But first, a little back story. . .

So one of my coworkers, Jack,  introduced me to this friend of his. Some girl that he knew at the bar were we all went to for drinks after work one night last week.

We were sitting at couple of tables in a back corner when this woman walked over to Jack and gave him a big hug. We were all like, “Who the fuck is that?” Jack is married, 2 kids, perfect life, does he have something on the side? Is that why he’s so nice all the time?

Jack’s friend was gorgeous. She is slender, probably 5’8, with brown hair that falls not quite to her shoulders. She is all legs. She was wearing skinny jeans that only accented those endless legs.

Anyway, he invited her to sit down with us, as she was trying to get to a chair sort of tucked in the corner, she lost her balance and literally fell into my lap. I was holding my beer at the time and nearly drowned myself. My blouse and slacks were dripping with the beer that tossed in the air as she landed on me.

So this girl is half laying in my lap, not a drop of beer on her and she burst out laughing and said, “Hi, I’m Suzanne, can I buy you a drink?” I was shocked from the cold beer, but I burst out laughing and in seconds all of us are hooting and laughing hysterically. 

As we regained our composure she shifted her weight, move a little but made herself at home on my lap. I sat there for like, 30 seconds, not sure what to do.  So I said, “Hi, I’m Ellie, how ‘bout that beer?” She popped out of my lap and on her way up tot the bar she said over her shoulder, “Maybe I can get you out of those wet clothes too!”

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I froze. I hadn’t been with a girl in probably 10 years. I’ve always been attacked to women but I live in a predominately rural state in middle America where being gay or bi is not a flag that I really want to wave. I think some of my coworkers know I’m not as straight laced as some people think. But it’s not anything I talk about, especially not at work. 

The rest of the evening was pretty casual. Laughing and telling stories from work. A little work chit-chat here and there, nothing serious, but keeping it at a level just above what you’d expect from close friends.

After a few more drinks people starts to excuse themselves to leaves. As I got up, Susanne put a napkin in my hand and said, “Ell, I owe you a new blouse, give me call and we’ll go shopping.”

I caught an Uber home. After several rounds of drinks, I was in no shape to drive. I managed to key Susanne’s number into my phone, but as I was saving her contact, I touched CALL. Suzanne picked up almost instantly. Again, I froze. 

Words wouldn’t come out of my mouth. My mind was blank. I heard her voice, “Hello?”. . . “Who’s there?”. . . . . . “Ell is that you?” “Um, Hi. I didn’t mean to call. . .” she interrupted, “you must REALLY need that new blouse” with a giggle. I stumbled over my words trying to excuse myself for calling her, not 10 minutes after leaving the bar.

She asked if I was free next Monday. I checked my calendar quick, “Sure, that will work.” She suggested that we meet up for a bite before going shopping. We settled on a little taco bar downtown. I’d been there, once, a million years ago. It was a little, hole-in-the-wall sort of place that you might easily miss if you didn’t know where to look for it. 

So, I’m going on a date. With a women I just met. “What am I doing?” I thought to myself as a little tingle trickled crept down my spine.

Monday arrived and I couldn’t sit still all day. I was a mess. . . what am I, 16 and getting ready for the Junior Prom? “Get it together Ell.” I told myself. In the restroom mirror at work as I dabbed a little cool water on my face. You’re just meeting a friend’s friend for a bite and then maybe you’ll get a new blouse out of the deal. Regardless, you get to meet up with what seems like a carefree women. . . who nudges you out of your box a little.  So what if she’s cute and makes me. . . “This is not helping!”

I walk back to my office, send the last emails of the day and shut down my computer. I planned to not go home before meeting up with Susanne. I only have to kill 45 minutes. . . 

An eternity later, I’m in my car heading off to the taco bar to meet Susanne. I park in an enclosed garage a block away. The vibe in the air as I walk down the street is electric, almost humming in the background. I round the corner and Susanne is standing outside the door. Another shock runs down my spine. 

She’s wearing open towed gladiator sandals with brown straps, a pair of jeans that hug her body in the way that makes her legs look like they go on forever, and a white peasant top that’s not tied in the front and showing a lot of her bare chest. Susanne is not a busty woman, in fact she’s pretty flat chested, but. . .  she’s not wearing a bra and I can see her nipples a little as I walk up and greet her. I put out my hand and she pulls me into a hug and kisses me lightly on the cheek. “Hi Ell! Ready for some terrific tacos?” “Susanne, it’s so good. . .” She interrupts, “Call me Suz, Susanne is so formal.” “Ok Suz” and we walk inside. 

I was here several years ago with a couple of friends. Back then it was rundown dive with decent food. The interior doesn’t look anything like it did then. It’s so hip, and swanky. Soft lighting that accents the room, creating shadows in all the right places and drawing your attention to the art and murals on the walls. The smells in air seem to draw you in, envelope you and make you feel as if you just steps across the boarder into some Central American kitchen. 

Suz speaks to the hostess just inside the door, while I take this all in. Seconds later, the hostess seats us an a small round table for two against a side wall under a hanging basket of ferns. The old wooden floor feel like a hardware store from the 50’s. As we approached the table, and I crossed in front of Suz to take my seat, her hand grazed the small of my back and a subtle shiver radiate out from her imperceptibly soft touch.

The hostess gave us menus and ask for a drink order. . . I haven’t even begun to flip trough the drink menu when Suz orders a Peachy Keen. I was hoping for more time, “And for you?” “Um, I’ll have a Cosmo, please.” “I’ll be right back with those drinks. Our specials are on the board over there and I’ll answer any questions you have when I come back.”

I look over the menu and realize that I have no idea what some of these dishes are. Suz asks what I’m having. . .. Still a little overwhelmed I answer, “Tacos.” There’s a half second of silence  before we both bust out laughing. In the moment, my hand lights on the back of her forearm, just for a second, but she doesn’t draw away. “The fish tacos are good and they also have some great vegan options on the back,” flipping the menu over. “Try something new, you can’t go wrong.”

Just then the server sets our drinks on the table. “Do you have any questions about the menu?” I ask if there are any particular recommendations. “What kind of girl are you?” The server asks. “Do you like chicken, steak, or are you more adventurous?” “I’m up for trying something new” I say. “Well, we just received fresh sea food and today’s octopus tacos are to die for.” “Ok, I’ll have that.” Suz ordered a ceviche taco. I again realize that may be out of my depth here. “Back with those in a flash” and our server spins off toward the kitchen.

We continue the conversation we started a week ago at the bar. Work, relaxation, significant others. Yes, Yes and No in short. Ive been single for a number of years now after my husband left me for his secretary, stupid fuck. But I’m way better off without him. I like not being tied down right now. I asked, “What do you do for entertainment?” I was thinking Netflix, the theatre, musical performances. . . her response was quick, as if she was waiting for this. “Burlesque shows.”

“Ever been?” She puts a hand on my hand. “They’re a lot of fun! The drinks are cheap and the music, well. . ..” “You go for the music?” I inquire naively.  Of course not, go to see nearly naked women strutting around on stage!” Waving her hands in the air. Her hand lands on my arm, and traces its way down to my finger tips. This might be considered benign at any other time, but tonight it was something else entirely. 

The server retuned with our food. As my dish was placed in front of me I was struck by the sheer beautify of the food. This could be on the cover of a foodie magazine, maybe it is. My octopi almost looked like they were trying to escape with their little tentacles spilling out the side of the tacos. I swallowed as the last swallow of my cosmo slid over my tongue, sure to enhance the buzz in my head already. 

Thee tacos across from me were different, beautiful, but there was a semi transparent sauce that covered the raw fish between the folds of the taco shells. I caught a whiff of something. . . familiar yet distant. Odd. “Another Cosmo?” The server asked. “Sure.” I said without even thinking. “Wanna taste?” Suz spoke softly, seeing my eyes transfixed on her plate. “Um, ok” “Give me your fork” and she passed me bite of taco. 

The smell was intoxicating, and seeing my reaction, Suz interjected quietly, “Some people thing that tasked like semen.” Then from out of nowhere I say, “Nothing I haven’t had before.” And took the load into my mouth. It was delicious! Flavors stacked on flavors and a wide range of textures. After swallowing the bite, I realized that the inside of my mouth felt different, like I had drank a bottle of shampoo or something, slippery, slimy, and it didn’t go away. “It has an interesting aftertaste doesn’t it.” “It sure does.” 

Just then our server dropped off my second Cosmo and disappeared. I picked one of my tacos and took a brave bite. Again, there was an overwhelming bouquet of flavors, and underneath it wall was the slightly chewy texture of octopus. “You like?” Suz inquired as she was swallowing the remainder of her first taco. “Yes, very much.” We continued until our plates were empty and we’d had a couple more cocktails each. 

I was feeling quite tipsy. We were laughing an joking. Then Suz placed her hand on my thigh. Normally she would have found the fabric on my skirt, but during the course of our meal, my skirt had shifted a little exposing that particular area. She didn’t mover her hand, but squeezed my leg, just a little, letting her fingers slide on my skin under her hand. 

At nearly the same time my arm was on her back, and as her hand gently caressed me, mine slid down her back slowly and without drawing attention of any other patrons. I felt my fingers touch her soft skin  in the gap between her top and jeans. “I need to go to the restroom” Suz said as she stood, and as she rose from her chair, she winked at me. 

Silently I stood a followed, as if being led by the Pied Piper’s flute. I followed her to the back of the restaurant and into the restroom. It was small with two stalls, and she disappeared into the second stall and still I silently followed.

We had barley closed the door, when Suz had her hand under my skirt and was fiddling with the elastic fabric of my panties along my leg.  My hand instantly went to her waistline, struggling to get into her tight button fly jeans. As I wiggled and worked my hand in, her fingers were beginning to find my outer labia. Still struggling in her jeans, she retracted her hand to unfasten the buttons. At the same time, I reached under my skirt and drew my panties to the floor. Her jeans were open, my panties now only around one ankle and we kissed as my fingers slid over her clit and into the folds of her pussy.

Suz found clit and then the wet prize of my dripping juices as she pushed a finger into my vagina. We started wildly finger fucking each other, banging on the walls of the bathroom stall as we tried to thrust our fingers deeper into one another. Our mouths locked in a passionate kiss that seemed to last an eternity. Out tongues danced, our breath hot and shallow. I could feel her wetness spread across the inside of her underwear and I was dripping down my leg when the restroom door opened.

Just as the other stall door closed, we spilled out of ours giggling and  walked out the door. We paid the sever and poured out on to the sidewalk and the early evening breeze make my shoulder length hair dance across my face. That’s when I realized that my underwear were still on the floor of the bathroom stall. There was no going back. 

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