WOW! Anne thought to herself as she strolled over to a lovely young blonde woman sitting alone at the bar of her local pub. She seated herself next to the blonde, leaned over and whispered in her ear. ‘What’s a cutie like you doing in a place like this?’ she asked the blonde.
The blonde turned around and looked into her eyes. They were wild with desire. She looked Anne up. ‘Looking for someone like you, handsome.’ Anne grinned. ‘I’m Anne, Anne Lister. Who are you, sweet lady?’
‘Ann Walker without an ‘e’. Anne smiled. What a find this is! ‘What brings you here this evening?’ Anne asked. ‘Oh, I don’t really know. I’m home alone most nights. I just wanted someone to talk to.’ Ann grinned. ‘You do? What do you want to talk about?’ Anne said. Ann looked at her and grin. ‘Oh anything. I love Sappho’s poetry. I’ve read the Well of Loneliness. I think that sex is underrated as an art form.’ Anne’s eyes shot up. ‘What do you mean underrated as an art form?’ Anne looked at Ann for an answer. Ann leaned in and whispered in her ear. ‘Some people never take their time to enjoy the journey and it’s all over before they begin.’ Goodness me, Anne thought, I have myself a sex kitten here.
‘Do you have preferences?’ Ann frowned. ‘Partner preferences?’
‘Yes….’ Ann said letting her words hang there. ‘And which do you prefer?’
‘Pussy, I love the sounds I can get from a woman. I am sure you would scream the house down. Wouldn’t you?’ Anne blushed. She had never met someone so forward as Ann Walker. ‘You’re blushing! Did I embarrass you?’ Anne shook her head. ‘I just didn’t expect someone who looks so innocent to be so forward.’ Ann laughed. ‘When I want something I go for it. Don’t you?’ Yeah, Anne thought, but you are full on, Miss Walker.then she smiled. ‘Do you like to play games?’
Ann was into any games of a sexual nature. ‘I have a friend I am sure you would like to meet. Wouldn’t you?’ Ann looked at Anne and smiled. ‘Where can I meet your friend?’ Anne pointed in the direction of the ladies loos. Ann stood up from where she was seated. ‘Give me a minute to tidy up. I feel like a mess.’ Then she left Anne walking in the direction of the ladies loos. Anne sat there and watched her leave.
Two minutes later Anne was following her. She had forgotten there was only one toilet in there. She wiggled the door handle and finding it was locked knocked. ‘It’s me, Ann. Let me in please.’ With pleasure, Ann thought.
When Ann unlocked the door and let Anne in she closed it quickly then grabbed Anne’s shirt collar and pulled her in. Their lips crashed for a searing kiss. Ann’s hand wandered down Anne’s shirt front. She undid her jeans button and zip one handed. She never thought she could do that. She was on edge. She thought if Anne didn’t fuck her soon she would explode. That wouldn’t be a pretty sight. Would it?
Anne’s jeans pooled around her ankles. Then she felt a chill. Her boxers had joined her jeans. Ann tightened the buckles on her strap on and her cock stood at attention. ‘You are more handsome now, Anne.’ Ann whispered in her ear. ‘Now, fuck me before I go mad with desire.’
‘Oh, Miss Walker, I hardly know you. Why do you want me to fuck you? I could hurt you.’ Ann smiled. ‘Let me worry about that, Miss Lister.’
Anne looked down Ann’s jeans and knickers were down around her ankles. She was a lovely sight. Then her t-shirt and bra joined them on the floor. ‘Oh, Miss Walker. How could I refuse.’ You can’t, can you? Ann thought as she felt Anne lift her off the floor. Ann wrapped her legs around Anne’s waist. Ann felt her cock touch her folds. She moaned loudly. ‘Shush. I think we should be as quiet as we can.’ Ann looked at Anne. ‘Are you fucking serious, woman?’ Anne nodded. ‘Okay!! I will do my best to keep quiet but I can’t promise I will. Just fuck me and we will take it from there.’ Anne grabbed her cock and inserted into Ann’s centre. Ann moaned.
Anne had her up against the wall. She was thrusting into her fast. Ann’s head was bobbing up and down. She was trying to stay quiet but it wasn’t happening. So, Anne crashed their lips together as she dove into Ann. ‘It isn’t often that I get a good woman to fuck in this pub. Where have you been all my life.’ Ann smiled. ‘You know the answer to that one, Pony!’ She sure did.
She continued to pummel her wife. She couldn’t believe that this was Ann’s idea. Their love life had gone a bit sour of late. Ann wanted to spice it up a bit. She certainly had. Anne was pulled from her thoughts as she felt Ann’s hand reach between them to strum her own clit. She strummed it as Anne continued to thrust into her. ‘Pony, I am about to come.’ Anne smiled. Come for me, Adney.’ With those words Ann’s orgasm shuddered through her body. Anne smiled as she held her wife close to her. ‘I think we should do this more often, you naughty little minx.’ Ann laughed when her body calmed. She wrapped her hands around Anne’s face and kissed her passionately. ‘What about your needs, darling?’ Anne smiled. Ann unwrapped her legs and set her feet onto the floor. Then she knelt in front of her wife. Anne smiled. She knew what Ann was about to do. Seconds later Ann had her mouth wrapped around Anne’s cock. She was driving the bumpher into her clit. Anne moaned loudly. Ann loved the sound of Anne’s voice when she was on edge. Ann sucked her wife’s cock as she watched Anne fall apart. ‘Anne strum your clit.’ Anne’s hand reached down. She strummed her own clit. Then she screamed out her wife’s name.
Ann gently released Anne’s cock from her mouth. She stood and wrapped her arms around her wife. ‘Was that too fast for you?’ Anne shook her head. ‘The timing was perfect.’ Then there was a knock on the door. Ann hurried. ‘Just a moment my wife wasn’t feeling well. We are cleaning up a mess.’ Anne said.
‘Okay.’
Ann rushed to dress. Anne opened the door. She had Ann leaning on her shoulder for good effect. Ann only went along with it because then she could be close to Anne without anyone thinking that Ann was nipping her wife’s neck. ‘Don’t worry there is no smell. I sprayed it with this.’ Anne said as she showed the two women standing there a can of deodorant waiting to use the loo.
As they walked back home later that night they smiled. I wonder if they will use the my wife wasn’t feeling well comment on the next woman who wants to use the loo.’ Ann smacked her belly. ‘Fancy telling them I wasn’t feeling well. Anne Lister, you’re going to regret saying that one day. Not today!’ Anne smiled. ‘Yeah, only how am I going to explain the bite marks on my neck tomorrow morning when Aunt Anne sees them.’ Ann laughed. ‘I guess you’ll have to wear a turtle neck jumper. Won’t you?’