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My first job after college was with a large accounting firm in Philadelphia. Shortly after I had started, they sent me to a week long training class in Atlanta. It was interesting and good to meet people from other parts of the country. The week went quickly until Friday. Being new to the business world, I was not aware of the unwritten rule that offsite classes and meeting always end at noon on Friday so people could arrange Friday flights home. I had scheduled myself to leave Saturday morning. I returned to my hotel and went to the workout room. I ran hard for an hour and did some weights, went back to my room and took a nap. I woke around 5:00 and flipped through the TV dials, wondering why I was wasting time in a city I had never visited before. The reason was that I was alone, and I am not the kind of person to do things alone. Then I remembered my college roommate telling me of a nice lesbian bar in Atlanta called My Sister’s Place. I did not consider myself a lesbian, or even bi, but my roommate and I had relieved each other’s tension from time to time during the three years we roomed together. I thought a lesbian bar might be a place to have a quiet drink and not be bothered by guys on the make. I felt a little delicious thrill at the prospect of stepping outside my comfort zone. After I showered and dried my hair, I was about to put on a pair of jeans and a tee. I notice the “dress up” clothes I had brought and not worn, and decided “what the heck”. I put on a white lace bra with matching panties and white thigh-highs. It was a black dress, button up the front with long sleeves and a military collar. The skirt came almost, but not quite to the top of my stockings. Black FMP’s and a black purse completed the outfit. Oh, to still be able to wear clothes like that… Sigh… I was aware of the eyes on me as I crossed the lobby. The doorman almost fell over himself opening the door and offering to get me a cab. I flashed him a smile and declined, saying it was such a lovely day for a walk. The streets were busy with people getting out of work, anxious to start their weekends. The few blocks to My Sister’s passed quickly, even in the August sun. My heart skipped a bit when I saw the place and it took more than a little courage kaçak iddaa to continue. I kept telling myself I was just going for a nice quiet drink. The interior was warm and inviting, with lots of wood and brass, dozens of tables, a dance floor and a long mahogany bar. I sat at the bar and ordered a white wine. I had wanted to avoid guys on the make, but I forgot about dykes! They strut and preen as bad as men! I tried to ignore them and studied the liquors behind the bar, thinking this was not such a good idea after all. I glanced over as a lovely black woman took the stool beside me. Her skin was the rich brown of a good dark chocolate and was set off nicely by her lavender pant suit. Her hair was in a tight afro that emphasized her features, especially her large almond shaped eyes. She smelled faintly of lilac and cocoa butter. Her smile was intoxicating. “May I buy you a drink, Little Bird?” she asked with a slight Caribbean lilt. I was awestruck! I stuttered, “Yes, thank you…” Before I could tell her I was drinking Chardonnay, she told the barmaid to bring two Sapphire martinis, straight-up with lemon twists. I did not dare contradict her, though I had never had a martini before and doubted I would like it. She laughed when my first sip caused me to choke, and I became flustered and embarrassed. She told me to take a small sip and not to swallow right away. I tried that, and the most wonderful feeling spread through my mouth. I was beginning to like this new experience, and I tried it again with the same result. She warned me to slow down a bit or I might find it difficult to walk. Her name was Amelia and she taught Anthropology and Women’s Studies at Georgia State University and had stopped by to see what was going on at her favorite watering hole. I guessed she was about 35. I was captivated. Her voice, her eyes, her lovely chocolate color, the wonderful accent all combined to create perhaps the most charming person I had ever met. Soon I was chattering like a school girl trying to impress her teacher. I weighed 113 at the time and I was feeling pretty buzzed by the time I was half through my second martini. A few people were dancing to a Tony Bennett song, and when Amelia asked me to dance, it seemed like the most natural kaçak bahis thing in the world to agree. I fell into her arms, feeling not the least bit self-conscious. My arms were around her waist and her hands on my shoulders. She was sufficiently taller than me so that my head rested on her right breast. It gave me a wonderful liquid feeling. I felt safe, secure, and more than a little aroused. Her breath in my hair felt delicious, and when she stooped to kiss my head, I thought I would faint. When we got back to the bar she said she needed to get some food in me before I had to be carried. The evening was cool for August and we walked the few blocks to Morton’s. Our waiter was a lovely gay man named Andre who gushed over me and complimented Amelia on her taste. With a wink he told me to be careful of her wiles. Amelia ordered for us, fillets rare, asparagus, and a tomato salad. She had another martini but I demurred and settled for ice water while we waited for our meal. We both knew where the evening was going and I had the feeling that everyone else in the restaurant did also. Her hand casually resting on mine when she was making a point… The desire in her eyes, that I am sure was reflected in my own… I felt so special, and wanted, and happy to be doing just what I was at that time. I made a joke about asparagus making your pee smell funny; she said we would have to find out. Over coffee I told her my hotel was just a few blocks away. As soon as I said it, I wondered if I was being too forward. She smiled, put her hand on mine and asked, “Are you sure, Little Bird?” It was so sweet; I thought my heart would break. “I have been sure since we met”, I said. She signed the check and we walk the three blocks to the hotel arm-in-arm. As soon as the elevator door closed we were in each other’s arms, our mouths and tongues doing that wonderful dance that is so special the first time. We abruptly stopped when the doors opened. We were busted by an older couple on their way to the rooftop bar. They scowled, I giggled, and Amelia just smiled like Mona Lisa. Once in my room Amelia took me in her arms and pressed her lips to mine. I yielded to her sweet mouth, parting my lips, my tongue urgently seeking hers. I knew it was a kiss I would illegal bahis remember forever. I still get chills remembering the taste of her mouth, her hands on my body. Without breaking the kiss, Amelia unbuttoned my dress. When she got halfway, she pushed it off my shoulders and I let it fall to the floor. She drew back and smiled at me making me feel like the most special person in the world. She pulled the cover off the bed and drew me down to it with her. We sat on the edge, kissing and nuzzling. It was almost as if she was worshiping my body; gentle kisses and nibbles on my ears, my neck, my shoulders, her hands exploring my body. I was in such a state of rapture, I am afraid I did not contribute much beyond the occasional moan or sharp intake of breath. She gently laid me back on the bed and removed my shoes, leaving me in my bra, panties and hose. She wore only her bra and panties, though I had not noticed her remove her pantsuit. I reach up to unclasp her bra, and she said, “No, no Little Bird; we open our presents slowly.” So I laid back and let her hands and mouth explore. Her kisses and touch were so light as to almost not exist, yet I felt the fire growing inside me. I rubbed my legs together, not trying to rush her, but to scratch this wonderful itch. Amelia chuckled and chided me, “Such a hurry Little Bird, we have lots of time.” Again, I surrendered to her, stroking her head and shoulders as I could. I felt my nipples respond to her touch, and at last she unclasped it. She took first one, then the other in her mouth, kissing and nibbling until I thought I would explode from that alone. I held her head to my breast and cried out in a mixture of joy and lust. Amelia kept her mouth on my left breast and began to stroke my tummy with her right hand. Without thinking, I began to roll the nipple she had so recently deserted between my thumb and forefinger. Finally she abandoned my breast and her mouth and tongue explored my abdomen. When she reached my panties she knelt up and smiled at me. I lifted my bottom and she put both hands on the waistband and slowly tugged them down. It was uncommon in the late 70’s to shave anywhere beyond the panty line. She let out the faintest gasp when she first saw my pussy and I knew I had surprised her for the first time. She smiled at my completely bald lady part and said, “Oh my, the Little Bird is even younger than I thought.” Amelia started kissing and softly licking my upper thighs.