A Chance Encounter

It was a beautiful day, sunny and 72 degrees as always. Our business was brisk, and we made a lot of sales. The morning's highlight occurred when a regular customer, Judy, and her two beautiful daughters showed up. When we looked up and saw them walking up to our booth, Becky and I shared a smile before greeting them.

Judy was a beautiful woman. She was 5' 9" tall with shoulder-length brown hair and brown eyes. Judy was fit and had a nice athletic body. She was wearing Daisy Dukes and a spaghetti-strap tank top. From previous conversations, I knew she was 30 years old and married to a nice guy named Jon. Her daughters, Amy and Emily, wore sundresses and sandals and were eight and six years old. Amy had blonde hair and brown eyes, while Emily had brown hair and blue eyes.

"Good morning, Judy," I said, smiling as Judy smiled back at me.

Good morning, Cindy," Judy said.

While Judy and I exchanged greetings, Becky greeted Judy's two daughters. "Good morning, Amy. Good morning, Emily."

Judy and I turned as one while Amy said, "Good morning, Miss Becky."

Emily then replied, a little shyly, "Good morning, Miss Becky."

I then said, "Good morning, Amy and Emily."

Judy and Becky exchanged greetings while Amy said, "Good morning, Miss Cindy."

Again, Emily followed, shyly saying, "Good morning, Miss Cindy."

Becky and I just loved Amy and Emily. They were so polite when interacting with us. They were always careful handling the jewelry, so we never had to worry about them breaking anything. Becky had even started making smaller bracelets for girls like Amy and Emily so they could wear her jewelry.

Amy and Emily then started looking through the displayed jewelry while Judy, Becky, and I chatted. We talked about our Thanksgiving experiences and the recently concluded summit between President Reagan and Mikhail Gorbachev. Judy told us about signing up Amy for swimming lessons at the Y and that she was doing very well, a 'natural,' as her coach told it.

As our conversations wound down, Judy started looking at the jewelry. Becky and I stepped back, side-hugging each other as we waited on Judy and her girls. I saw her eyes light up when she saw Becky's latest creation, the spun gold wire bangle bracelet. She picked it up to look at it and turned to Becky and said, "This is really beautiful, Becky. It will make someone a great Christmas gift."

Becky beamed from Judy's praise and tightened her side hug in happiness. Judy put it down and moved on, looking at the collection of beaded bracelets we had in stock. Amy had found a lovely bracelet, and Emily had found a nice necklace that they wanted to get. Judy winked at us and pretended not to notice what they were doing: buying Christmas presents for their mother.

Amy handed her bracelet to me and said, "I'll get this one, Miss Cindy."

At the same time, Emily handed her necklace to Becky. "I'll take this one, Miss Becky."

I wrapped up the bracelet and handed it to Amy, saying, "That'll be five dollars, Amy."

Amy opened her purse, pulled out a five-dollar bill, and handed it to me. "Here you go, Miss Cindy."

"Thank you, Amy," I said, making a show out of putting the money into the cash box.

Becky took care of Emily, wrapping up the necklace and taking Emily's money.

Amy and Emily were both beaming, having bought Christmas presents for their mom without her realizing it.

Once all the transactions were completed, Judy said, "Oh, I see you each bought yourself some jewelry. Are you ready to go?"

"Yes, Mom." "Yes, Mom," they both said nearly simultaneously.

Judy smiled and winked at us again, saying, "Thanks, Cindy and Becky. I'll see you soon."

"Bye, Miss Cindy. Bye, Miss Becky," Amy said before turning and following Judy.

"Bye, Miss Becky. Bye, Miss Cindy," Emily said before doing the same.

Becky and I stood there arm-in-arm, watching them walk away. Hate me if you will, but I couldn't help but watch Judy's ass moving in those daisy dukes as she walked away. My pussy heated up, and I pulled Becky into me tighter as I responded to that stimulus. Becky returned my squeeze before breaking to care for another customer who had just walked up. Tearing my eyes away from that tasty sight, I joined Becky.

By the time we decided to pack up and call it a day, we had put a big dent in our inventory. I noticed the new bracelet hadn't been sold even though many customers had admired it. "Good," I thought, "it might still be there by Christmas."

Once we had everything in the van and pulled out of the parking lot, Becky turned to me and said, "Let's stop and eat at Marie Callender's tonight."

I smiled and said, "Sounds good to me." When I got to Sepulveda, I turned right to head down to Redondo Beach. As I passed the intersection at Artesia, I looked over and saw the Coast Federal Savings and Loan I worked at. I was still getting used to the name change since the merger three years ago, and I would catch myself using Culver instead of Coast from time to time.

Finally, we reached the restaurant. Once we found a parking spot, we went in and got a seat. This became one of our favorite restaurants since it first opened six years ago. Watching Becky pour over the menu brought back memories of our first date twenty years ago...

***

October 1965

"Yes, Dad," I said, knowing he would go off on Great Britain politics again. "I'm sure Horace King becoming Speaker of the House of Commons was a big mistake. What does that have to do with the Pope coming to the USA for the first time?"

"It doesn't," Dad said. "I just don't understand why they foisted a Labour Party Speaker on the House of Commons. I'm beginning to wonder if the Tories could put their hats on without reading the instructions first. It's a shame that Sir Harry Hylton-Foster had to die."

"Well, I just wanted to say that my Alma Mater had participated in one of the masses that the Pope held while he was here," I said, trying to ignore my Dad's off-topic rant. "They sent me a nice newsletter telling all about it. A couple of my professors were there and actually got blessed by the Pope."

"That's great, sweetie," my Dad said. Returning to the original subject of my phone call, he asked, "Are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?"

"Um," I started. "I need to cancel on you again, Dad. I have a date tomorrow night." I held my breath, hoping he wouldn't ask me something I'd have to lie to him about. I'd never told him I was a lesbian, although he probably suspected it since he'd never asked me when I was going to settle down and marry a nice guy.

"Oh, I see," Dad said. "Well, I don't want to be a drag on your social life, angel. Have a fun time."

"How about I come over tonight?" I asked, thankful he wouldn't be prying into who I was dating.

"No, that's okay," Dad replied. "Tonight's the weekly social at the VFW, and I will be busy helping with that. How about we do Sunday night?"

"Sunday night it is," I said. "Well, I'd better let you go. Goodbye, Dad. Love you."

"Goodbye, Angel. I love you too," Dad returned before hanging up the phone.

I hung up and heaved a sigh of relief. I finished breakfast and got ready for work. On my way to work, I thought about Becky. After the Wednesday staff meeting following our first meeting, I called her to tell her that the information I had passed on to the rest of the group was well-received. She had been so happy to hear that my group wanted to schedule a meeting with her.

We had set up the second meeting two weeks later at our facility in Culver City. That required a long commute on my part, but it was worth it to meet Becky again. Although she engaged everyone else that day, I got to flirt some more with her. By day's end, I had worked up the courage to ask her if we could get together this coming Friday night. Becky agreed, and we planned to meet at 8 PM at a place in Strawberry Park called the 'Blue Moon' just off of Rosecrans Ave.

I dug into my work throughout the day, trying to keep my mind off Becky. By closing time, I had done so much work I wasn't sure I'd have anything to do tomorrow. I went home to my apartment in Hawthorne after stopping at 'Jack in the Box' for some takeout food. By the time I got ready for bed, I was so worked up that I had to jill myself off several times before I fell into an exhausted sleep.

Friday was torture at work. Even with Susan walking by my desk several times, wearing an adorable outfit that stressed her femininity, I couldn't stop thinking about Becky. Frankly, I hadn't accomplished very much by the time I left to head home.

Once I got home, I spent an hour on my toilet, ensuring I was shaved and trimmed. I put my hair up and got dolled up before leaving to drive over to Strawberry Park. As I cruised down Hawthorne Blvd. to get to Rosecrans Blvd., I heard the latest Beatles # 1 song 'Yesterday' being played on the radio. I had wanted to see the Beatles when they toured here in August, but I couldn't get a ticket because the shows had all been sold out. "Well, as good as they are," I thought, "they'll be around for a long time, so I'll just catch them the next time they come here."

Finally, I pulled into the parking lot of the 'Blue Moon.' It was a discreet building without any of the expected garish décor. The only hint of signage was a round sign that was colored blue with the word 'MOON' inside it in white above the door. I noticed several women heading for the door, but I couldn't tell if Becky was one of them. I parked, got out of my car, and headed up to the entrance.

I smiled at the serious-looking woman who was guarding the door. She nodded to me in appreciation as her eyes ran up and down my body before she pulled the door open for me. I walked in and was quickly swept up in the atmosphere. The music wasn't too loud, but you could hear it if you wanted to. It was well-lit in the middle where the dance floor was and over the bar, but it was darker around the edges where the tables were located so you could have some privacy. There was a separate area in the back with several pool tables. I noted that many of the women there were on the butch end of the spectrum, wearing leather with short-cropped hair and tattoos.

I looked around as I made my way to the bar. Becky and I had planned to meet at the bar to find each other. There seemed to be quite a few couples here tonight. I noticed one couple that stood out because of the contrast between them. One was tall and blonde and very butch, and her partner was short and brunette and very femme. They looked so happy together, the tall blonde with her arm possessively around the brunette's shoulders. My heart clenched as I wished I could have a relationship like that someday.

I got to the bar and immediately spotted Becky sitting there. My jaw nearly dropped to the floor as I ran my eyes over her body. Her luxurious black hair was up in a do that exposed her long, beautiful neck. She was wearing a pleated red mini-skirt that barely covered her ass. She sported black thigh highs that revealed a lot of flesh between the tops of the stockings and the bottom of her skirt, and you could see the garters going up under her skirt. She wore red 3" heels and a nice red cashmere sweater that hugged her body like a second skin, leaving no doubt that she was female. The v-neck exposed the top of her breasts, and I gasped when I realized that I didn't see any lines from a bra under her sweater.

Becky was gamely trying to ignore the woman sitting next to her, attempting to hit on her. I couldn't blame the woman for trying, but wanted to mark my territory. I walked up to Becky, leaned in, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek as I said, "Hi, Becky. I'm glad you could come tonight."

Becky turned and smiled brightly as her eyes ran over my body. My gut churned when I saw the desire that flared up in her eyes. I was wearing a sleeveless green sweater dress that came down to mid-thigh, with a diamond cutout that showed off the tops of my breasts. I wore matching 3" heels and nude thigh-highs. Becky gave me a quick peck on my cheek before saying, "Thank you for coming, Cindy."

The woman sitting next to Becky turned away, probably to look for other prey. I sat beside Becky and asked, "What would you like to drink?"

"I'll have a beer," Becky said.

I motioned to the bartender, and when she came over, I ordered two Coors since they had it on draft. The bartender smiled and went off to get our beers. I turned to Becky and said, "You look lovely tonight," as I let my eyes wander over her body again, my heart clenching at how beautiful she looked.

"I could say the same about you," Becky replied as she reached over and took my left hand in her right hand. A pulse shot to my nipples and clit as she gave my hand a little squeeze. Her eyes grew wide and dilated, and I couldn't help but lean in and kiss her beautiful lips. When our lips met, an explosion went off in my stomach, and I couldn't help but moan as Becky pressed back. My right hand went up behind Becky's head when she moaned in return, and our mouths opened simultaneously, our tongues caressing each other.

Becky's left hand went up behind my head, and our kiss continued for an eternity until we separated, needing to gasp in some air. Our beers had arrived while we were into our kiss, so we turned to pick up our glasses and take a swig. My nipples were aching and stiff, tenting my dress. I nearly gasped out loud when I saw her long nipples tenting her sweater. If her nipples were any pointier, they would have torn through her top. My mouth watered as I pictured myself sucking, licking, and biting those nipples.

Our eyes locked again, and I could barely tell that Becky's eyes were brown because they were so dilated. Becky's face filled my entire field of view, so my eyes must have also been dilated. I had to swallow several times before saying, "Would you like to dance?"

Becky had to try several times before saying, "Yes, I'd like that."

We finished our beers and got up. I took Becky's hand in mine, and we wended our way through the crowd out to the dance floor. Once there, I put my arms around Becky's waist, and she put her arms around my neck. We danced like that through several songs, whether they were slow dance songs or not. I loved the feel of her body against mine, and my hands slid down and cupped her ass, pulling her hips tight against mine. I tilted my head down as Becky tilted her head up, and our lips met. I was lost in the feeling of her silky-soft lips against mine. I ran my tongue along her lower lip, asking for entrance. Becky moaned as her lips separated, and my tongue entered to plunder her mouth.

By the time our kiss ended, and we broke to get air in our lungs, we had given up any pretense of dancing. We were just standing there, totally into our kiss. I gasped, "Wow," when we broke.

"Wow," Becky gasped, agreeing with me.

We pressed our foreheads together until our breathing got under control. I locked eyes with Becky and asked, "My place or yours?"

Without hesitation, Becky said, "Your place. Now!"

We wasted no time leaving, practically running through the parking lot to my car. I handed her in before getting behind the wheel. Becky looked around and said, "I love your car," as I started it up. I was thrilled since I loved my car, too. It was a pink 1957 Ford Thunderbird convertible with a ragtop and Ford-O-Matic transmission. My Dad had got it for me as a graduation present. It was a sweet car, and I loved how it handled the road. I especially liked that I could drive it wearing heels.

I took off to head home. Once I was out on the street, Becky grabbed my right hand and placed it on her thigh above the tops of her thigh-highs. She then slipped my hand up under her skirt so that I could feel the heat of her pussy against my fingers. Her panties were damp, and I nearly moaned from the sensation of her engorged lips against my skin. My fingers danced along her lips, pushing the fabric between them, feeling it getting even wetter from her juices.

I barely managed to get us parked before we scrambled out of the car and up to my apartment door. I fumbled, getting the key in the lock from my excitement to get Becky inside and naked. Finally, I got the door opened. We piled in, and I turned to close and lock the door. Once I did, I turned to find that Becky had already peeled her sweater off, revealing her perky breasts. I gasped as her dark pink nipples stood out and up. My hands flew to the hem of my dress, and I worked it up over my hips and then up and over my head as I tore it off. Becky was unfastening her mini-skirt, and as it slipped down and puddled at her feet, I saw her frilly black panties and garter belt.

I nearly growled as I dropped to my knees and started peeling her panties down off of her pussy. Once I had her panties clear, I grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy into my face. Becky widened her stance, giving me better access to her pussy. I nearly came just from seeing that Becky's pussy was completely bald. I moaned as I stuck out my tongue and licked her from perineum to clit in one slow stroke, making sure to catch her juices that had seeped out between her engorged lips. My heart clenched in reaction to their deliciousness. "Oh, God, Becky, you taste so good," I moaned before attacking her pussy with my tongue, delving between her lips, searching for her entrance. As my tongue circled her hole, Becky grabbed my head and moaned, "Oh, God, Cindy," as she shoved my face into her pussy.

Becky started rolling her hips, thrusting her pussy at me while my tongue plundered her hole. My nose kept hitting her clit, making her jerk her hips even more. If I hadn't had a good hold of her hips, she would have broken my nose. We locked eyes, and I saw that she had a cute little furrow in her brow between her eyes. After plundering her hole to the point that I saw that Becky was ready to come, I pulled out of her pussy and latched my lips onto her clit. I started flicking it with my tongue, trying to get her nub to come out of its sheath. Once I felt it emerge, I sucked it between my teeth and gently bit down on it. When I did, Becky keened, her furrow smoothed out between her eyes, and her mouth formed an 'O' as her eyes rolled up into her head, and she came undone.

Becky started thrashing, her thighs and core spasming as her orgasm overtook her. Her knees gave way, and I grabbed her ass to guide her down to the floor so Becky didn't hurt herself. I continued attacking her clit, making her twitch and spasm as she had one orgasm after another until she went totally slack. At that moment, a gush of fluids came out of her pussy, and I eagerly lapped them up. I lifted my head and enjoyed the view of Becky's toned body, totally relaxed by being totally blissed out from her orgasms.

I watched over Becky until she stirred, and her eyes fluttered open. I smiled at her and said, "Hello. Do you usually pass out when you orgasm?"

After several attempts to form words, Becky finally said, "Oh, God, Cindy. That was incredible. I've never passed out like that before."

"Are you ready for more?" I asked, waggling my eyebrows.

"Give me a minute, please," Cindy begged as her eyes closed again.

After another minute, Cindy opened her eyes again and said, "Okay, do your worst."

I scrambled up and pulled Becky up off of the floor. I led her into the bedroom, shedding my bra, panties, and heels as we went. I pushed Becky onto the bed, and when she went to remove her heels, I said, "No, Becky, leave your heels on."

I got on the bed and scrambled to sit with my back against the headboard. I positioned Becky in my lap and unfastened her garters so I could remove her panties. Once I had her panties off, I refastened her garters so her stockings wouldn't fall down. I then had her spread her legs, and I hooked my legs over hers. I pulled Becky back against me, my left arm around her chest, cupping her right breast as my right hand slid down her core and onto her mound.