Chapter 3

The sultry warmth of summer had dwindled somewhat. Along with the change of seasons, I embraced the changes in me. Over the intervening months, I started attending functions with the law firm. My coworkers noticed my change in demeanor. Margaret, the head of the legal team, was retiring, and I learned I was in line for the promotion. She cited my knowledge of the law library and knack for quickly finding relevant legal precedents in cases.

On the personal front, Beth had been supportive. I loved her for thinking about my health and welfare. She felt I had holed up long enough and needed to put myself back in circulation; I agreed it was time. She suggested we get together soon for a girls' night. With that in mind and the thought of dating again, I wanted to update my wardrobe, potentially making it a bit more daring.

It was a Saturday, and I went shopping. I bought above-the-knee pencil skirts and silk blouses at Dillard's for work. For the evenings, I chose a green satin mini dress. The hem sat just above the knees with a low-cut sweetheart neck that tastefully revealed cleavage. For formal occasions, I decided a black silk midi evening gown with a plunging a-line front and a slit up the side ending just below the hip. I had browsed the lingerie but remembered I needed to pick up some of Callie's favorite cat food at Petco. Next door was a Cupids Lingerie. I had been curious about the store and thought it would be nice to treat myself.

Upon entering the store, I was greeted by a young, attractive woman with sparkling blue eyes and a sweet smile. Her wavy brunette hair fell about her back and shoulders. She was a few inches taller than I, wearing snug denim jeans and a sheer light yellow halter top.

"Hello, I'm Lacy. Welcome, may I assist you?"

Her bright smile and demeanor warmed me to her, and I replied, "I'm Lyn, and I would welcome your help as this is my first visit here. I need some bra and panty sets."

She said, "From what I see you would need size small panties, what's your bra size?"

"I'm a 36 B or C depending on brand and what fits comfortably."

She giggled, "Oh no that won't do. We need to measure you to ensure a proper fit. The dressing room is right this way."

When I entered the room, Lacy asked me to remove my blouse and bra. I hesitated and blushed as I removed my blouse. She giggled and commented on my shyness.

"It's okay, just us girls here."

I removed my bra. She stood before me and remarked, "Very nice. Your breasts are firm and round with no sag."

She wrapped the tape around my body directly under my breasts, then measured around the fullest part of my bust. When the tape and her fingers brushed my nipples, I blushed even more as they were flushed with arousal, and I had to stifle a moan.

She noticed, smiled, and, with a glint, said, "Don't be embarrassed; it's only natural. You're a 36C, and I'm sure we'll have just what you need to accentuate these beauties."

Preferring silk, I settled on several sets of demi bras, low-rise bikini panties, and thongs. My indulgence didn't end there. On display was a shimmering blue silk mini dress. As Lyn, I would never have considered wearing such a revealing dress.

Lacy noticed my interest. "Lyn, you should try it on. You have the body for it. With your bust and hips a size two should fit."

I saw my reflection in the dressing room mirror and gasped at how revealing it was. The Lyn in me worried it was to much and I didn't want to appear slutty. My alter ego, Mindy, said, "Go, Girl!"

The dress hugged my body. It was meant to be worn braless. The hem sat mid-thigh, and the plunging neckline revealed a titillating view of my breasts. It was backless and held up with spaghetti straps.

Lacy exclaimed, "Wow, you look amazing in that dress."

I had to admit, I saw a sexy woman who could turn heads. The thought thrilled and aroused me. I wasn't sure when the occasion to wear it would arise, but I wanted it just the same.

I asked, "Be honest, it doesn't make me look slutty?"

"Oh no, sexy, yes, but no more so than the rest of us girls when we're out for the evening."

I said, "I'll take it." I changed and met her at the register.

Lacy asked if there was anything else. She must have noticed my glance at the back of the store where the sex toys were displayed. Lacy giggled, "Let me show you our personal pleasure products." She took my hand and led me to the displays. "We have many to choose from. I have several, so don't be shy, let's have a look."

I was embarrassed by my naiveté, but Lacy made me feel comfortable. Soon, we were giggling like young schoolgirls as she showed me the various devices. The names amused me, and I took her word on her preferences. It helped that she was open about her use of them. I had never used a dildo or vibrator.

She showed me a vibrator. It was long, thick and resembled a real cock. I felt a tingle of arousal.

"Oh my," I exclaimed, "It's so big!"

She giggled, "It's eight inches and my personal favorite."

Surprisingly, I felt no embarrassment and bought it with the organic lube she recommended. As she rang up the items at the register, I felt a connection had developed between us. With her effervescent personality, I wanted to get to know her and hopefully become friends.

She handed me my receipt, smiled, and said, "Lyn, it's been fun and a pleasure serving you." She hesitated momentarily and asked, "You don't get out much, do you?"

I briefly told her my story to date and how I was starting to loosen up and come out of my shell.

Lacy smiled when I finished and replied, "Lyn, my friends and I meet Wednesdays at Georgio's for ladies' night. It's just down the street from here. You would be welcome to join us. The more the merrier."

I was surprised by the invite and replied, "Lacy, that sounds fun. I'll see if I can make it."

She smiled and said, "We gather at eight, and wear that dress you'll fit right in."

We exchanged contacts. With a hug and a chaste kiss, I departed.

On the drive home, I felt giddy. I knew my newfound sense of self and sexuality drove me. I thought about my purchases. The lingerie was far more revealing and sexy than my regular cotton undies. Then, I bought the dress on a whim, but most surprising was the vibrator.

Chapter 4

Arriving home, I fed Callie and sat at the kitchen table enjoying a light meal with a glass of Rosé. After dinner, I showered, dried myself, and, wrapped in a towel, I went to the kitchen for another glass of wine. I went out on the balcony. It was early Fall, and evening came earlier, along with cooler temperatures. I sat and opened up my towel, enjoying the cool breeze blowing across my nude body. Sipping the wine, I reminisced about the day.

I didn't want to overthink it, but I couldn't deny my curiosity about sex with a woman. I had often fantasized and pleasured myself reading bi and lesbian stories. As evidenced by my attraction to Lacy, at least, I was bi-curious. There was no question I liked sex with a man and a good hard cock. I giggled, remembering one was waiting for me, albeit unattached, in the bedroom. With that thought, I headed inside.

I entered the bedroom and couldn't help but laugh as cats are ever so curious. Callie was on the bed, batting about the little bottle of lube. She had pilfered it from the bag with the vibrator I had left on the bed. I picked up the bag and went to the bathroom. I opened the package of the moulded silicone lifelike cock. I installed the batteries. My arousal grew as I gently washed it and marveled at its size. I had fantasised about a large cock but wondered if I could take its length and girth.

I returned to the bedroom. Callie had lost interest in the bottle and wandered off. I laid my towel out and settled with my new friend on the bed. I got comfortable and applied the lube, which had a vanilla scent. Running a hand up and down the length of the phallus, I brought it to my mouth. I licked the length from the base up to the tip. I enjoyed the vanilla taste and wrapped my lips around the large bulbous head.

Though I did enjoy it, I hadn't sucked a lot of cocks and nothing this large. I had read about deep throating from Lush. I wanted to see how much I could take. I took the dildo deeper and deeper into my mouth. When the head hit my throat, I gagged and pulled it back. I remembered the description of the act in some of the stories. I needed to relax, breathe through my nose, and swallow when it hit my throat.

Determined, I took a breath, and when it hit my throat, I resisted the urge to gag and swallowed. Though I did gag, after a few more attempts, I was able to take it in without gagging. I bobbed up and down on it several times and was thrilled with my success.

I turned the vibrator on low and ran it up and down my soaked labia. As my slick lips parted, the head hit my engorged clit.
"Mmmm, yes!" I uttered. The sensations were spectacular. I increased the speed, and before long, literally lost my mind as I immediately orgasmed. I lay there quivering. Regaining my senses, I realized I had yet to feel it inside me.

It had been some time since I'd felt anything but my fingers. My body flushed with arousal, I pushed the bulbous head in slowly. I moaned as it stretched and filled me. My hot wet pussy throbbed and welcomed the intruder. Fully impaled, my vagina walls gripped the phallus. Oh lord, the sensation of the vibrations, along with the size, felt incredible.

My free hand came up to my nipples. I began to pull and pinch them. With my right hand, I thrust the large, pliable phallus slowly in and out. Overcome with arousal, my carnal need took over. I released my nipple, reached down and fingered my throbbing clit. I imagined a lover taking me forcefully. I brought my legs up and fucked myself more deeply. The angle allowed the phallus to rub that magic place.

I plunged it hard and deep, fucking myself with wild abandon. I writhed, as my head thrashed about and I wailed, "Oh, it's so big! I love it!" I was lost in a continuous orgasmic wave of intense pleasure.

"Oh! Fuck yes!" I yelled out as I released. My juices shot out of me and my pussy spasmed. The phallus still vibrated deep within, bringing on another wave of pleasure. I was overcome with the sensations and nearly passed out.

I recovered from the euphoria and regained my sense of awareness. Though thoroughly spent, I managed to get
up and go to the bathroom. I cleaned myself and my new friend. I returned to the bed and stashed the vibe in the bedside drawer. Sated, I got into bed, pulled up the comforter, and drifted to blissful sleep.

Chapter 5

Callie, my furry alarm clock, woke me up by pawing at my nose. I stretched, got up, fed Callie, and had my morning coffee.

I was a mess after my wild night of self-pleasure. Soon, I was in the shower, relaxed, my eyes closed. The hot water cascaded down upon me. I soaked my loofah with my lavender-scented body wash. It felt nice on my sensitive skin as I washed my body. My thoughts were on the previous evening. With my heightened libido, I had been insatiable and experienced multiple orgasms with the vibrator. It was incredible, but I knew It couldn't replace a real live cock attached to a handsome virile man.

I thought about the experience at Cupids and how it triggered my reaction and thoughts relating to bisexuality. I recalled Lacy's eyes upon my breast when she remarked how full and round they were. My arousal was apparent as Lacy's fingers brushed my nipples.

I imagined Lacy seducing me as I stood before her in the dressing room: her hands on my breasts, her plush lips so sweet as we kissed.

I moaned and bit my lip, imagining her tender touches. I dropped the loofa, my right hand cupping my breast roughly, allowing my finger and thumb to pinch the aroused nipple. This sent an immediate thrill to my core. I brought my left hand to my labia and slid a finger between my folds, feeling the slick warmth of my essence. I pinched my nipple harder, feeling the blood rush to it as I dipped two fingers into my sex and felt my vagina clench around them. My eyes fluttered shut. I yelled out, "Oh god! Yes!"

In my mind, Lacy had me pressed against the mirror. Her lips trailing down my neck, to the swell of my breasts, taking a nipple into her mouth. Her breathing was heavy, fingers buried deep inside my hot, wet depths. With lips and tongue, she kissed her way down my body, holding me in place with an authority that made my pussy drip with need. I imagined her tongue pushing past my folds and dancing over my clit.

"Mmm, yes, baby," I uttered, slipping my fingers over my sensitive bud. My fingers slipped back into my wet, hungry pussy then back out. I brought them to my mouth sucking them eagerly, savoring my sweetness. I continued to tug and pinch my nipples. The pain combined with the pleasure helped trigger the orgasm building inside me. My eyes shut tight as I imagined Lacy's tongue probing deeper.

"Oh fuck yes!" I cried out.

My legs got weak, and I slid down the tiled wall. I brought my free hand from my breast. Rubbing my clit, I bucked and writhed on the shower floor, as my fingers plunged feverously inside my pulsing cunt.

"Ohhhh God, Oh fuck, yes, yes!"

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as I released. My body quivered, lost in the throes. I sighed, pressing the back of my head to the tile. I sat on the shower floor, trying to catch my breath, the still warm water raining down upon me. My brain was in a post-orgasmic fog.

I said to myself, "Focus, Lyn, you've just had another sublime orgasm, that's a good thing."

"Wow," I thought, "now I'm talking to myself." I stood, shut the water off, and exited the shower.

Chapter 6

It being Sunday, I had nothing planned. I dressed and relaxed with my laptop on the couch. It had been a while since I last logged into Lush. I thought of Gil. Ever the gentleman, he hadn't mentioned the interlude that we shared on the site.

I had become fond of Gil. I shared my thoughts and confided in him. He encouraged me to embrace the changes in my lifestyle, yet cautioned me to take things slow, as it would be easy to get carried away with my naughty thoughts and fantasies. I took his advice to heart as my exposure to Lush awakened something within me.

In our last chat, Gil informed me he would be absent for a while. Gil was still a bit of a mystery. He said his anonymity for now was necessary. He apologized for keeping me in the dark and added that soon, he would reveal himself. I was aware that there were problems with his relationship. It was personal, and I didn't ask any more about it. I assured him there was no need to apologize and hoped things worked out for him.

I continued to read the stories and made some friends. Aside from Gil, I had shared some of my more revealing pictures with only a few others. I enjoyed my interactions with the authors and select friends. Friendly banter, teasing, and light sexual innuendo were all in good fun. However, I wasn't into or comfortable with role-playing. The few attempts felt awkward and lacked the spontaneity I experienced with Gill. So, I avoided sex chats and kept things cordial when I interacted with others.

Erotica was the focal point and often left me hot and aroused. There were some excellent authors, and I enjoyed their stories. The ones I liked most had structure, a real story with well-developed characters, dialogue, and emotions. Some had mysteries to be solved or other intriguing plots. I wasn't a fan of some of the genres. I avoided incest, cuckolding, BDSM that involved pain and humiliation, or fetishism involving piss or poop.

Those thoughts aside, I logged in and read a wife-lover's story. It involved a young wife and her daughter, a precocious four-year-old. Her husband was cheating with a coworker. Heartbroken, amid a divorce, and facing single motherhood, her daughter was the catalyst that led to her meeting and finding solace with a recently divorced older gentleman.

After my experience with younger guys, I was drawn to the idea of dating older, mature men. While I was immersed in the story, my phone rang. It was Beth.

"Hello girlfriend, what's up?" I answered.

Beth replied, "I wanted to know if we could get together. Neil is out with the guys on Wednesday. As I mentioned before, we could have a girls' night out. It would be nice to be out for some fun with my bestie. I know I said it before, but you've holed up long enough. Come on, Girl, say you will."

This was the push I needed, as I'd been nervous and hesitant about going alone. I giggled and replied, "Beth, I agree it's time. You talked me into it. Oh, and by coincidence, I was invited to ladies' night at Georgio's on Wednesday."

She squealed delightedly, "Girl, we'll have so much fun. I've been to Georgio's. It's a chill club with a romantic ambiance. The music is a mellow mix of Soft rock, soul, and jazz. Now tell me about the invite."

I explained my visit to Cupids and meeting Lacy, leaving out the more intimate details about my attraction and new friend.

Beth replied, "I'm excited, you need this, I need this."

I mentioned Lacy had said they dress provocatively. I suggested we do the same, and Beth agreed.

Chapter 7

On Monday morning, I was getting ready for work. I had showered and blow-dried my hair. I sat at the vanity, applied eyeliner, lip gloss, and brushed my hair. I donned my heirloom matching Opal jewelry, a gift from my grandmother: a delicate iridescent Opal pendant, matching earrings, and the Opal ring I always wore.

The practical cotton bras and panties in the vanity drawer below were replaced with my new lingerie. I chose a nude lace bra and panty set. It would be a thrill to wear something sexy underneath my work attire. I stood before my closet, anxious as I surveyed my new wardrobe. I decided on a cream silk blouse and a black pencil skirt, with a subtle slit up the back that allowed for ease of movement. The ensemble accentuated my body nicely. 

I tousled my blonde hair and smiled at my reflection in the mirror. I undid the blouse's top button, revealing just enough to be intriguing. I looked professional but with a carefully crafted allure. I slipped into a pair of black two-inch pumps and left for work.

'Little did I know at the time the impact this day and subsequent events would have on my life going forward.'

When I arrived at work, I was acutely aware of the feel of the silk lingerie, the way the skirt hugged my hips, and the blouse was cool against my skin. I went to the break room for a cup of coffee. As I headed to my desk, I felt the distinct sensation of eyes upon me. I didn't show it outwardly, but I was thrilled with the attention my outfit garnered.

Mid-morning, Margaret approached and asked me to meet her in the conference room. I sensed this was about the promotion. Though apprehensive, I took a deep breath, wanting to remain calm and poised. I was confident that my attire would make a good impression.

When I arrived, the senior partners, Tom and Dave, Tina, the office manager, and Margaret were gathered at the table.

Margaret said, "Lyn, please take a seat," and pointed to a chair facing them. She continued, "As you're aware, I'm retiring. Based on your exemplary work as a Paralegal, assisting me and the attorneys in and out of court, Tom and Dave," I smiled, acknowledging them, "have, on my recommendation, decided to offer you my position as the Paralegal team leader."

I managed to maintain my composure despite the suddenness. I stood and replied, "I am honored by the offer and gladly accept the position. I love the work, and thank you for the opportunity. I owe you, Margaret, so much for mentoring me. I will do my best to fill your shoes and represent the firm."

I hugged Margaret and thanked her for her faith in me. Then, with congratulations and handshakes, I returned to my desk.
My thoughts were about the significance of the moment and its impact on my life, both personally and financially. Things were looking up.

Tuesday at work was eventful. I first met with HR. I was advised of my substantial salary increase. My promotion was formally announced to my team, the associates, and the staff. I ended the day meeting with Margaret. I was to start my new position on the following Monday. It would be her last week, and she would help acclimate me to the position. She said, "For now, take the rest of the week off to let this sink in. Return Monday refreshed and focused. We have a lot to go over."

I was on cloud nine and wanted to celebrate. I called Beth but got her voicemail. I left a message to contact me. I was a bundle of energy and decided to drop by Georgio's for a drink as it was on the way home, thinking it would be nice to get a feel for the place.

Upon entering, I noticed it wasn't busy, likely because it was early afternoon. The place was spacious and had a lovely ambiance. It was dimly lit, with plush booths, tables, and chairs surrounding a cleared center with a raised dance floor. A small stage in the corner, off to the bar's right, had DJ equipment set up.

I took a seat at the bar. This was the first time I had entered a bar unaccompanied. The bartender smiled and approached, "Good afternoon, I'm Alan. What's your pleasure?"

"Hello Alan, I'm Lyn. I'll have your best gin, neat."

The drink felt warm and soothing on my throat, its effects calming, and I relaxed. I was at the far end of the bar, furthest from the entry, and had a good view from there. I saw a young couple at a booth and two apparent businessmen conversing deeply at one of the tables.

A gentleman entered, accompanied by a large German Shepherd. He approached the bar, the dog step-for-step at his side.

It sounds cliche, but he was tall, dark, and handsome, based on his olive complexion of Mediterranean descent. I would have guessed he was in his late thirties or early forties.

He was impeccably dressed, wearing a stylish white tailored dress shirt, which revealed a tight, muscular upper body, and black slacks.

He hadn't noticed me, as I was at the opposite end of the bar. After a few words with Alan, he turned and glanced my way. I don't believe he could see me clearly, as it was dimly lit where I sat. His dark, intense eyes glimmered as he smiled my way. I smiled back, raising my glass in acknowledgment.

He said something to Alan, turned to leave, hesitated, and looked back at me, puzzled. I thought he was about to say something. Instead, he headed to a doorway in the back. He used a key card on the electronic lock, opened the door, looked back again, shook his head, and entered, followed by the dog.

I wondered about his reaction as he departed. It was as if there was some recognition. I felt something as well, but couldn't fathom it. If anything, I was certainly intrigued by him.

I waved at the bartender, "Alan, please, I could use another."

He arrived with my drink. I thanked him and asked, "I'm curious. Who was that?"

Alan replied, "That's the owner, Georgio, and his dog Max. That door leads to his office and his residence upstairs. Besides this place, he owns several bars and restaurants statewide."

I was about to pry a little more when my phone rang. It was Beth.

I answered, "Hello, Beth! I'm at Georgio's having a celebratory drink," I giggled and added, "or two. I got the promotion and am head of the Paralegal team."

She replied, "Wow, that's great, and congratulations! So are we still on for tomorrow night?"

"Yes we're on, and I look forward to it."

Beth said, "So we'll be free to imbibe, I'll arrange for an Uber. Since you're on the way, I'll pick you up at eight."

"That sounds great. I'll be ready. Beth, thank you for being there and picking me up when I'm down. I'll see you tomorrow. Love you, Bye."

"Lyn, that's what friends are for. I Love you, Bye."

As I had to drive home, two drinks were my limit. I waved Alan over to settle up. He smiled, waved my card off. "They're on the house. Georgio said to comp the lovely young woman's drinks."

Surprised and flattered, I said, "Oh my, I appreciate it, and thank him for me."

Chapter 8

Wednesday morning came, and I was excited for the day ahead. It was early Fall and a lovely, warm day. I decided to go for a walk. Feeling daring, I dressed in shorts and a halter top without a bra. I received more than a few looks and double-takes. The low-rise shorts revealed a glimpse of my ass as my breasts swayed freely under the halter top. The attention thrilled and emboldened me.

I stopped at Dark Star Coffee and sat outside, enjoying a bagel and a latte. I thought about how my life had changed since my breakup with Brian. The old me was held back by low self-esteem and no real sense of who I was. Now, I had stepped out into the world. I was free to set boundaries, not restrained by my prior inhibitions. I had a bounce in my step and a wiggle to my walk as I sashayed back home.

I returned energized, cleaned the apartment, and did the laundry. I had a light meal. After some cuddle time with Callie out on the balcony, it was time to get ready for the evening. I settled into a lilac-scented bath for a leisurely soak before shaving and washing my hair. I thought of the looks I received while dressed so scantily earlier. It was a new experience and an affirmation that I could turn heads, was sexy, and desirable.

Aroused, my breasts swelled, nipples hardened and flushed. I thought, "My God, I'm insatiable." I gently teased, then pinched and tugged a nipple, alternating from one to the other, triggering the warmth from within. My free hand slid down between my thighs. My fingers parted my slick labia and dipped briefly into my vagina, before seeking my hard throbbing clit.

"Ohhhh my!" I moaned as I rubbed my love button. My release came quickly as I squealed with delight and quivered in the throes.

I recovered from my post-orgasmic bliss and finished my bath. I laid out my wardrobe for the evening. I had been hesitant to wear the dress, but that had changed. Tonight would be my coming-out party. I sat at my vanity and finished brushing my hair. Wanting to highlight my eyes, I applied shimmering plum eyeshadow and burgundy eyeliner. I finished my makeup with plum lip gloss and a spritz of vanilla musk oil. Pleased, I donned my jewelry: a ruby pendant and earrings.

I slipped on a red silk thong and wiggled into the lustrous dark blue dress. The silk's smooth, soft texture settled against my skin, and, despite its snug fit, it felt cool and light on my body. I gasped as I saw my reflection in the mirror. Though revealing, I felt the overall look was elegant and alluring, yet beneath lurked something wilder, something that had been awakened. I slipped into red heels, to echo my ruby pendant and earrings. The ensemble complemented the dress nicely. I was ready for the evening.

I received a text that Beth was out front with the Uber. She greeted me with a hug, stepped back, and exclaimed, "Wow, that dress! I love it. You look stunning. I've never seen you dressed so lavishly."

I blushed at the compliment and replied, "Thank you. This is a first for me. You look fabulous in that LBD."

Indeed, Beth was in a black bodycon. The plunging neckline accentuated her firm, full breasts, and the hem sat mid-thigh. A pearl necklace, earrings, and white heels contrasted with the dress.

The driver was an older, mature gentleman. He stood politely holding the door open for us and got an eyeful as our hems slid up our thighs as we got in.

We arrived at Georgio's. The doorman smiled, checked our IDs, and let us in. The place was filling up. We chose to sit at the end of the bar, where I had sat before. Alan noticed me and waved. There was another bartender and two waitresses working the floor.

Alan came over with a tumbler of gin, remembering my preference, with a wink and smile said, "Well, hello, Lyn, our finest gin neat. Who's your lovely companion?"

I replied, "Alan this is my bestie Beth."

Alan held out his hand, and Beth shook it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Alan."

He replied, "The pleasure is all mine. Now what can I get you."

"I'll have the same as Lyn, if you please."

Alan went to get Beth's drink, and I noticed her eying him as he left. I giggled and said, "He's a charmer and not hard on the eyes either."

She blushed, "Can't blame a girl for looking."

I was about to respond when I noticed Lacy and two others enter. She wasn't kidding when she said they dressed provocatively. The three lit up the room in their mini dresses and heels. Lacy looked our way and recognized me. She and her friends walked up to us. After Introductions, Lacy and her friends, Mary and Susan, invited us to join them.

We sat around a high-top table that Lacy had reserved. Lacy complimented us on our dresses, and Beth and I returned the compliments. We felt welcomed, drinks were ordered, and the conversation was light and fun. What a sight we must have been. Five nubile young women sat on stools in our mini dresses, the hems sliding past mid-thigh. It wasn't long before we caught the eye of several men. Before long, drinks arrived compliments of a table of attractive young men. We all giggled and raised our glasses to them in acknowledgment.

Lacy laughed and said, "Let's look out for each other and remember to make sure the drinks come directly from the bar."

The music started, and as girls do, we danced together on the dance floor. Soon, several men joined us. One from the group that bought our drinks walked up and asked, "I'm Tim. Would you like to dance?"

I don't know where it came from, but I laughed: "I am dancing, so the question is, do you want to join me?"

Lacy and Beth were nearby and laughed at my reply. I wondered when I had become a tease. I admit to enjoying it as he stood looking perplexed as I continued to sway to the music.

Then realization occurred, he smiled and said, "Okay, you got me." Then asked, "May I join you for this dance?"

I replied, "By the way I'm Lyn, and since you asked so nicely, yes."

It was a slow song, and I stepped forward. His hands were on my waist, as were mine on his. He was well over six feet, lean and muscled.

He asked, "What brings you and your friends out this evening?"

"It's ladies' night and you?"

"My friends and I are here for a wedding. We were looking for a little action."

My response surprised me. Knowing the implication, I continued the tease by replying, "Oh, and what might that be?"

Suddenly, the gentleman became a wolf. His hands wandered down my waist to my hips and pulled me in close.

He said, "My friends and I have a suite at the Hilton just up the street and wondered if you and your friends would like to party?"

His hands slipped further to my ass and his grip tightened. Though it was a rush being lusted after, I realized I had taken my teasing too far. This wasn't like me, and I had no intention of taking him up on the offer. I reached down, brushed his hands away, stepped back, and said, "Look, I apologize if I gave you the wrong impression. If you'll excuse me," I turned and headed back to our table.

Beth and Lacy joined me. Laughing, they had noticed and overheard the encounter. I blushed, embarrassed.

Lacy said, "You're really new at this. As I noted when we met, you don't get out much."

Amused at my naivety, Beth told Lacy, "She doesn't, and I had to talk her into coming out tonight."

I said, "Yes, this is all new to me, but I don't regret coming. I've made the decision to open up and embrace new experiences." I reached out and took both their hands. Mary and Susan returned, and I replied, "With the help of my friends, I'll learn to navigate this journey I've embarked on."

At that moment, Alan and a waitress arrived with an iced bucket of champagne and five flutes. Surprised, we all smiled as Alan popped the cork and poured, handing each of us a flute.

Alan winked at me and announced, "Compliments of the owner, Georgio, to thank you, lovely ladies, for gracing his club with your presence." He nodded towards the bar where Georgio stood smiling. We all faced the bar and raised our glasses to him in acknowledgment.

Lacy offered a toast: "To follow up on Lyn's statement, let's toast to our friendships, old and new, may they long endure."
We all cheered and drank. I learned they weren't here for anything more than to chill and have fun together. I was thrilled to be in this moment, as again my life had taken another step forward, fostering my relationship with Beth and our new friends.

Chapter 9

We finished a second bottle of champagne between the five of us, and we were all ever so slightly drunk.

I had freshened up in the ladies' room and returned to the table. The girls were dancing. Georgio approached our table and asked, "Was that you here yesterday afternoon at the end of the bar?"

I replied, "Yes, that was me, and thank you for the drinks."

"It was my pleasure. Excuse me for being so forward. I should introduce myself, I'm Georgio Ivone Lanzini. As you probably already know, this is my club."

For some reason, my heart fluttered. I offered my hand and replied, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Georgio. I'm Lyn."

He gently shook my hand, as his dark brown eyes met mine, and said, "The pleasure is all mine." His gaze held a sense of mystery and desire. He released my hand and asked, "Would you do me the honor of the next dance?"

I was drawn to the man's allure and said, "It would be my pleasure."

At that moment, the girls had returned to the table. He flagged the waitress and told her to bring another round. Then he addressed them, saying, "Pardon us, as I have asked Lyn to dance."

They all nodded. Beth smiled, and winked her approval.

Taking my hand, he led me onto the floor. I felt a warmth and tenderness in his embrace. His scent was subtle, a cologne with a hint of sandalwood. We swayed gently; our bodies moved in harmony. With each step, we seemed to melt into one another, lost in the rhythm of the slow, melodic tune that filled the air. Georgio's hand rested firmly on the small of my back, guiding me with tenderness. My head tilted slightly, resting against his shoulder.

He said, "I've requested a special song that's dear to me, and I hope you will enjoy it. It's performed by Italian tenor Andrea Bocelli and titled 'Con Te Partirò'. Which translates to 'With You I Shall Depart'.

Though sung in Italian, it was hauntingly beautiful. I felt as if I had been transported to a sea of tranquil love, innocent and set free to surface and smile. The world around us faded, our eyes met, sharing the intimacy with unspoken words. Time seemed to stand still, and at the moment, nothing else mattered but the gentle sway of our bodies and the sweet romantic music.

The song ended, and he said, "Lyn, you've made this evening memorable by allowing me this dance and sharing your beauty and grace with me."

I was at a loss for words. There was that feeling of familiarity, and I felt a longing simmering deep inside.

He leaned forward; his lips brushed against my cheek. It was not quite a kiss, more of a suggestion of one, and he whispered in Italian, "Amore mio sei sempre nella mia mente e per sempre nel mio cuore."

He pulled back, his intense eyes held mine, and said, "Some experiences are worth prolonging. I hope you agree." He reached into his pants pocket and withdrew a small envelope.

He took my right hand. His eyes held mine as he leaned, bringing it to his lips. He lightly kissed the palm and then placed the envelope on it. He released my hand and said, "This is personal from me to you. You'll find the meaning of the words I whispered in Italian. Also, a confession and an invitation that I sincerely hope you'll consider. Ciao, Lyn, or perhaps until next we meet."

With that, he left me standing with bated breath and a racing heart. I found myself inhaling deeply. I gripped the note, thinking, "What just happened?" It was like I was in another place in time. The girls' clapping and cheering shook me from my reverie, and I returned to the table.

Beth said, "My God, Lyn, that was hot. It's like you two were in a world all your own. Oh lord, be still my heart!"

Blushing as the girls waited for a response, I was still trying to gather my thoughts. It was like something out of a romance movie or novel. I knew there was something I was missing. Then it hit me! Could it be? Georgio Ivone Lanzini! Gil! It must be. That realization both answered some and yet left me with many other questions.

I looked at the others but directed my response to Beth and said, "Beth, that was Gil. I'm sure it. His full name is Georgio Ivone Lanzini."

Beth's eyes widened, and she said, "Gil, I remember, your anonymous intimate chat friend."

Of course, the others heard, and it piqued their curiosity. Lacy said, "We saw him hand you that envelope. Are you going to read it?"

I should have read it in private, but I knew that, having seen it, they would ask about it. I opened the envelope with trembling fingers. Inside was a key card with a handwritten note: 'Lyn, let me formally introduce myself. I'm Georgio Ivone Lanzini, you know me as Gil from Lush. I apologize for not revealing myself sooner.

I know you must wonder about my profile. Obviously, I'm not sixty; I'm thirty-eight years old. As of today, I am newly divorced. My anonymity was necessary to protect my assets and business.

My wife took a lover and filed for divorce. Fortunately, I had a pre-nup. My lawyer advised me to avoid doing anything that would complicate the process. I thought it would be wise to stay off Lush, thus my absence.

I've done quite well monetarily. After leaving my wife, I renovated the upstairs apartment. Except for Max, I have no significant others. I wasn't looking for or ready to jump into something after the pain of my wife's betrayal.

Now to the point. Mindy, that's how I know you. I must confess to being enamored with you, not just because of our intimate encounter on Lush but also because of you as a person. I so enjoyed our interactions, and they meant a lot to me.

Yesterday, I didn't recognize you due to the lighting at the end of the bar, though there was something about you. Then this evening, here you were on the day my divorce went final. Coincidence or fate?

I was anxious about how you would react. I didn't want to run up and say, "Mindy, I'm Gil." I felt a bit of decorum was needed. My God, you're so beautiful and a vision in that dress. Holding you in my arms as we danced was a seminal moment for me, and I hope for you as well.

I felt a spark between us. If you feel it too, use the key; together, that spark will become a flame.

'Amore mio, sarai sempre nei miei pensieri e per sempre nel mio cuore.'

'My love you will always be on my mind and forever in my heart.'

'Georgio'

I was overcome emotionally and unable to coalesce my thoughts. I trusted Beth and her opinion. I handed her the note. She read it to the others. There was a collective gasp, and they whispered amongst themselves.

Beth said, "We all agree, as we watched you two together there was no doubting the aura of something magical happening. It's not as if he's a stranger. I've heard you talk about him fondly. I believe you would regret not seeing where it leads. You should go to him."

I felt the weight of Georgio's apartment key card in my hand. They were right; I was drawn to him. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, I stood, downed the last of my drink, smiled, and said, "You know, girls, I believe I will. Nothing ventured, nothing gained."

I turned and headed to his door, to cheers from the table. I slipped the key through the lock, hearing the buzz, and opened the door. Before entering, I looked back and waved at my friends. Beth yelled, "You go, girl!"

Chapter 10

I entered through the doorway and climbed a flight of stairs to a second level, which opened to a spacious apartment. With Max by his side, Georgio stood there smiling, looking resplendent in black pants and a white silk shirt.

"Max, Friend," he said. Max left his side and sauntered up to me, followed by Gil.

"Max, sit," he said, and pointed to the floor before me. "Paw." Max sat as directed and offered me a massive paw. I took his paw and gently shook it. Max took his time smelling my hand, as if to imprint my odor.  

"Max, meet Lyn." Max stood up, his tail wagging furiously as he licked my hand. 

"Lyn, meet Max, the head of security for my humble abode." I kneeled and said, "Hello Max," patting his head. I looked at Gill and said, "He's a beautiful dog."

"Lyn, I keep wanting to address you as Misty, as that's the name by which I came to know you. Would you mind if I adopted it as my pet name for you, just between us?

"No, I don't mind. In fact, I like it. Though more a nickname than a pet name, I'll continue to call you Gil."

"So, Misty," he chuckled, "can I offer you a drink? Alan cued me in on a gin straight being your preference."

"Yes, Gil," I smirked, "thank you, a gin would be nice."

"Misty, make yourself at home while I get our drinks."

The apartment had an open floor plan and was lavishly furnished with a retro look. It had a plush leather couch, chairs, fine wood tables, and cabinets. I was impressed with his sense of style. Gil returned and handed me my drink. I could tell he was as nervous as I was.

He said, "Come with me, I'll give you the tour." Taking my left hand, his touch triggered a tremor as he led me to the hall that led to the guest bath and bedrooms. The spacious master had a king bed, which was lit by the light of the moon shining through a skylight overhead. The bed faced stained glass French doors that opened to a balcony. The ensuite had a dual sink marble vanity, a large glassed walk-in shower with a marble backsplash, and an antique claw-foot tub facing a stained glass window.

"Oh my," I exclaimed, "your place is lovely."

Gil smiled, "Thank you. I have one more thing I want to show you." He led me out onto the balcony. A full moon illuminated the night with a cool, gentle breeze. The balcony overlooked a city park behind the building. A lit pathway in the distance weaved its way through large oak trees. The view was breathtaking.

I turned, faced him, and said, "Your place, this view, it's beautiful."

Gill embraced me, and I melted into his arms. He said, "Misty, the real beauty here is you, Amore Mio." I loved how he spoke his endearments to me in Italian.

Gil moved his hands up my back, fingers brushing my skin as I felt my body shift under his grip. I exhaled shakily and tilted my chin up gently; his warm brown eyes met mine. My lips parted slightly as Gil lowered his head. The kiss started soft, his lips warm and hesitant against mine, but it deepened, my tongue brushing his, coaxing a quiet whimper. The kiss flamed the desire coursing through me. Its warmth caressed my soul.

He brushed my cheek with the backs of his fingers. I threaded my fingers through his hair, responding to our burning passion. He ran his tongue along the seam of my lips, and I gladly parted them, reveling in the sensations and taste of him as he explored me.

Gil rested his forehead against mine as we came up for air, and a wordless conversation flowed between our eyes, expressing profound longing, deep affection, and an overwhelming desire to explore our feelings for one another. Neither of us knew what the future would hold. For tonight, all we knew was the overpowering need to be present with one another in the moment and take from it all we could.

I reached for his shirt's buttons. "May I?" He nodded wordlessly as I unbuttoned it and slid it off his shoulders. Basking in the glorious beauty of his body. He truly was a magnificent man. I ran my hands over his well-defined pecs and abs. I leaned forward and gently touched my lips to his chest and kissed each nipple.

"Ahhh, Misty," he murmured. He softly stroked my hair with the gentle reverence of a man touching the petals of a rare flower.

I needed to feel his skin against mine, to bask in his nearness. I stepped back and looked deeply into Gil's eyes. I pulled the straps from my shoulders and shimmied out of the dress. The warmth of my arousal had soaked my thong as I slid it off. Naked, I stood before him; my chest rose and fell with bated breath, my breasts swollen and my nipples flushed with arousal.

"Beautiful," he breathed. "May I touch you, Misty?" he whispered.

I nodded, nearly aching with the need to feel his hands explore my body. Ever so gently, he brushed his fingertips along the swell of my breasts, tracing every curve as though he were mapping them and committing them to memory. His touch grew bolder, and he trailed his fingers across my aroused nipples. I closed my eyes, reveling in the sensations he was drawing from me. "Mmmm..." I moaned.

With one hand, he continued to tease a nipple with a feather-light touch. The other moved down to the warm dampness of my labia. With a finger, he probed and parted my smooth, slick lips and slipped it inside me. Coated with my essence, he withdrew and teased my clit. I moaned as shocks shot through me. My body flushed with the heat burning from within. I pleaded, "Please, Gil..."

His brown eyes bore into mine. "Tell me what you want, Misty."

I needed him. I ached for him. I craved everything he was willing to give me and more.

"Please make love to me, Gil."

Pressing a tender kiss to my lips, he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the bed, laying me down softly against the pillows. Gil removed his pants and boxers. As he stood before me, I gasped at the length and girth of his magnificent erection—a portent of the pleasure yet to come. 

"I have dreamed of you, Misty," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I have dreamed of touching you... kissing you... tasting you..."

"Oh yes," I gasped as he gently nibbled my earlobe.

Gil licked, nibbled, and kissed his way down to my breasts. He covered them with soft kisses, treating them like objects of worship rather than mere mortal flesh. His slow, reverent touch heightened my arousal, and I arched my back, silently begging him for more. As though sensing my need, he finally captured my left nipple with his lips, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue as he caressed its twin with his hand.

"Oh, Gil..." I moaned. "That feels so good..."

I ran my hands through his hair and along his broad shoulders, relishing the sensation of his warm skin beneath my fingertips. I could feel his muscles tensing and relaxing as he switched, lavishing my right nipple with the same attention he'd given the left. I sighed contentedly. Gil was a marvelously gentle and generous lover, just as intent on giving me pleasure as taking it for himself. Releasing my nipple from his lips, he kissed and slithered his tongue from my breasts and worked his way to my sex. Leaving a wet trail in his wake. He glanced up, and I looked down at him.

With fire in his eyes, he spread my legs and lowered his head between my thighs. The heat emanating from my pussy permeated the air with the scent of my arousal. His tongue parted my labia and slithered into my hot, wet depths. My hands grasped his head as I arched my back and cried out, "My God, Gil! Oh fuck yes!"

Licking up my slit he drew my engorged clit out and into his mouth. He plunged a finger and then two, fucking my hot wet sex. I writhed and bucked, meeting each thrust. I shuddered and exclaimed, "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!"

Gil replaced his fingers with his mouth as I orgasmed, savoring my release. I quivered in the throes as he lay alongside me and whispered, "Oh sì, amore mio, your juices taste so sweet." Our lips met, sharing the taste of my essence as we kissed.

I caressed his hard cock, and felt its girth in my hand, solid, throbbing, the veins pulsing with pent-up desire. I leaned down, taking a firm hold as I kissed the tip, savoring a drop of creamy white precum. I licked the length, cupped, and gently squeezed his balls. Wrapping my lips around the large bulbous head, I swirl my tongue around the sensitive underside. I took him deep into my mouth, swallowed, and his cock entered my throat.

Gil let out a guttural moan and exclaimed, "Oh my God! Yes, my Mindy!

I bobbed and sucked, thrilled with my ability to take him deep and the pleasure it elicited. I released his cock and straddled him in one swift motion. "I want you deep inside," I whispered as I positioned myself over him.

Reaching down, I guided his cock to my needy pussy. As the crown parted my lips I slowly sank on to him feeling his marvelous cock stretch and fill me. It was the most sublime feeling imaginable. Fully impaled, I began to grind against him, circling my hips as I rocked back and forth. With each movement, my clit would bump against his pubic bone, enhancing the pleasure I felt.

Gil gazed up at me reverently as I rode him, his breathing becoming more ragged as his excitement grew. "You feel wonderful, Misty," he panted. "So warm, sei mio, amore mio."

I let out a whimper at that and squeezed my inner muscles around him. "Oh God, yes!" He growled, took hold of me, and rolled us over, staying inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he began to thrust. He kissed me hungrily, "Tonight you're mine, my Misty..."

I enjoyed him speaking so possessively. It awakened a primal need to be possessed and ravaged by this man. It magnified the exquisite sensation of his cock plunging deep inside, claiming me.

I grasped his ass and said, "Yes, lover, tonight I'm yours. Take me Gil, don't hold back!"

He locked his gaze on mine. His eyes were aflame with need as he increased the pace. He thrusted harder with mounting intensity.

"Oh God! Just like that, don't stop!" I yelled, my fingers gripped his ass pulling him in as he thrust harder.

I could feel myself getting close. Wanting to bring Gil along with me and crest the wave of ecstasy together, I squeezed my inner muscles around him.

"My god!" he cried out, beginning to unravel. "Misty, I'm coming!" 

"Come in me, Gil," I urged him. "I'm almost there. I want to feel you explode inside of me." 

That pushed him over the edge. With a powerful final thrust, he stiffened deep inside and cried out, "Oh, Amore Mio!"

I felt his cock pulse inside, filling me with his seed and sending me spiraling into an earth-shaking orgasm. "Oh fuck Yesss!" I yelled, in glorious rapture, as I came around him.

Panting, he collapsed on top of me. I held him close, basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking, trailing my fingertips through the light sheen of sweat on his back. I relished the physical reassurance that he was in my arms. We lay entwined in each other for a long while before he began to soften inside me. Almost reluctantly, he withdrew, lay alongside, and pulled me back against his chest to cuddle. I felt so safe and content wrapped in his arms. Moonlight streamed through the skylight, adding a soft romanticism to the moment.

No other words were spoken as we slowly drifted off to sleep. None could adequately capture the moment. I woke up briefly with Gil's arms around me and listened to the whisper of his slumbering breath. I was exactly where I wanted to be. I smiled contentedly and closed my eyes.

I dreamed of desires, surrender, being wanted, and a freedom I'd never allowed myself to imagine.

The End