Do All Woman Have Lesbian Fantasies? (It Was a Good Day)
I know y’all were probably expecting the second chapter of last week’s Wet Wednesdays post, “In the Heat of the Night, Pt. 1” but consider this a interlude as my homegirl Jada Estrella delivers an equally enticing tale. Enjoy
Have you ever had something happen to you so crazy and so against your character that you can’t even believe it’s your story you’re telling? Well, this is one of those events.
Actually when I think about it now, I’m still shocked that I did that.
To her.
Like that.
There.
And then.
The day started off like most Wednesdays do, shower, cup of coffee to go, and off to work. Except somewhere between coffee and go time, I decided to call in sick and get my hair done instead.
It had been an exceptionally hard week this far and I felt like I could use a day off. Not to mention my hair was a hot mess. I threw on a sundress and some flip-flops, and made the five-minute trek to the salon.
Nothing spectacular or out of the ordinary happened in the salon. Women were in and out and everyone seemed to be minding their own business. Feeling guilty about skipping work, I pulled out my laptop and tried to knock out some selling reports while under the dryer.
I’m not sure when she came in but about 20 minutes into my drying session, I felt eyes on me. About eight minutes later, I felt a hand on my exposed thigh.
“Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice, you seem to be really into your work,” she began. “May I ask what do you do?”
I lifted my eyes up from the screen and over to the smiling woman to my left, and replied, “I’m an event planner.”
“Oh, really? Do you do corporate functions?”
“Yes, that’s my specialty actually.”
“Do you have a card, maybe we can network—I cater.”
“Sure, that would be excellent,” I beamed back. “I’m Gina by the way and you are?”
“Melinda, Melinda Carter, nice to meet you.”
We exchanged cards and like that she was gone.
I repositioned myself back under the dryer and sat for the next 30 minutes with the lingering smell of Melinda’s perfume etched in my memory. Nice, I thought to myself, networking in the salon and getting some work done. What a great morning. Today was turning out to be a good day.
As I walked through the door of my apartment, I got a call on my cell from an unfamiliar number. After staring at it for a moment, I answered: “Hello, this is Gina.”
“Hi, Gina, it’s Melinda Carter, we met earlier in the hair salon, I have a proposal that I think you might be interested in.”
“Oh really, an event?”
“Yes, a friend of mine referred a client and I’m almost sure she needs a event planner. Can we meet to discuss details this afternoon?”
“This afternoon,” I replied.
“Yes, I apologize for the short notice but I want to jump on this before they find someone else.”
“Yes, of course, where can we meet?”
“I’m not sure where you live, but I live about five minutes from the salon we met at,” she explained. “I work from home a lot so we could meet at my apartment if you like.”
“Okay, I’ll meet you there around 4:30.”
Click!
Wow, today really is a good, everything seems to be going in my favor. What are the odds of this woman is giving me business within hours of just meeting?
I need to take more days off.
I arrived at Melinda’s place on time and she welcomed me in with that same warm smile.
“Gina, thanks for coming on such short notice,” she beamed. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back.”
As I made my way to the couch, I took note of how good Melinda’s apartment smelled and how neatly arranged everything was. A far cry from my little post-dorm apartment.
There was something about her, and this moment that sent a tingle through my body.
In a good way.
Melinda walked back in the room with a bunch of folders in her bosom that she placed them on the table in front of me before joining me on the couch. We immediately began tossing around ideas for the event and after about an hour and a half we just about ready to start working on contracts, when she offered me a glass of wine.
“All this work,” she said. “We deserve a drink.”
As Melinda stood up to make her way to the kitchen, something came over me and I reached out for her hand, gently pulling her back to the couch next to me.
She gave me a knowing glance, like she understood why I grabbed her and what I wanted.
As I held her hand in mine, she reached for my neck and pulled my face into hers. I moved my hand up to fondle her breasts. They were at attention. I’d always been curious to feel a pair not my own.
They were soft.
Inviting.
Sultry.
I couldn’t help myself.
Like a possessed soul, I was pawing all over this stranger. We embraced intently and slowly peeled off the layers of fabric that encased her frame until her bare bosom was exposed to me.
Her nipples were huge and all I wanted to do was pinch them. Her breasts were the most beautiful I had ever seen on another female.
Melinda cradled my head in her bosom like I was her baby and looked at me with passion as I flicked my tongue in circles over her hardened black pearls.
Some crazed feeling had taken over me. Intoxicated by her scent, her maturity, her sexiness, I lowered my head between Melinda’s warm thighs and kissed my way up to her secrecy.
I had never eaten pussy before but had experienced the pleasure enough times from men to wing it. I did what I thought felt good, what I wanted her to do to me.
As my tongue lapped up Melinda’s juices, she caressed my hair with approval and moaned as my head became lost in her thighs.
It seemed like hours.
But only minutes had passed before we were once again in a tangled embrace, followed by her deeply…
Kissing me.
Licking me.
Sucking me.
Tasting the tantalizing remnants of her own pussy on my lips and tongue.
Before.
She entered me.
Like no one had ever done before.
Melinda turned me over and positioned me so that my round ass was inches away from her moistened lips. I rode her mouth as she alternated between grabbing my bouncing tits and my bouncing ass.
Her fingers explored my insides and only intensified their search when she heard me breathing heavy. Melinda parted my lower lips and placed hers over mine in what seemed like a pussy to mouth French kiss.
I was in perfect bliss.
When I felt like I couldn’t take anymore, Melinda kept going until I erupted in ecstasy. Even then she wouldn’t stop, extending my pleasure until my wetness dripped down my thighs on to the couch.
And even then, she didn’t move her thick lips from off my clit until she had her fill of my love on her tongue.
The last thing I heard her say was, “Come for mama.”
I listened.
And followed her orders, precisely.
Once she was done having her way with me, Melinda stood up—naked, wet, and satisfied—to get my glass of wine.
When she returned, I signed my name on the contract’s dotted line, and no more words were said.
I had a feeling it’d be a good day, but goddamn.
To be continued…?
Have you ever taken a day off from work to get your groove on? Would you consider it? Do most women have lesbian fantasies or is that just a male fantasy? Ladies, have you ever wanted to caress a pair of breasts beside your own? Do you think that you could pleasure a woman better than a man could? Do you ever think it’s wise to mix business with pleasure? What would you do if someone of the same sex came on to you and you weren’t interested? Fellas, would you call your girl a cheater if she slept with another woman? What did you think of Jada’s Wet Wednesdays submission? Are you more thirsty for part two of her story or mine?
Speak your piece…
… I tell my close friends that I have a bi eye, but a straight pussy.
“Do All Woman Have Lesbian Fantasies? (It Was a Good Day)”