Variety is the Spice

I didn't really want a drink when I went into the small bar. But I didn't want to go home to an empty apartment either. The bar was just the lesser of two evils.

As I climbed up onto the barstool, I held onto the hem of my already short skirt to keep from exposing any more flesh than I had to. Even so I saw the way the guy down at the end of the bar had his eyes glued to my legs. Hell, I should have charged him admission. I quickly crossed my knees to end show and tell.

Somewhere on the long side of thirty, the blonde bartender was sexy in a cute sort of way. Of course the dim lighting inside the bar helped hide any major defects. But she wasn't bad looking and she had a great smile. You know what I mean. Pepsodent teeth and all.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Becky. What are you drinking?"

"A screwdriver sounds good," I smiled back at her. "I'm Natalie. Nattie to my friends and bartenders."

She laughed lightly. "Hi Nattie. One screwdriver coming up."

As she turned away to mix my drink, I found myself staring at her firm and rounded little ass. Her ass was packaged inside a skirt that was at least a size smaller than it should have been. It had been a long time since looking at another broads ass had turned me on, but I could actually feel a tingle down there between my legs.

Reluctantly pulling my eyes away from her ass, I fumbled a Camel out of my purse and lit up. As I took a deep drag from the weed, I wondered what in the hell was happening to me? Forty-three years old and here I was getting all hot and bothered from looking at some little blonde bimbos ass. Maybe it was just that I was horny. My last sleep-over lover had finally gotten around to admitting to me that he was married. As hard as I kicked him in the nuts, he's probably singing soprano in the church choir by now. But there hadn't been much action in my bed since.

And enter Becky once more. She slid the drink down in front of me and hit me with that smile again.

"Here you are, Nattie. The first one is on the house. If there's anything else I can do for you, let me know."

Our eyes met and the tingle between my legs was back again. Lifting the glass to my lips, I licked my tongue around the rim while keeping my eyes locked with hers. She actually blushed, but I knew that I was getting the message across when she dropped her eyes to the front of my blouse. Someone rapped on the bar for service so she turned and glided smoothly away from me.

Like I said, I hadn't been with another woman sexually for a long time, but I remembered how nice it could be to feel someone soft and perfumed in your arms. This little fluff behind the bar was giving out some powerful vibes that she might be ready for some lady lovin' if I played it right. So I figured, what the hell. Might as well find out one way or the other. It was only a minute before she drifted back to stand in front of me.

"Ready for another drink, Nattie?" she asked, that smile blowing my mind again.

I shook my head. "No thanks. How late do you work?"

She glanced at her wrist. "I'm off in fifteen minutes. As soon as the night barman gets here. Why?"

"You wanna come up to my pad for a while?"

"Your pad?"

"Yeah. My apartment."

"I'm married."

"I didn't ask you that, honey. I asked if you wanted to visit my playpen for a while? Don't make a big deal out of it! Either you do or you don't."

"Are you a lesbian?" she asked.

"No, but I am sure as hell bi," I grinned at her. "I just didn't know it until I came in here for a drink."

"What do you mean?"

"Long story," I shrugged. "How about it? You wanna go home to hubby? Or do you wanna go home with me?"

It took her a long time to decide. Every bit of five or ten seconds. "The night guy is coming in now," she said. "I'll meet you out in front, okay? I have to go count my drawer."

As I turned on the bar stool, I saw that the creep at the end of the bar was still hoping the floor show would start again. Spreading my knees as I slid off of the stool, I let him have a good look. He was choking on his beer when I went out the door.

She was out the door in less than ten minutes. Putting my hand on her back, I steered her to my beat up Chevy and opened the door for her.

"I've never done anything like this before," she said as she slid onto the cracked vinyl of the car seat. "Done anything with another woman I mean."

"Well, it isn't on my regular menu either, dollface," I laughed as I slid in behind the steering wheel. "But they say variety is the spice of life, right?"

"You know, you sound like what a guy would say sometimes."

As I wheeled the Chevy out of the parking lot and onto the street, I steered with one hand and grabbed her wrist with the other. Pulling her hand up under my skirt, I pressed her palm into my panty covered crotch.

"You don't feel a dick under there, do you baby?"

"No."

She giggled as her fingers began rubbing the lips of my pussy, her hand staying under my skirt even when I let go of her wrist. What was it she had said before? She had never been with another woman? Sure! And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime either.

By the time we pulled into the garage of my building, my panties were sopping wet from those fingers that had never touched another woman before. Going up on the elevator we played a little suck-face, my hands rubbing all over that beautiful ass of hers.

Once inside the apartment, we didn't even make it to the damned bedroom. The two of us were naked by the time we stumbled as far as the sofa. I pushed her down on her back and crawled on top of her, loving the sensation of all that soft skin beneath me as I tried to suck the tonsils out of her mouth. After a while, I slid my lips and tongue down over her belly and through a silky forest of pubic hair. Suddenly I was wearing her pussy on my face like a Halloween mask, my tongue dancing the mambo with her clitoris. I guess she thought it was a wrestling match because she had my head locked in between her legs and was bouncing that cute ass and moaning like a fucking banshee as I ate her out. I waited until she had quieted down to a soft whimper of pleasure before freeing my head from her leg lock and moving up to straddle her face. Her tongue was already moving when I lowered my pussy to meet her mouth and for someone who had never done another woman before, she sure as hell was a fast learner.

Still naked, the two women sat on the sofa with there arms around one another, both sated and at least temporarily satisfied. The blonde woman cupped her hand over the older woman's breast and squeezed gently. "Aunt Natalie? Could I be the hard-boiled female private eye the next time?" "I suppose so honey," the older woman responded. "But I really do get turned on when you play the French whore and me the librarian."