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Hi! I am Danielle, but everyone calls me Dani. I am divorced, and in my 30’s. I am skinny, shy, stand at 5.6 and have shoulder length, blonde hair. I have been coloring it almost black though.
Raised in a religious household, I had been in denial about my attraction to women. After sleeping with a soccer mom one night, I finally accepted it.
I heard about a lesbian bar soon after, and started visiting it on the weekends.
I visited the bar on every weekend. Weeks passed. I was mostly ignored, and it seemed like high school again where I had been almost invisible.
On this specific weekend before visiting the bar, I decided to “doll-up.”
As far as looks are concerned, I think I am average. My lips feel dry, so I always use lip gloss. This time I decided to apply mascara and eyeliner too. I used to wear everyday clothes while visiting the bar earlier. Tonight I selected a white spaghetti top, matching bra and a blue mini skirt from my wardrobe. I blushed when I saw my reflection in the mirror before leaving home. I had painted my nails the night before.
I walked in the bar. The female bouncer greeted me. I smiled and nodded.
My eyes were glued to the TV. A beautiful spanish song was being played. The music video had a gorgeous woman dancing to it, accompanied by a man. I couldn’t understand the lyrics but I was tapping my foot in sync with the beat, while sipping on a mocktail.
I felt someone tapped on my shoulder, and I saw a tall, curvy, young blonde with long hair sitting next to me. Our eyes met.
“Hi”, she said flashing a smile, ” I am Jennifer, but everyone calls me Jen.”
“I am Danielle, but you can call me Dani,” I replied, feeling shy. She was wearing a yellow colored, halter neck top and denim shorts.
“Nice to meet you, Dani,” Jen said, shaking my hand and holding it for a few seconds.
Looking at her, I said, “Nice meeting you too, Jen.”
Jen: “I am a journalist doing my first real job here. It’s my first time drinking here.”
Me: “Wow. Welcome to this city. I don’t drink alcohol usually, so I don’t know if their drinks are good.”
She: “What Lara Travesti are you drinking?”
Me: “It’s a mocktail. They have named it Aqua cool.”
She: “Nice. Order one for me too. I will pay.”
Our eyes met again. She gently patted my hand once, smiled and glanced at my hands.
“Your nails are pretty. Do you remember the name of the polish? It’s a gorgeous silver color.” She asked.
Me: “I brought it from a drug store. I don’t remember the brand name.”
Her drink was served. She tasted it. “It’s refreshing,” she said.
I smiled and said, “Yup. I liked it too.”
We talked for a long time. She knew how to open me up. We discussed mostly about work and past experiences, non sexually. She asked me my age. She told me that I am older than her by 7 years.
It was late at night. The bar was about to close. She asked me if we could talk more in her car.
“I had to park it quite further away. Looks like those who had parked theirs near mine have already left.”
She opened her car’s door. I slid and sat on the back seat. She sat next to me, smiling.
“May I kiss you Dani?” She asked.
Instead of saying anything, I nodded. She gently placed her hand on my cheek, and brought her lips closer. I closed my eyes. Her lips felt so smooth. She kissed me passionately. We had been kissing for minutes, when she stopped doing it.
“That was amazing,” I said.
She smiled and said, “Thank you for allowing me to so it, Dani. I wanna be honest with you. I dominate my lovers. But I consider them my responsibilty. I don’t hurt them seriously. Do you know anything about BDSM?”
I told her that I had never made a conscious attempt to understand it, because I had never had an elaborate conversation with a Dominatrix like her.
She: “I will be straight. If you don’t like anything I say or do, please let me know. Learning to be a submissive is not for everyone. It’s nothing everyone should know either.”
Me: “I wanna explore. I wanna try and understand what I like. But I don’t wanna be seriously hurt.”
She: “And you will not be. I can be very strict Lara Travesti if I am required to be so, but I am not mean. I enjoy seeing my partner experience pleasure.”
Me: “Thank you for assuring me that. Can I remove my heels? I wanna get comfy.”
She: “Yup. I am removing mine too.”
She told me to slide further, so that I would be sitting near the door on the seat. Then she asked me to sit against the door, and place my legs on her lap. She switched on a small flashlight which she brought out from her purse, and quickly moved it all over me.
I was startled, but she patted my calves softly.
She: “You’re very sexy, Dani. I am not saying this to sleep with you. You really are.”
Me: “Thank you.” I couldn’t really hide my shyness.
She: “I am gonna give you a small task. You can refuse to do it. It doesn’t mean we won’t see each other again. We can still meet if you decide so. I am gonna do a little clean up with wet wipes before I tell you what to do. Please remove your legs from my lap, sweetie.”
She took few wet wipes and cleaned her feet. She put her legs on my lap, her feet facing me.
She: “Thanks to the wind, these will dry soon. So did you ever have a crush on a celebrity?”
Me: “I did have many crushes on artists. Natalie Portman, Emma Roberts come to mind. I don’t know if you have heard of the British singer Dido.”
She: “I may be wrong but I think she sung White Flag.”
Me: “That is right. Wow..”
She: “I have had a crush on Britney and Kylie Minogue at different times. I don’t listen to music as passionately as you do, though. Dani, will you worship my feet?”
I was startled at her request. I hesitated for a few moments.
She: “Trust me. You can’t do it in a wrong way. The aim is to try the act. I am a slight germophobe, so I have cleaned them too.”
Me: “Ok. I will give it a try.”
I took her right foot in my mouth, kissing her toes.
She: “Try to suckle on them, honey. I am gonna close my eyes to really enjoy it.”
I took her foot in my hands and gently suckled on her pinky first, moving to her big toe Travesti Lara eventually.
She: “Hmm. Yes. That’s it. Don’t worry. I have trimmed my toenails, unlike you. I believe fingernails should be trimmed too. Dani, Can I ask you a personal question?”
Me: “Yes, please,” I said this and began to lick her sole. I would be worshipping her left foot after this.
She: “Wow. You are a quick learner. You said you had a fling with a woman. What did she do to make you orgasm?”
Me: “She sucked on my clit.” I resumed worshipping her foot.
She: “How would you feel if a lover puts her fist in you?”
I stopped licking her foot.
Me: “I am sorry. It sounds scary. And I don’t want to be rude, but the question kind of turned me off.”
She: “It’s ok. I understand. I am Sorry.”
Me: “You did not know it would turn me off. It’s all right.”
She: “Thank you for not freaking out and running away.”
Me: “I never knew and I am admitting this: I enjoyed this.”
She: “The pleasure is mine. I got my feet worshipped by a lovely, sexy, intelligent woman. Take your time. Let me know if you ever wanna meet again.”
Not only would meet again, but we would be committed to each other for 2 years. Things moved much faster than I thought they would. She took my anal virginity with a strap on, a month later. It didn’t hurt too much, and she didn’t hint at it before she did it because she knew I would be hesitant. She knew me well.
I can still remember that night. She had never restrained me so much earlier. I would be blindfolded, handcuffed, ankles restrained and on my all fours when it happend. I far from regret it. I wish I had a time machine to experience it again. She would have dreamt of doing this to a woman older than her for a long while. I was fortunate to receive her love.
Nipples clamped. Pussy flogged a few times. Hair pulled. Ass spanked. Mascara smeared. Earlobe bitten. Her lip gloss making marks all over my body where she would kiss me. Every moment of slightest pain would be followed by minutes of being kissed somewhere else. Her toenails painted black to suckle on for me, after I came. She would share me with her female friends and they would do the same things with me too. It was fun but they lacked her love and passion. That is why we would decide to be in a relationship later on. Maybe I will write about it some other time.
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