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The text arrived a couple of days later. Jacqui introduced herself and gave a brief description of herself and her interests, and I replied in kind. We swapped emails and pictures and arranged to meet a week or so later at a bar near the town centre. I put a lot of thought into my dress and general presentation for our meeting, it was going to be a real first for me. I finally settled for a cream coloured dress, buttoned down the front and hemmed about half-way down my thighs. My make up would be discreet, and there would be just enough cleavage on show, to attract attention.I climbed out of the taxi having touched up my make up, made sure my dress was not crumpled and walked to the door of the pub. I tried to look sophisticated and confident but inside my belly was churning – I was about to meet, and probably make love with, the only lesbian I had ever known.As the door swung shut behind me I spotted her, sitting alone at the bar. She stood up as I approached, and kissed my cheek.“What’s your poison?”Calm, sophisticated. I wished I was.“I’m on Daiquiri. Try it.”The bartender loaded the mixer, shook it and poured my drink.“It’s delicious.”“So are you. John warned me, but you are even lovelier than I’d expected.” She was wearing a loose leather jacket, a close fitting top showing her boobs and cleavage to perfection, and tight shorts which did wonders for the delicious curves of her arse. Both were tailored in white leather, cut to show off her perfectly tanned midriff, and she wore knee length boots Jack Sparrow would have been proud of.She was fairly tall, maybe five foot eight, her hair close cut on one side and gathered up on the other, jet black with a flame red streak, and she had a beautiful rather than pretty face. A couple of tattoos were on show as were a couple of body piercings, and as I was to discover later she had more in some in quite interesting places. I have to say I was impressed.We chatted for an hour or so, small talk at first then touched on sexual issues.She told me a bit about her life, how she had given her virginity to her personal trainer on her eighteenth birthday. He had a flat in the same complex as the gym she used and invited her back to celebrate after her morning workout. She already fancied him to bits so she accepted immediately. She expected cold orange juice, not the chilled white wine he treated her to and especially not the rampant sex they enjoyed together all day and almost every day until term ended a month or so later. He obviously taught her a lot, not least that sex is there to be enjoyed not to get hung up about.Leaving college, she joined a holiday company as a hostess at a small French seaside resort. After a few weeks, she had the routine of the job sorted, which almanbahis şikayet gave her plenty of time to herself. She found a small secluded beach where she could get an all-over suntan and of course, she had her own chalet. She could happily use either or both to satisfy her rapidly developing sexual curiosity.A first she concentrated on boys, checking through the guest list looking for likely talent. Having eliminating guys obviously with partners and the groups who were there to get pissed, there would normally be at least one or two to choose from, and it was then a simple matter to get them to bed.However, she soon began to realise that this was far from satisfying. With a few very notable exceptions, sex consisted of a bit of inexpert groping. A tumble into bed, almost always with him on top, a few grunts as he came, maybe a fart or two and he would be happily snoring while she was left to finish herself off as best she could.About halfway through the season, a rather attractive lady arrived on a solo holiday. Jacqui helped her settle in and they got chatting. To cut a long story short, a couple of days later Jacqui showed her to the private beach, and they spent the rest of the afternoon fucking. She had been introduced to girl-girl sex, and thoroughly enjoyed it. They now spent most of their time together, either naked on the beach or in the chalet where they both now chose to sleep.Jacqui was shown so much she had never imagined. Different ways to pleasure another woman, the sensitive spots on her own body, that a woman can have multiple, or even a continuous, orgasm, various sex toys and how to use them. By the time Kate left for home, she was quite an expert. It was time to change her tactics.Now she was scouring the list for likely girls. She was surprised to find that it was quite easy to get a girl to her beach, especially if she offered a picnic and a bottle of wine, with the promise of sunbathing without the attention of leering men. From then it was just a matter of time before they were both getting an all-over suntan, skinny dipping and generally having girly fun. It was inevitable that they would end up fucking, if not on the first day then very soon after.Even nubile young daughters with their families were fair game. She would check from her passport details that the girl was pretty (of course) and of legal age, then befriend the family. Fathers were easy. A little flattery from an attractive girl and their minds turned to putty. Mothers were more cautious, but a promise to take personal care of their little darling while Mum and Dad enjoyed their own holiday usually did the trick. And, of course, she did take personal care of their little darling, fucking her senseless while they almanbahis canlı casino sunned themselves by the pool.Once or twice she even took the father. A good looking guy, late thirties maybe early forties, loads of experience? Mmmm. Tasty. Gave him something to remember from his holiday.Coming back to the UK at the end of the season, she was promoted to research manager, tasked to check details of potential new holiday locations. This was where she came across John’s little project and joined the Troupe both taking part in the filming but also finding new locations. And in particular developing new talent, in this case, me.“I doubt if you know too much about the gay scene?”“Nothing at all.”“No problem. We’ll have another drink here then I’ll take you to my favourite club. Don’t be nervous, you’ll enjoy it.” She gave my hand a reassuring kiss. I felt I could trust her, and relaxed. Just a bit.The taxi dropped us off outside an unpretentious building with smoked glass doors. The doorman greeted Jacqui by name and ushered us in. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light I could see a large room with a central stage surrounded by booths but no bar.We were greeted by a very pretty girl in uniform who showed us to our table and took our order. I sat down and Jacqui joined me on the small, intimate even, sofa. I looked around to find that the audience was made up of couples and small groups, mainly girls with just a few boys. Girls with girls, boys with boys. Arm in arm, shoulder to shoulder.Our drinks and small eats were delivered at our table, the house lights were dimmed and the stage floodlit. Two girls danced on, scantily clad and very pretty, and started their routine. The jokes were mainly at the expense of straight men, and they had the whole place howling with laughter. When they thought they had finished they were called back for two encores.As the spotlights dimmed the stage became a dance floor, mainly girls dancing together but occasionally boys. The dancing became quite intimate, people grinding into each other. Jacqui stood up and drew me to my feet. I was about to have my first meaningful dance with another woman, and in public. I was very nervous, but at the same time aroused.I was a little bit distant at first as she let me get used to the situation, then she drew me to her and we kissed. As she drew me to her I felt her hands explore my back and shoulders, and I responded by caressing her back and arse. The soft leather of her top and pants responded warmly to my touch and must have felt even more erotic for Jacqui. She pressed her pelvis into me and I pressed against her.After a few dances, she suggested we return to our drinks, and of course, I agreed. She sat down, her leg extended. almanbahis casino Instead of inviting me to sit alongside her she manoeuvred me so that I was straddling her and lifted her thigh until it was pressing against my fanny. Without a thought, I began to rub myself along her lovely leg.“You’re enjoying yourself. Look at the state of my leg.”Sure enough, even in the dim light, I could see my juices glistening on her thigh. I continued taking my pleasure with her as she ran her finger along her leg then lifted it to her lips.“Mmm. Delicious.”“I can’t wait to taste you properly, lick you, kiss your lovely pussy. To give you such a screaming orgasm you won’t know what has hit you,” She whispered in my ear.I had noticed couples disappearing, normally arm in arm, toward the back of the building. I had assumed they were heading for the toilets, but Jacqui enlightened me.“The club has a couple of rooms upstairs which they rent on an hourly basis. We could have used one but I have somewhere a little more, how shall I say, classy, for you and me. And we have all weekend. Are you ready to go?” At that precise moment, I was so bloody horny I could have happily fucked just about anything, and Jacqui promised to be by far the most attractive option.Walking in the warm evening air, we would have looked like two girls walking home after a pleasant night out. A more discerning observer might have noticed that Jacqui had lifted up my skirt and was caressing my arse. We paused and kissed. Delicious.The hotel was only a hundred yards or so from the club, and to describe it as discreet would be an understatement. A small lit sign announcing it as “Exquisite” and a pair of automatic doors just about summed it up, at least from the outside.The foyer, however, oozed opulence. Deep leather sofas and chairs, subtle decor and lighting, images of men and women in various stages of undress and mutual enjoyment adorning the walls. You get the picture. The receptionist greeted Jacqui with a wave and a blown kiss as we headed for the lift.“I’ve been with her a few times. She’s gorgeous and has a body to die for, plus she’s randy as hell. Great in bed, but she’s not got the smartest brain in the universe so it can be difficult to find anything to talk about after we’ve fucked.”By now we were in the lift, and kissing. Not the aggressive kiss between a man and a girl, but offering just as much promise. Soft, sensuous but with a depth of passion I had never experienced before. Our lips touched, our tongues explored but they didn’t try to fight. They loved.Once in our room, Jacqui held my shoulders and just looked me up and down.“You are absolutely gorgeous. Can I undress you? Please?”And she did. My shirt, carefully unbuttoning it and folding it onto a chair. Then my bra.“Those are absolutely wonderful. Perfect. Can I kiss them? Please?”And so she did. My left, then my right. Kissing, suckling, teasing. My nipples rapidly standing to attention, waves of pleasure welling through my entire body.

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