Rain, jazz, and a woman’s touch

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The rain fell with abandon onto the streets and windows of the club. Splattering and making it’s mark where it wanted. The wind sometimes tossing it up against the glass, like a woman throwing up her hands and hitting the wall behind her as her lover forces her up against it. Giving in, submitting to it, and trailing downwards in wetness.The impending darkness of the dusk was creeping in, curling around everything like slinky tendrils of fog, and encompassing everything in it’s path. It did so slowly, inconspicuously, purposefully, like a sly wolf stalking it’s prey.The coolness of the new autumn air and the suppression of the last season’s brightness and excitement was evident with the death of warmth and light. The new season had crept in when no one was looking; cool, dark, and with a gripping urgency. Of what exactly, no one could specifically identify. Although some felt the urgency to submerse themselves into it, whatever it was. It was an unknown force, a draw and a pull into a raw, dark feeling. You couldn’t emotionalize it because of it’s anonymity. No, it was something that had to be experienced and expressed in another form. Something that you felt was clawing at your tender, pale skin with an unbearable itch that just had to be scratched.Alexis absently brushed her chestnut wet hair off her face as she strolled down the brick city sidewalk. She randomly looked around, for what she didn’t know. She didn’t know why she wasn’t at home in this depressing weather. She should be curled up with a book by a warm crackling fire with a nice cup of cocoa. Why the fuck was she out in this cold rain, aimlessly walking the city streets? What was she looking for? What was she needing and wanting?She shivered as a wind gust blew upon her, bringing goosebumps to the surface of her sweater-covered neck. She rubbed her hand over it to warm it. Without thinking, she raked her nails along her neck for no apparent reason then shivered again, but not from the cold. Her skin was tingling. Beneath her overcoat, her sweater, and her lace bra, her nipples hardened, scraping against the material. She cursed the weather and this new season that always brought on loneliness for her. Every year it happened, this longing. What the fuck.She came upon a jazz bar with the slow notes of a saxophone and dimly lit room visible from the window. It drew her in. She swung open the heavy mahogany door and stepped inside. It was an instant sanctuary for her dark mood. There was low lighting so you could only see a person clearly if you were a few feet from them. There was a sparse crowd with low energy, private tables, and all dark wood. A dark bar lined one side where the only light was behind the bottles of liquor. Laid back musicians were on stage with saxophones, cellos, pianos, and flutes. Music that strokes the clitoris Kartal Escort of the ears and mind.She strolled to an empty small table in the back corner. Peeling off her wet coat, she dropped it on the back of her chair and sat down. She adjusted her damp sweater and felt her nipples scrape against the wool through the scratchy lace. Her clit twitched. She mentally told it to fuck off, she wasn’t in the mood.A young waiter took her drink order and within a couple of minutes she was sipping on a glass of Pinot Noir. It felt like liquid velvet on her tongue and gliding down her throat. It settled in a warm, cozy ball in her belly, with that warmth slowly seeping through her cool veins. She sat listening to the slow, mellow tunes of the jazz musicians as the wine ran it’s silky fingers all over her chilled body. She briefly thought back to the last time a pair of real fingers ran themselves over her body, which was far too long ago, by a man that never truly satisfied her. She sighed and pressed her legs together, focusing on the intricate designs of the wall art. “Mind some company?” Alexis jolted out of her reverie at the soft voice. She hadn’t noticed anyone approach her. She looked up to her side and saw a woman with long dark red hair and pale peach lips look down at her with a slight smile and expressive green eyes. She didn’t recognize the woman and didn’t know why she was asking for company. She looked around at the other empty tables in the bar and the dozen or so other patrons who weren’t paying them any attention.”Um, I guess not. Sure,” she replied.The redhead slid into the other seat, but then scooted it closer to her. Alexis shifted in her seat. “I like to be facing the stage so I can see the musicians play. I find it very relaxing,” she explained. “By the way, I’m Chantal.” She extended her hand to Alexis.Alexis accepted her hand in hers and shook it. Chantal’s soft, smooth skin rubbed against hers and she held on a second more than what was normal. “I’m Alexis.” She casually slipped her hand free, initially feeling uncomfortable at the long exchange.”Nice to meet you Alexis. I hope you don’t mind me sitting here with you. I’ve just had a very long hard week, mainly because of the opposite sex, and my other girlfriends are all busy tonight. It’s nice to at least sit with another woman who can understand that. I won’t burden you with any of it, but I just needed to get out to somewhere like this. A dark, bluesy place with a glass of Vino but also not be totally alone. Anyway, enough about me. Tell me a little about yourself.”Alexis bit her lip, not knowing what to say. “Not much to tell, I was kinda looking for the same thing. Wouldn’t be able to tell you why, sorry. I’m not in a big talking mood tonight though.” She stroked the stem of her Kartal Escort Bayan wine glass and kept her gaze on the blood red liquid waiting for her.”That’s alright, honey, you don’t have to sit here and entertain me,” Chantal said. “If it’s okay with you, I’m fine with just sitting here with you, some wine, and jazz.” She took a slow mouthful of her vino and Alexis looked to the side, watching her pale neck shift as the wine gently glided down her throat. Her gaze followed her neck down to her chest, which was partially exposed by a low cut pastel yellow blouse. The rise of her creamy breasts were visible. Alexis unconsciously licked her bottom lip, then took a swig of her own Pinot Noir. Fucking wine had her looking at another woman. ‘That’s what a clueless man does to a woman I guess’, she thought. She kept her gaze between her wine glass and the band on stage.For the next ten minutes they sat in a slightly uncomfortable silence. Though probably less uncomfortable to Chantal, who was quietly humming to the music being played and occasionally swishing her wine around in her glass. Alexis tried to ignore the pulling in her belly. The pulling for what, she didn’t know.The waiter came by to ask if they’d like another glass of wine and Chantal immediately said yes. She reached across to the waiter to give him her glass and accidentally brushed Alexis’ chest in the process. Alexis swallowed hard and silently cursed as her tender nipples stiffened even more at her oblivious touch. She had a two second image flash in her head of Chantal’s tongue on her nipple. She swigged the last of her wine and gulped hard. ‘Damn new season has my system all screwed up,’ she thought.The waiter came by with Chantal’s new glass and she thanked him. Alexis almost wanted to berate her. Didn’t she know what she did? Didn’t she know she touched her nipples and teased her, causing her insides to be in even more turmoil than they already were? She sent a brief sidelong glare at her as Chantal’s lips touched the rim of her wine glass. Why did Alexis wish that rim was her lips? ‘Fuck this fucked up night,’ she silently cursed.Chantal caught Alexis sneaking a look at her and smiled. “Did you want to try some of this wine? It looks like you’re thirsty for it.” Alexis almost snorted and thought it’s not the wine she was thirsty for, but something else. Something she’d never experienced before and something she was terrified of.Before she could answer, Chantal held her glass up to Alexis’ lips. She could smell the bouquet of her wine; fruity, heady, and intoxicating. Chantal slightly tipped her glass. Without thinking, Alexis opened her mouth and let the fragrant, dark liquid flow into her mouth. She closed her lips on the glass rim, pressing, marking her gloss onto it. She swallowed Escort Kartal slowly as Chantal held her gaze and briefly licked her bottom lip. Alexis’ gaze strayed to her lip as a small trickle of wine dripped down her chin. Chantal reached over and caught it with her finger, bringing it back up to Alexis’ lips. On a reflex, she opened her lips and Chantal slipped her fingertip into Alexis’ mouth, touching her soft wet tongue. The smooth sounds of a saxophone and flute washed over them as they stared at each other, while Alexis licked a wine droplet off of Chantal’s fingertip. Alexis had a few drops of wine left on her tongue and let it slowly trickle onto her lips. Before she realized what she did, Chantal was slowly leaning over, pink lips parted. Alexis didn’t know what made her stay there. What prevented her from bolting up and running? Was it the seductive music, the wine, the dark atmosphere, or the cool, dark weather? Those were all excuses, it was her. It was her and her longing to feel another woman’s soft wet lips on her own. A longing that had been there for so long but that she had denied, ignored, and prevented. Everything else just added to the mood. They weren’t the reasons she didn’t run. She finally admitted it to herself once and for all. She wanted another woman, no ifs, ands, or buts. She wanted to feel another woman’s skin; her soft silky skin against her fingers, her tongue, and her body. She wanted to feel another woman’s soft wet lips brushing and pressing onto hers; a woman’s tender tongue on hers, and on her body. She wanted to feel it all over and everywhere.She was brought back to reality when she actually felt Chantal’s soft wine-tinged lips on hers. Cleaning off the wine drops? Maybe she was at first. The wine was gone in a couple of seconds though. Now it was just their lips brushing against each others, gauging curiously. Soft, wet plump lips slowly moving against each other and pressing tighter. Then the tip of Chantal’s tongue was on her lips, shyly asking for entry. It felt so good on her lips, what would it feel like inside? Alexis slowly parted her wine tinged lips and offered Chantal’s tongue a sanctuary inside. She slipped it inside past her lips and into her mouth to meet her waiting tongue. First briefly, then a solid touching of the tongues, meshing together. Both sets of pink wet lips open with tongues connected, low, brief moans, and slow massaging tongues became their world. Alexis felt soft fingertips at her stockinged thigh. Chantal traced the lace edge of her stocking mid-thigh and slipped her fingertips underneath, caressing. Alexis reached over, while still french kissing Chantal, and did the same. No stockings, but all bare flesh; totally bare flesh. Her fingers were higher than she thought and she detected the absence of panties. Their tongues were tangled and feeling so good, but Alexis had a moment of panic. No, she wasn’t ready for this. Kissing another woman was deep enough. She had never done that before, even though she wanted to. But nakedly touching another women down there? She and suddenly felt like a virgin on prom night.

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