At eight o’clock Rebecca collected Tracy from outside her house and drove towards the ‘Why’, a discrete old country house that was a bar, come club, come restaurant that Rebecca had known for many years. It never advertised but it was well known that it was a ladies-only establishment, this was reinforced by the fact that the staff were all female, from the valet who greeted the guests through to the Michelin starred chef who cooked up dishes to die for. To eat there you either had to be a member or be there on the personal recommendation of a member, which was always checked before entry was granted. Rebecca had become a member after dining there with a woman she had a brief fling with who it subsequently transpired was an old friend of the owner.
An exquisite dinner was followed by a lot of drinks, which then cumulated in a mind-blowing threesome with her date for the night and the owner. Afterwards, Rebecca got a lifetime membership to the ‘Why’ and also an invite from her date to visit an island called ‘Perro Mundo’ any time she fancied something a ‘little bit different’. Rebbecca never got to visit the island though often wondered what the ‘little bit different’ was but did become a regular at the ‘Why’. Once she started dating Joanne she would take her there on special occasions and although the offer of a threesome was hinted at she never followed it through as Joanne wasn’t keen. It also meant that Rebecca always received extra special treatment, though not to say that every guest wasn’t treated like a queen, however for a ‘special friend’ of the owner, the red carpet was rolled out.
As they got out of Rebecca’s dark luxurious SUV, Tracy gulped as she stared at the magnificent facade and felt she was totally out of her depth. That feeling deepened when they stepped inside and she saw the stunning dress that Rebecca revealed when the greeter took their coats. The dress was like a silver sheath that clung to Rebecca’s tall sleek body and seemed like it was almost sprayed on, Tracy couldn’t make out any visible signs of anything underneath and then glancing at her own clothes she felt dowdy and frumpy.
“What’s up?” said Rebecca seeing Tracy downturned face.
“I don’t think I fit in here,” Tracy said quietly wishing the ground would open up and swallow her.
Rebecca stopped and turned to Tracy, waving away the hovering waitress so she could speak quietly but firmly with Tracy she said, “I bought you here because I thought you might like it, but if you want to go because you feel uncomfortable then I am more than happy to have dinner wherever you want.” Not adding the thought that was running through her head that the only thing she really wanted to eat was Tarcy.
“Oh I am sorry if I sound ungrateful,” Tracy stammered, “Just I don’t want to embarrass you.”
“You couldn’t embarrass me if you tried.”
As the waitress led them to their table, Rebecca hang back half a step and studied Tracy’s figure which was a lot less frumpy than Tracy had intimated, Rebecca could see some of the seated couples giving admiring looks as Tracy passed them and Rebecca almost went to say something to boost Tracy’s confidence but realised that perhaps it was a little early for Tracy to fully realise what type of place this was.
Tracy sat and looked around the room which was laid out in such a way that sweeping chiffon curtains and large plants separated dinners to the point it almost seemed each couple was alone, yet at the same time you could catch a glimpse of a neighbouring bahis firmaları table through the leaves or a blurry outline through the drapes.
“How nice to see you Ms Carson it has been far too long,” said a stunning oriental woman who had appeared at the table next to the waitress and seeing how the waitress deferred to her, Tracy knew this must be someone important.
“And who is this ravishing beauty you have bought here tonight, how have you kept this jewel hidden for so long?”
Tracy felt herself blush to the roots as the woman stared deep into her eyes with a look that Tracy felt insinuated a more intimate desire.
Rebecca laughed as she said, “Suzi this is Tracy, a… good friend.” Then turned her gaze to Tracy as she said, “And this is Suzi Wong if that is her real name, the biggest flirt to come out of Kowloon in many years, but at the same time owns a most wonderful establishment.”
Suzi smiled at Rebecca and said Tracy in a conspiratorial stage whisper, “when you have become bored with this one, you come and see Suzi,” then laughed gaily as she clapped her hands very quietly for the waitress to take their order.
As she glided away she winked broadly at Rebecca, “maybe drinks for the three of us at some point?” before laughing like tinkling raindrops as she greeted another couple at a nearby table.
As they waited for their main course to arrive after the most amazing starter of something based around fish which to Tracy was not just exquisite food but also a work of art she looked around the room. Sipping the superb chilled Marlborough wine from New Zeland it started to dawn on her that all the other couples were women, in fact, she couldn’t recall seeing any men since they had arrived.
Rebecca had seen Tracy look around and watched her face silently as the realisation of where she was slowly dawned on her and her expression changed to shock tinged with almost embarrassment.
“Oh… this is a…” Tracy paused as she blushed a shade of brighter pink, “that must mean you are a…” her words fading away.
Rebecca smiled, “Yes this is a women-only establishment and yes I am a lesbian, is that OK?”
The shade of even deeper red that Tracy went made Rebecca squirm as she felt her pussy become instantly wet, so cute was her look, “Of course it’s OK, I didn’t mean to offend, I just didn’t know.” Tracy paused before she laughed softly, “You must think I am a right silly thing.”
Rebecca sat silently until Tracy stopped babbling and went quiet before she softly said, “looks like our main course is here,” and then winked, “even us lesbians have to eat something other than each other you know.”
As Tracy started eating the lamb that seemed to melt in her mouth she felt a strange feeling in her tummy and realised that for the first time in many months she was wet between her legs. As she listened to Rebecca telling her about how Suzi came to this country Tracy glanced over Rebecca’s shoulder and saw two women on the next table lean together for a long and passionate kiss. Her attention was distracted further as she could just make out that the woman with the short dark hair had her arm under the table and by the way, the other woman was reacting the hand of her partner was actively engaged in something.
Tracy tore her gaze away and looked back at Rebecca and found herself yearning for Rebecca to put her hand under the table and touch her in that way, then as if almost she was concerned that Rebecca could read her mind kaçak iddaa Tracy blushed again and made an excuse to use the bathroom.
When Tracy returned Rebecca looked at Tracy’s still flushed face and said in a concerned tone, “Are you OK?”
“Oh I couldn’t be better,” Tracy laughed, “Now tell me why is this place called the ‘Why’, seems like a silly name”
Rebecca breathed a silent sigh of relief as it seemed Tracy had become more than comfortable with the evening so she told an edited version of how Suzi had bought and set up the place with the help of a mystery benefactor. She didn’t mention that she had more than one night of wild sex with the benefactor, or even hinted about the threesome.
“So Suzi’s silent backer agreed she would write off the loan on the understanding that Suzi called the place the ‘Why,'” said Rebecca finally.
Tracy furrowed her brow in a way that made Rebecca want to lean over and kiss her cute face a thousand times, “But why the ‘Why’?”
Rebecca giggled and said in a low tone, “because all lesbians like to eat at the Y,” and the same time tracing an outline of a woman’s hips with a Y in the middle on the pristine white table cloth.
Tracy looked confused, then as realisation dawned she started to giggle then laugh and then as she stopped laughing she started again, reaching across the table and grasping Rebecca’s hand as she gasped, “that is so funny.”
Rebecca’s heart was soaring on two levels, firstly because it was the first time that Tracy had laughed or shown any form of outward emotion since their first session. The second reason was that laugh was Joanne’s laugh, the same laugh that was almost on the verge of snorting but not quite, the laugh of someone who finds a joke funny but is trying to contain it, a laugh that came from the soul.
Tracy could feel her head spinning not just from the wine, of which she had drunk most of the bottle, but also from the fact she was happy in another human being’s company for the first time since Stuart’s passing.
She tried not to show her disappointment when Rebecca said, “Right young lady, it’s time to get you home, some of us have to work in the morning.”
As they sat in the car Tracy found her head spinning with a multitude of questions. Should she invite Rebecca in for a coffee? Would Rebecca kiss her goodnight? Should she kiss Rebbecca? What if Rebecca didn’t fancy her? Did her breath smell? Had she made the bed before coming out?
Rebecca watched Tracy squirming in the passenger seat out of the corner of her eye, her emotions were easy to read by the way she twisted and turned. Everything inside of Rebecca was screaming at her to take this woman to bed, to seduce her, not that she needed much seducing, to make love to her until the early hours of the morning. Yet deep inside of Rebecca a small nagging voice said, “she is still patient, you will lose your licence, it would be wrong.”
As they pulled up at Tracy’s house Rebecca twisted and pecked Tracy on the cheek before she could react, “Well I have had a wonderful evening and I will give you a call to arrange our final session.”
Realising that the night was over Tracy got of the car and stood for a moment watching the rear lights vanish into the darkness before she went into her empty and lonely house. Tracy sat, still in her coat, her head spinning as she wondered if what she had seen and felt this evening was real or had she imagined it.
Playing scene after scene in her head she knew that she kaçak bahis had seen two women lean over a nearby table and kiss deeply and passionately, she also knew that they were doing more than holding hands under the table. Later when she had gone to the ladies she knew the sounds coming from the cubicle next to her was indeed the sound of a woman trying to conceal an orgasm. The sound of the heels on the tiled floor had told Tracy that there were more than a pair of feet in that cubicle so the orgasming woman would have had help. This was confirmed a few minutes later when Tracy was washing her hands and two slightly dishevelled women emerged from the cubicle, smoothing down their clothes and then trying to rearrange their tousled hair.
Tracy could feel herself get hotter and slipping the coat from her shoulders recalled how she had listened to the muffled sounds from the next cubicle. What Tracy wanted to do at the time was touch herself but was too embarrassed, now in the privacy of her own home and having consumed a considerable amount of wine, her inhibitions had gone. It seemed like her clothes were burning her skin as she tugged and pulled at them unto she was naked and then grabbed her phone, before opening an internet browser and typing, ‘lesbian love’ into the search bar.
The screen was large enough for Tracy to make out the two women undressing each other in the video and as they kissed Tracy could picture the women in the next cubicle doing the same. The women’s hands on the screen wandered over each other’s bodies as Tracy started to touch herself, tweaking her nipples before running her fingers across her wet pussy lips.
Tracy didn’t even pause to think that this was the first time she had touched herself for over two years since Stuart had been taken away in the ambulance, at that moment in time Stuart wasn’t in her mind. What was in her mind was the thought that instead of two unknown porn actresses on the screen, it was her and Rebecca touching and caressing each other. At the moment that thought entered her head Tracy started fingering herself and moaned Rebecca’s name as she used her other hand to rub her clit. Tracy’s head was spinning as the screen played the hot sex scene that seemed to mix with the noises she remembered from the adjoining cubicle earlier in the evening. In turn, they mixed with her imagining Rebecca doing what she was doing to herself, it was Rebecca’s fingers inside her, it was Rebecca’s fingers touching her clit. As she felt her orgasm build Tracy remembered quite clearly the sound of the woman in the ladies cumming on her partner’s fingers, that sweet squelching sound of her wet pussy being fingered to orgasm. Tracy fucked herself in a frenzy forcing two fingers in as deep as she could, her juices pouring from her body like a dam had burst. Arching her hips up off the couch she had fallen onto earlier she screamed as she came long and hard, “Rebeccaaaaaaaaa.”
It took Tracy a few minutes to come back to earth as she caught her breath and started to feel almost self-conscious of her nakedness in her living room. Breathing a sigh of relief she had closed the curtains before she had gone out and then looking up at the fireplace she saw the picture of her own smiling face next to Stuart staring at her.
Tracy blushed at the thought that Stuart had just witnessed her bringing herself to an orgasm. “Wouldn’t be the first time I have performed for you,” Tracy giggled as she had a flashback to some of the wild sex her and Stuart had on this very couch a few months before he died.
Turning the light off Tracy went up the stairs to bed, smiling to herself for the first time in years as she started to make plans on how to turn her fantasy into reality.