C Street Lounge

Tired of the dating scene and more than curious about the heavenly taste of the female body, I decide to try a lesbian/bi club that I have heard about. I dress conservatively, nothing too flashy. I don’t want to draw any attention to myself as I’m not sure I will do anything tonight if presented with the opportunity. I arrive at the club, take a deep breath and open the door. I peak in but can’t see a thing; I have no choice but to step inside.

I can hear the music coming from down the hall, I move forward. The hallway seems to never end as I hesitantly make my way toward the music. All sorts of thoughts are running through my mind and I almost turn around and leave three or four times. I finally reach the end, which is a good because another 10 feet and I would have talked myself out of it and be heading in the other direction. I step into the club, which is beautifully decorated, seems classy and comfortable. I walk to the bar, virtually unnoticed and let out a sigh of relief as I take a seat.

The bartender is a really hot, very well toned piece of eye candy. He flirts with me a little and asks if I want a shot to loosen me up. I politely decline. If you need anything babe, just call me C. As hot as he is, my needs are not for a man tonight. I sip my drink and look around, taking in everything and being cautious not to keep my eyes on one person or thing for too long. As I gaze around the room I become intrigued by the electricity between two women. One is in a corner booth, the other at the end of the bar. They continually glance toward one another, lock eyes and the sparks fly. For anyone paying attention, it’s a fireworks show like the 4th of July. I don’t stare but do look often; excited to see what is going to happen next.

The beautiful blonde from the end bar finally gets up and heads toward the table. She’s about my height and wonderfully endowed. I stare at her breasts they look so lovely, so tasty. I can feel the saliva in my mouth increasing. She glances in my direction and her beautiful blue eyes pierce my soul. My heart skips a beat and I quickly look away, embarrassed. She seems to glide as she crosses the room with such grace to the brunette at the table. She offers her hand to the brunette and the brunette offers hers in return. The blonde softly kisses the top of her hand never breaking eye contract. Her lips look so soft, full and so seductive. A tingle rushes through my body at the site of them. She helps the brunette to her feet and oh my god, this kiss is the most passionate I’ve ever seen between any two people. The blonde presses on the small of the brunette’s back pressing her body into hers. She takes the brunette’s tongue into her mouth and sucks softly. My body heats in a hurry, juices begin to flow. I look away embarrassed by my own reaction.

I drink the remainder of my cocktail and order another. My body is so heated from just that single moment. I try not to look again but can’t resist. I want to see more, NEED to see more. From the corner of my eye, I can see the blonde brushing back the brunette’s hair and then taking her lips once again. Their tongues are playing boldly in and out of their mouths and hands are exploring. The blonde skims over the brunette’s breasts whose are also quite large. I unconsciously look down at my small breasts and wonder if they will be enough. I glance around the room and notice that most of the women have breasts larger than mine. I don’t let this discourage me.

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