it was, and could tell by the open, honest, aroused look on her new friend's face that this indeed, WAS the case. And just like that, in these few brief minutes, and just as they had when they had so quickly become friends, the two of them had jumped over all the games that people play, all the songs and dances that two people who are attracted to each other go through, to become lovers, the physical consummation of that fact not achieved yet, but agreed to, promised, as certain as the rising of the sun.
Neither of them were thinking along those lines though...it was just a thing that WAS, and they both knew it, with no more words needing be said. So Jo simply whispered, "Me too. Let's go eat then."
Michelle nodded and brushed her lips over Jo's again, and then they both turned to get fully dressed for dinner. Jo first reached out to grab for her panties, then stopped, remembering her promise not to wear them, shivering once again at the incredibly slutty way that made her feel. She pulled her carefully folded skirt out of her suitcase, preparing to put it on, when she suddenly realized just how truly aroused she was, how wet and slick her pussy and even the tops of her thighs were.
Knowing that it would only get worse before the night ended, she placed her skirt back down on the bed, and made her way to the bathroom to see if she could remove some of the sticky moistness and the blazing heat from her loins with a cold, wet washcloth. She grabbed her hair dryer and moved into the tiled room only to find Michelle already there, apparently having the same "problem".
They smiled at each other in the mirror, neither saying a word for a moment, till finally Michelle explained, "I figure if you can go sans panties, then so can I, but thought I'd do a little cleanup first."
"Umm...about that "no panty" promise...?"
Michelle glanced over at her. "I'm not holding you to that, Jo. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."
"Noo, it isn't that, it's just that...well...look at us here, after only a few minutes next to each other. What's it going to be like after an hour of being together, Michelle?" Jo lowered her head and her voice as well. "I'm so hot for you already..."
Michelle reached over and lifted the other's chin. "No, you're dead right Jo. I have a long dress to wear, and it still could get embarrassing for me. But you...? It's going to be a long, arousing night, Jo, so lets wear them so we don't have to worry about it so much."
Jo nodded, a bit relieved, and the two of them went about the rest of their business in silence, still staring at each other in the mirror, finally drying themselves off and beginning to dry and style their hair, Jo lending Michelle her hair dryer and using the hotel one herself, her hair almost dry enough already. After that, they worked on their makeup, both of them wishing to really look her best, both of them silent still, each of them catching the other glancing at their reflection occasionally. Finally, both of them finished, they left the exaggerated warmth of the bathroom and moved back out into the main room to finish changing.
Jo had only to slide on her white cotton high-cut panties, stockings, skirt, and heels, not about to wear sandals with THIS outfit, so was done quickly, glancing up to watch Michelle finish putting on her own outfit for the evening. And while the younger woman sat on the bed in her casual/formal lacy white blouse and short beige skirt and stockings, Michelle was dressing up in a way that could only be described as hot...going without a bra the same as her, but now attired only in sheer, black silk panties, black stockings and just beginning to step into her dress.
And WHAT a dress, Jo watching intently as the other slid into an incredible black satin, sleeveless, cheongsam dress, with long slitted sides, and a deep plum pattern print, very Japanese looking, yet almost Goth. As her sultry friend smoothed it down over her hips and thighs then stepped into her short, black leather boots, Jo could feel her heart pounding faster.
"My God, Michelle...you look unbelievably hot in that. I feel so underdressed now," she almost pouted.
"Nonsense, Jo, you look fine. I'm probably a bit over dressed, but I love this outfit so..."
The younger woman sat there staring at her, licking her lips, trying to hold back the resurgent tide of her arousal, then stood and rummaged around in the bottom of her suitcase for something.
"Maybe I can move myself up a bit with these," she said, removing some wide, beige, faux suspenders. "I generally don't put these on because they make me look a bit, well...trashy...but tonight? Well, I think I should wear them tonight." As she said this, she had begun to attach them to the hidden buttons inside her waistband, throwing them up over her shoulders and affixing them front and back, pushing the semi loose suspenders just outside of her nipples in front, the almost two-inch wide attachments seeming to cup and shape her buxom figure. She finished, looking up at Michelle for approval.
"You like?"
Her roommate's grin turned almost predatory again, and she moved closer to her and whispered, "Jo...You look good enough to eat...and eat...and eat."
Jo felt that delicious tingling again at her words, at her obvious intent, blushing gently, the sexual tension like a dense fog around them both. She was growing wet again, unable to help herself, imagining Michelle was doing the same, finally managing to groan, "Well, let's go get some food...to eat. Ok, Michelle?"
"Why don't you call me Mich, sweetie. Why waste your breath with extra syllables?"
Jo nodded at her, unable to stop her eyes from roving up and down along the other's slinkily clad body. "Ok, Mich...Let's get some dinner."
With that, the two of them grabbed their purses, stopped and peered into the mirror for one last check of their makeup and hair, and moved out of the hotel room. They walked down the carpeted hallway without saying a word, but unable to resist bumping softly against each other, unable not to clasp hands between them, needing to touch and be touched by each other, and made their way quietly to the dining room.
A young, attractive hostess met them at the door, a tag with the name "Alicia" on her left breast, her eyes going a bit wide as she moved up to them, asking simply, "table for two?" At Jo's nod, she continued, "smoking or non-smoking?"
Jo looked over quickly at her new friend and hopefully, soon to be lover. "I smoke a bit, Mich, but I can wait if you don't." She almost blushed again as she saw a quick glimmer of disapproval cover her friend's face. However, Michelle smiled then, and said magnanimously to the young woman, "Smoking, please, Alicia...there is nothing too good for my friend Jo tonight."
Jo's heart skipped a beat, and then another, as Alicia said, "Very good...right this way, please," and the two of them followed her into the dining room.
Both of them were aware of the eyes turning to them as they walked through the aisle between the mostly-filled tables, following their winsome hostess. There were a few double-takes as they passed, with men, young and old alike, staring and commenting amongst themselves, some of the females and children looking at them in surprise, their eyes wide and almost stunned. Neither Jo nor Mich cared about this at all, however, lost in the idea of being with and for each other, the rest of the world be, well...damned.
The hostess finally stopped at a candlelit table in the corner of the long rectangular dining room, the table well set with floral patterned china, sparkling crystal, and shining cutlery, covered by a clean, floor length white tablecloth. It was a table set for four, however, and when Mich moved to sit in the chair closest to the exact corner of the room, she left Jo with a debate.
Where should she sit...Across from her new friend (the image of sliding off one of her heels and reaching under the table with her leg to let her stocking foot play between Mich's thighs coming instantly to mind, sending a small shiver through her), or, should she sit to either her left or right, the better perhaps to lean, to whisper, to touch?
As the hostess stood waiting to place their menus at the appropriate places and remove the unused settings, Jo decided to sit in the chair to right of Mich, moved there and sat down, turning her head to smile at her friend. They listened to Alicia's "your waitress will be with you shortly, please enjoy your dinner" spiel as she gathered up the two other settings, smiled brightly at them, and departed.
The two woman looked at each other, Jo surprised when Mich suddenly sighed theatrically, looking somewhat sad, but her eyes twinkling as if at some private joke. Jo narrowed her eyes, trying to think what the other was up to here. Mich said nothing however, still sitting there acting sad, until the younger woman's curiosity got the better of her.
"What!?"
Mich sighed heavily again, then leaned in conspiratorially, Jo doing the same, the better to hear her words.
"I was hoping you were going to sit opposite me, so that at some time during the meal I could reach across with my foot and slide it up and down along your naked slit." She smiled wide then, sitting back, awaiting her friend's response. Jo stared at her for a moment, then a huge smile washed over her face too, and she started to laugh, not stopping until it was the older woman's turn to say, "What!?"
"Great minds, Mich, great minds...my sentiments exactly, you know," Jo stated, her laughter slackening off, then stopping as a rather earnest look took its place. She slowly reached out with her hand, placing it softly on Mich's right forearm, fingers caressing, rubbing gently, whispering, "But I thought sitting next to you might have certain...advantages...as well."
She watched her friend's eyes widen, her head nod slightly, only the goosebumps developing under Jo's stroking finger giving any indication of her actual feeling about what was happening between them just then. Jo continued to slide her fingers back and forth, loving the feel of Mich's skin, the way the candle reflected in the corner of her eyes, until she saw those eyes widen again and an almost imperceptibly shake of the other's head, the universal signal for "cheese it, the cops!"
Jo pulled her hand back just as she heard a voice say, "Hi...my name is Shannon, and I'll be serving you this evening," then continue on with a description of the evening's specials.
Jo stared up at Shannon as she continued to speak, taking the young woman in...smallish, but with nicely defined breasts under her soft white blouse, cute as a button, with cropped black hair, bright green eyes, and a smile to die for, attractive legs sticking out from underneath her short black skirt, and wearing, surprisingly to Jo, a soft white choker with a single red ruby centered directly over the hollow of her attractive throat.
The young woman was quite professional, it seemed, smiling as she looked back and forth into the eyes of her two patrons, speaking quickly and clearly. Jo suddenly realized, though, that she hadn't heard a single word the other had said, except for the very ending.
"...and while you two think about that, can I start you off with something to drink, something from the bar, perhaps?" Her eyes stopped on Jo then, waiting.
"I...I'll have a, hmmm...ok, I'll have a gin and tonic please. It is summer still, after all."
"Very good, ma'am," turning to Mich.
"Make mine a vodka and tonic, Shannon."
"Very good...ok...I'll be back with your drinks shortly while you two decide on your entrées..." And with that, she smiled fetchingly again, turned and hustled off to the bar.
Jo turned back to smile at Mich. "Gahhh...she's a real cutie, I didn't hear a word of the specials. Do you remember what they were?"
"Sorry sis, you had me going there with your fingers, and I was only staring, too. Didn't catch a thing."
They both laughed and opened their menus, looking at the delicious sounding appetizers and entrées while trying to avoid looking at the prices. Both of them were on per diems anyway, and besides, this was a special night, and they both were determined to make everything about it memorable, including the food. They hmmm'd and ahhh'd over their potential choices, agreeing to split a jumbo shrimp cocktail to start, Mich settling on the filet as her entrée, Jo on the prime rib. Just then, Shannon returned with their drinks.
She hovered around the table, asking and answering questions about the meal, marking down their orders, still smiling at them. For some reason, Jo could not take her eyes off the other's beautiful choker, wondering if it could possibly mean something, her curiosity finally overwhelming her. So, just as their waitress was preparing to leave and place their food orders, Jo hooked a finger towards her, indicating she should come closer. The waitress took a small step towards her and leaned in.
"Yes?"
The young blonde was suddenly embarrassed to be asking what she was about to ask, but couldn't stop herself now, almost whispering.
"I...I couldn't help but notice your lovely choker, and forgive me, but I cannot resist asking...Master? Mistress?"
Shannon's eyes went very wide at Jo's question, straightening back up for a moment, apparently thinking how and if she wanted to answer this, Jo groaning inwardly that she had made an incredible faux pas here. But then a near beatific smile covered Shannon's face and she leaned back in to herself whisper...
"Mistress, ma'am. I have a real life Mistress. Do you?"
That got Jo to smiling again, so happy to have been right, and to not have embarrassed them both totally. She shook her head. "No, not yet, but I've fooled around with such things online for years, so I understand the idea of it, have worn my own choker on occasion. And it's sis, by the way, not ma'am. Thank you so much for telling me, and I'm sorry if I embarrassed you at all."
"Ohh, I was not embarrassed...sis." Shannon's smile got even wider, if possible. "I am very proud that my mind, body, and heart belong to Mistress Silvia, and I thank you very much for asking. She will be pleased as well when I tell her about how you noticed her collar."
She straightened and said, "I will place your orders for you, as I can see you are both quite...hungry." She winked at them as she spoke that, then turned and hustled off again, both women watching the backside of the attractive waitress as she hurried on about her business.
"Jo? What got into you, asking a question like that of a complete stranger?" Mich inquired, staring almost impishly at her friend.
"I...I honestly don't know, but it just felt, well...correct to me, from what I've heard, from what I've done, and from the general vibe I am feeling right now about yo...umm, about things in general." Jo had wanted to say that her growing sexual thoughts toward Mich were making her a bit hypersensitive about other women's moods and feelings, but that just sounded too pretentious for words, so she had edited herself.
"Are you actively looking for a Mistress?"
"No, not really, Mich, but it is something I've fooled around with on the internet for a bunch of years." Jo laughed then. "I always described myself as 'subbish' though, because I think I would be lousy at serving. Too feisty and flighty."
Mich laughed with her for a moment, then grew a bit more serious. "Then why a Mistress, if you don't want to serve another woman?"
Jo, considering the unspoken pact the two of them had made back in their room, and becoming more and more comfortable speaking with her new friend, was not even that embarrassed to respond, "Well, I do love to be sexually controlled and led, have a bit of a, well...bondage fetish. A friend of mine described me as a 'bedroom bottom', and I think he's probably right." She stirred her drink as she spoke, watching the small ice cubes spinning around and around in her glass. "It's just something that really turns me on," she finished quietly, looking up to see Mich staring at her, the smallest of smiles on her soft lips.
"Works for me, Jo," she stated simply, reaching out to touch her young companion's arm.
Jo just shivered again, gazing at Mich, almost laughing at the sudden urge she had to eat every cube of ice in her glass. Neither of them spoke for a few moments, sipping at their drinks, thinking their own private thoughts, said thoughts being completely transparent to each other. Finally, realizing that they would never make it through the meal if they kept to their current topic of conversation, they changed it, and began to small talk about other things and other places, until Shannon finally returned with their bread and salads and shrimp cocktail, still smiling pleasantly. She placed them down, saying their entrées would be ready shortly, before hustling off to one of her other tables.
Starting to feel the gin, perhaps, or still subliminally thinking in arousal mode, Jo could not help but notice just how attractive their young server was, so cute and energetic that she just wanted to hug the stuffing out of her. Feeling the strength of her current sexual desires, she resolved to ask Shannon another fairly personal question when she returned with their entrées, hoping she wasn't assuming something about Mich that might put the other off in any way.
However, as the two of them chatted and ate and drank, Jo's fears about that subsided, feeling she could ask her attractive older friend anything now, without worrying about it being too forward or over the line.
So when Shannon returned with their food, and after she had spread the fragrant, steaming plates in front of them, Jo lightly grabbed her small arm to pull her closer, whispering just loud enough for the three of them to hear.
"Shannon, do you know of any 'appropriate' dance clubs in the area? You know, the type where a couple of hot ladies can really kick up their heels, have a great time without a lot of pointing and staring?" Jo looked straight into the waitress's eyes as she spoke, thinking she must be wearing lenses, that she had never seen such wonderful green eyes.
All of them knowing what Jo was getting at, Shannon reached up a hand to finger her choker as she thought this over, looking thoughtful, and for a moment, completely innocent and unprofessional, like she was wrestling with something in her mind. Finally, reaching some decision within her, she stage-whispered, "Would you like to know what club I go to, the one where I met my Mistress? It's a great club...great music, reasonable drink prices, no questions asked...just what the two of you are looking for, I think."
Jo looked over at Mich, trying to gauge her reactions to her original question and to Shannon's response. What she saw was that wide grin again, her whispered, "Works for me, Jo," causing them both to snort with laughter. Turning back to the girl, Jo suddenly realized that they had not even introduced themselves to her, suddenly feeling that was important.
"Yes, Shannon...do you think you could give us directions to your club, or at least an address so we can find it ourselves. And by the way, I'm Jo, and this is Michelle."
"Very pleased to meet you, Jo...Michelle," she said smoothly, but quickly, obviously feeling the pull of her duties. "But you'll have to wait a bit before I can get you the directions...ok?"
"Oh god, sure, Shannon...take all the time you need. Even just an address on a slip of paper would be fantastic. Thanks."
Shannon smiled broadly and hustled off, practically calling "No problem...will get that for you soonest!" over her shoulder as she went off about her job.
As Jo watched their pretty waitress depart, she suddenly shivered, surprised at herself, struck by what she was doing, what she was trying to set up tonight. "Sheesh, Mich. Suddenly I'm just all a-quiver about this thing, all kinds of shaky about dancing and going out with you."
Mich glanced up at her, then back down at her entree. "Me too, sweetie...But it's my stomach that's all a-quiver right now, so let's shut up and eat this VERY expensive food before it gets too cold!"
Jo nodded, they both laughed, then proceeded to attack their meals, slowly gaining ground on their "adversary" as they ate and drank and laughed and talked throughout the long, delicious meal. When they were finally finished, and with near perfect timing, Shannon returned to describe the dessert specials, handing Jo a small piece of paper in the process, telling her it had street and turning directions. Jo smiled brightly up at her and thanked her, then glanced over the other's shoulders to the clock, where it already read 9:30. She wondered where the evening had already gone, then hear Mich say something.
"Now this IS a dance club, Shannon...loud music, big beat, nice freewheeling dance floor?" Shannon's smile broadened as she nodded her head vigorously.
"Yess, and if you head over there shortly it will be just perfect!! The place fills up quicker on Thursday because a lot of us have to work on Fridays and can't stay up forever. And I would think there will be an even bigger crowd tonight, what with the three-day weekend coming up to help recover. One last summer fling for everyone."
Mich nodded, then glanced over at her friend for a minute, watching the way she was staring at Shannon, then asked, "Are you going to be there tonight, Shannon? Might be nice to see you 'out of uniform', so to speak."
Again the vigorous nods "Oh yes, I'm done here a bit after ten, got my clothes ready to put on, then I'm shooting right over. Mistress will be there tonight!" she said proudly, seeming to stand up straighter as she turned to stare down into Jo's eyes. "I called her just a few minutes ago and she said that she was coming." leaning down conspiratorially to finish. "She owns half the place, you know. Has the complete run of it!" She straightened with a wink and a smile. "It's called "Imagio's", and you just follow those directions to the letter and you can't miss it."
"Now...coffee? tea?...can I interest either of you two wonderful women in some...dessert?," letting the last word out slowly, and letting it hang in the air with an impish smile.
"God, this one is a charmer," Jo thought, looking over to see Mich smiling at her, hitching her head towards Shannon as if to say, "Get a load of her!" Jo suddenly realized they would be dancing within the hour, and a stomach loaded with rich, sugary desserts did not seem like quite the way to go. She was going to say this aloud, except that Mich beat her to it.
"No dessert for me, Shannon, not if I'm going to be dancing shortly. I already feel like a beached whale from the meal, and I want to boogie, not flounder."
"Same here, Shannon. I don't think I could handle the two of them either," Jo quickly added.
"Ok then...will you be signing for this then?" And as Jo nodded, continued. "Room number?"
"227."
Shannon pulled the bill pad off her hip then, did some quick addition and writing, and presented it and her pen to the younger woman. Jo just glanced at the numbers, thinking they looked right, did some quick math of her own and added in a 20% tip, then signed it, handing both back to the smiling waitress. But unsure about the club, she just had to ask.
"Is how we're dressed good enough for Imagio's, Shannon? We've never been there, you know."
The small one laughed again, a bright, twinkling laugh. "Oh sure, Jo." looking back and forth between the two of them. "You both look fantastic, and it's pretty much an anything goes place anyway, in terms of attire. Mistress believes in everyone doing their own thing. Believe me, you both will fit right in." Holstering her bill pad, she began to collect their dishes. "I think you'll both love it, and I certainly hope to see you both when I get there!"
With that, and a "Thank you, ladies," she nodded pleasantly and headed off for the kitchen with her load.
"Well, I have to head back for the room for a few minutes, Mich." Jo said as the two of them stood up. "If I'm going to be dancing hard, I think I want a bit more in the way of support, if you catch my meaning," laughing out loud as she looked over to see here new friend leering at her.
"Sounds about right, and I think I'll join you in that, although I must say you have a bit more to support, and frankly, I was thinking about another way of supporting them." Jo said nothing, although she could hear her own body "speaking" in response to her friend's rather suggestive comments, her nipples especially, which began to firm up again beneath her tight blouse.
As they left the dining room and headed for the stairs, she wondered if Mich was going to say anything else, but the other had just dropped her head then, dropping the subject too, buying into the "game", apparently, wanting to keep the build-up slow, the off-color remarks to a minimum, letting the whole physical thing bubble and simmer deliciously just below the surface, changing the subject lest she become too obvious in her desire for Jo. "And I think I'm going to grab my sweater too...throw it in the car. Even though it's supposedly summer yet, the nights are starting to get a bit nippy."
"Good idea, but who's going to drive, Mich? I've already had a few, and am certain to have a few more. I know my limits and am a good driver, but whatever you think."
"Well, why don't I drive then...ok? I really can drink most men under the table, especially when I'm dancing, and I probably won't have that many anyway, what with the conference tomorrow," she finished, snorting at the thought of sitting in a dull lecture after what was going to happen the rest of this night.
Jo groaned, having totally forgotten about the conference already, thinking about it for a moment now, then shoving the thing almost completely out of her head. Unknowingly sharing Mich's thoughts, she simply didn't care about the conference right now, not with what she was feeling, not with what she felt might/should/would happen between the two new friends and roommates this evening. She felt enough need and desire building within her to skip the whole conference if that's what it took. Following Mich into their room after the other had unlocked the door, she moved to her suitcase without thinking, to put on her "supporter" and to get her sweater so that she had something, if needed, against the late evening chill.
Jo was still pondering the rest of the night's festivities, looking forward to dancing, knowing she was a pretty good dancer, thinking about dancing with Mich, with Shannon, suddenly finding herself thinking about dancing for Shannon's Mistress, trying to impress her, wondering where that thought had come from.
The whole time she was thinking, Jo was dropping the suspenders down off her shoulders, unbuttoning her cuffs, then those down between her breasts, finally shrugging her blouse off her shoulders and letting it hang from her waist where it was still partially tucked, turning to reach for her rather sheer, white brassiere. Hearing a small, throat-clearing cough, she glanced up and to the side, seeing Mich standing there, staring at her, at her rather large, naked breasts, with undisguised delight.
"You don't have any fear, sis, I'll say that for you," Mich said softly, glancing into Jo's startled eyes for a moment, then back down to her decidedly untanned globes. "Either that or no shame at all...I'm just trying to figure out which."
Jo, reacting instinctively, automatically covered her breasts with her arms, embarrassed to be so blatantly exposed, but even more embarrassed to have had another instinctive, school-girlish reaction to Mich seeing her like this. It was so stupid, because this was a woman she wanted not only to see, but to use her naked breasts heavily a few hours hence.
"A bit late for that now, is isn't it?" Mich teased her. "I hadn't realized you had such a dark tan until I saw just how white your normal skin tone is." Suddenly, Mich took one step towards her, looking more serious, speaking a bit more quietly. "You have beautiful breasts Jo...please don't be afraid to show them to me anytime, anyplace...ok?"
The flustered woman nodded, not certain she had heard correctly, but praying that she had, watching intently as Mich took a step away from her, turned around, and reached behind her back for the zipper to her beautiful dress. She stopped suddenly, looking back over her shoulder with a soft smile, and said simply, "A little help here?"
Jo was startled out of her small trance, relaxing her arms, uncovering herself as she moved in and reached up to work down the cheongsam's long zipper to the small of her new friend's naked back. As Mich pulled one arm out of its sleeve opening, then the other, the two of them switched grips and hands on her dress and on her lacy, black bra, getting the straps over her shoulders, putting it on without the dress having ever come off, without ever letting it touch the carpeted floor.
When their task was nearly completed, with Mich holding the top of the dress with her hands just in front of her, and her "helper" just finished hooking the clasps in back, Jo, without asking, reached over her roommate's shoulder, and snaked a hand inside Mich's left bra cup. She gently grasped her breast and began adjusting it within it's lacy confines, deciding that she really wanted to do that, whether it needed it or not. Satisfied, she reversed the procedure, glancing up to see Mich in the mirror just in front of them, her eyes closed, biting at her lower lip as Jo finished her "adjustments".
She stepped back, watching as Mich opened her eyes, just a trace of embarrassment showing on her face now, and worked her arms back up into her dress. As Jo moved in to zip her back up, she heard Mich almost hissing back to her over her shoulder. "Ohh, yess...this IS going to happpen...Now, let's get you strapped in!"
"I know it is, Mich. It just has to!" Jo enthused, backing away from her leering friend and reaching for her own bra again. "But honest to god, let me do my own, please. If you start touching me anything like I just did to you, we will NOT make it to Imagio's." Jo shuddered at the depths of her own attraction and arousal for Mich right now. "I can practically guarantee that..." she finished, her pretty face set in almost a grimace.
"I understand completely," the smiling, older woman agreed. "Let me finish up in the bathroom while you get all...situated, and then we'll grab our money, purses, keys, and sweaters, and hit the road. Ok?"
"Sounds good, thanks."
As Mich walked off, Jo set about the rest of her own business...finishing dressing, collecting her purse, and on a whim, rummaging through her suitcase, finding the items that she sought, and stuffing them inside her small bag. She debated changing her panties, which were decidedly damp, but though "noo", rather liking, as always, the slutty way they made her feel. She grabbed her light blue thin wool sweater and gave herself a quick appraisal in the mirror, fluffing her bangs a bit with her fingers, sighing as she debated her makeup, deciding to leave it alone, as she expected to be dancing and sweating on a dark dance floor soon, anyway.
As satisfied as she was ever going to be, she turned to head for the bathroom, to see how Mich was making out, gasping as she saw her roommate standing right there, just two feet from her, smiling and finished and ready to go, clutching her own sweater and purse, doing the ol' Cheshire cat thing with her mouth and eyes. "Ready, Jo?"
"DON'T DO THAT!!" Jo yelped, staring at her decidedly "hot" roommate. "Sheeesh...give a girl a heart attack, why doncha'?!"
Letting her heart settle down again, Jo stared deep into her sultry friend's eyes. "You do look outstanding though, you know."
Mich's wide smile dimmed slightly as she replied, "You too, Jo, you too." She paused for a moment, her smile lessening a bit more as she continued. "You know, I've never been to a strictly lesbian dance club before."
Jo's own smile suddenly widened, glad that the other was in the same boat as she. "Me either, Mich, me either." Stepping forward to touch the other on the arm, she said firmly, "Let's go find out what one is like."
"Ready if you are, Ms. Saxon!"
So arm in arm, they left their hotel room and headed for Mich's car, both of them nervous and excited and aroused by thoughts of what would happen during the night ahead.