Lesbian experience brings out bisexual in me
After two months, I found myself craving intimacy. I missed the physical connection with my husband, but the time zone difference made it difficult to maintain that aspect of our relationship. Jamie, too, had been single for a while and was feeling the same way.
I'm Sasha, a 30-year-old project manager at a multinational corporation. When I was offered a year-long assignment in Chicago, I jumped at the opportunity. My husband and I discussed it at length, and we agreed it would be great for my career. I found myself in a luxurious hotel, and my new colleague, Jamie, arrived from Canada. She was 28, with a Black American father and a Canadian mother, raised in Toronto.
We were assigned to different projects, but our paths crossed often. We shared breakfast daily, and as the days turned into weeks, we became close friends. We explored Chicago together, visiting museums, dining at fancy restaurants, and watching movies on the weekends. We were each other's support system in this new city.
After two months, I found myself craving intimacy. I missed the physical connection with my husband, but the time zone difference made it difficult to maintain that aspect of our relationship. Jamie, too, had been single for a while and was feeling the same way. We often talked about our desires and frustrations, our conversations fueled by wine and the comfort of my hotel room.
One Friday night, we decided to watch a movie. We chose "Blue Jean," a British drama with a lesbian theme, intrigued by the premise and the lead actress. We settled into the plush hotel bed, a bottle of wine between us, and the movie playing on my laptop.
The dim lighting, the wine, and the intense scenes on screen created an electric atmosphere. When a passionate lesbian scene unfolded, I felt a rush of heat between my legs. I glanced at Jamie, her eyes glued to the screen, her breath hitching slightly. The tension in the room was palpable.
We didn't speak, but the silence was loud with unspoken words. Jamie's leg brushed against mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity. I could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, matching my own breathless state. I reached out, my hand resting on her thigh. She didn't pull away, her skin warm under my touch.
I let my fingers trace patterns on her skin, my touch feather-light. Jamie's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips. Emboldened, I let my hand trail higher, my thumb brushing against the edge of her shorts. She shivered, her body arching slightly towards me.
The movie continued to play, but neither of us was watching. Our eyes were locked, the desire between us undeniable. I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers. It was a soft, tentative kiss, a question more than a statement. Jamie's response was immediate, her lips parting, her tongue meeting mine.
The kiss deepened, our bodies pressing closer. Jamie's hands found my waist, pulling me against her. I could feel her heartbeat, rapid and matching my own. Our breaths mingled, our tongues explored, and the world outside our hotel room ceased to exist.
I pulled away slightly, my forehead resting against hers. "Is this okay?" I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.
Jamie nodded, her eyes dark with lust. "Yes," she breathed. "It's more than okay."
I smiled, my hand sliding under her tank top. Her skin was soft, her body warm. I let my fingers trail up her side, my thumb brushing against the underside of her breast. Jamie gasped, her back arching, pushing her breast into my hand.
I took my time, my touch gentle and exploratory. I wanted to memorize every curve, every dip, every soft moan that escaped her lips. Jamie's hands weren't idle. She tugged at my nightshirt, her fingers tracing the waistband of my shorts.
I sat up, pulling my shirt over my head. Jamie's eyes roamed over my body, her gaze hungry. She sat up as well, her tank top joining mine on the floor. We kissed again, our bodies pressed together, our breasts touching, our nipples hardening.
I lay back, pulling Jamie with me. Our legs entwined, our hips pressing together. The friction was delicious, the heat between us intensifying. Jamie's hand slipped into my shorts, her fingers finding my wetness. I gasped, my hips bucking against her hand.
She stroked me gently, her fingers circling my clit. I was on fire, my body trembling with need. I reached for Jamie's shorts, tugging them down. She kicked them off, her body now bare against mine. We kissed, our bodies writhing, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.
I let my hand trail down Jamie's body, my fingers finding her wetness. She was soaking, her body ready and willing. I slipped a finger inside her, my thumb continuing to circle her clit. Jamie moaned, her hips bucking against my hand.
We explored each other's bodies, our touches tentative at first, then growing bolder. We kissed, we touched, we moaned, our bodies moving in sync. The room was filled with the sound of our pleasure, the scent of our desire.
Jamie's body tensed, her orgasm ripping through her. She cried out, her body shuddering, her wetness coating my fingers. The sight and feel of her release sent me over the edge. I came, my body convulsing, my cry of pleasure echoing hers.
We lay there, our bodies tangled, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I could feel Jamie's heartbeat, steady and strong. I kissed her shoulder, my hand resting on her hip. She smiled, her eyes meeting mine.
"That was... incredible," she whispered, her voice husky.
I smiled back, my thumb tracing lazy patterns on her skin. "It was," I agreed. "And it's just the beginning."
And so, our journey of self-discovery and exploration began. We navigated the uncharted waters of our desires, our bodies, and our hearts. We learned, we laughed, we loved. And in the process, we found a part of ourselves we never knew existed.
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