It was another hot summer day as I took a break from work to go to my favorite sandwich shop. There I can get away from work and relax during my hectic week. I sat down in my favorite corner table to read my emails in private on my laptop.
My favorite waitress came over and said, "Emily, would you like your usual iced tea today”?
“Yes. That sounds perfect, Samantha."
She winked playfully and said, “I'll be right back with that,” as I nodded in approval. She was a beautiful young woman, in her early to mid-twenties with beautiful long blonde hair and a smile from ear-to-ear with the cutest little dimples. Not to mention a stunning figure (it's not the food that brings me here, trust me).
Quickly, she came back to my table with my drink and asked, “Are you eating with us today?”
In no hurry to face the heat I nodded and ordered my favorite chicken sandwich. I've always noticed Samantha takes extra special care of me, knowing I have but sixty minutes for my lunch.
Within a few minutes I had my sandwich and Samantha asked, “Is there anything else I can get you today?”
I was in a playful mood and said, “Yes. You could give me a massage. They're trying to kill me at work."
She smiled and said, “I don't think I can do that here." She then giggled, making those seductive dimples even more noticeable. As my mind swirled around images of her hands easing my stress, my hands began to shake. I was dropping more breadcrumbs that Hansel and Gretel.
As I finished my sandwich, she came over with my bill and said, “Emily, if you're serious I would love to give you a massage.”
The look on my face must have been priceless. I'm sure my jaw almost hit the table. I looked at her and said, “Okay, how about after work?" Thinking I'll go along with this and rubbing my aching chin.
She said, “My shift ends in about three hours. “Would you like to meet for a drink first over at the Kat’s corner bar?”
I said, “Oh you mean Pam’s Place, they changed the name now.” I was dumbfounded, never for a moment expecting her to take me up on it.
But playing it cool, my voice quivering, I said, “Yes, sure I would love that. As soon as I can get away from work, I’ll run. I mean drive ...over there."
We exchanged phone numbers just in case I was unable to make it. (But only a massive coronary and/or a car running me over could have kept me from this date with destiny.) I was able to get off work on time despite my very distracted mind and hurried to the bar, finding her waiting for me.
Sitting, I noticed she already had ordered a glass of wine, so I ordered a margarita as we begin to talk. Samantha said, "Emily, you look beautiful. Like you always do. I've always admired that about you. Well, that and your generous tips." (I think she said "tips")
Her unexpected compliments had me blushing. She leaned closer, her gentle fingertips, exploring my warm, pink cheeks, causing my heart to race and practically ruining a brand-new pair of black lace panties.
When our legs touched, I began to wonder about the availability of a nearby lady’s room stall. Clenching my quivering thighs together as I turned to face her, I whispered, “OH, I've always thought you are so very beautiful, and I love those cute little dimples."
She smiled, exposing those even cuter dimples, teasing me but reminding me to leave her a 100% tip from now on.
We had another drink, getting to know each other a little bit better when she softly said, " You know, I don't live too far from here. Would you like to go there? It's not so noisy and I have the makings for another margarita or some wine if you prefer." (I don't watch a lot of porn, but when I do that line has been used in at least 99% of them.)
Quickly, I agreed. We then walked the block to her home. I kept a respectful distance behind her, wondering how I had never noticed how her butt wriggles like Jell-O in an earthquake. She had a very small but clean apartment that overlooked the city from the third floor and was done nicely bright and cheerful. Capturing her bubbly personality.
After making our drinks she said, “Emily would you mind if I took a quick shower. I smell like food?”
"Sure," I said giggling. "I'll enjoy the view...of the city," I said as playfully as I could.
Walking away, she began to undress before even getting to the shower. Her body was just as gorgeous as her face.
I continued gulping my margarita when suddenly, I heard Samantha yell, “Emily could you come in here? I need you for a second.”
I sat down my glass, hurdled the sofa and dashed into the bathroom, barely making her out in the steamy shower, but hearing her through the mist, “You know Emily I promised you a massage. Why don't you join me?”
I’ve had a few bi experiences in my early years, but it had been such a long time. I was not going to let this opportunity pass me by. So, jumping at the chance, I stripped and jumped into the shower and she gave me the most sensual massage one could possibly hope for. I was in heaven while she rubbed my shoulders and neck with her soapy hands.
I turned to face her, and we began the deepest, softest kissing on record, our hands running thru each other’s hair, intense tingles running all through my body as our slippery breasts mashed together. I began running my hands over her body with the soapy water, exploring every inch of her. Some areas more so than others. Her curvaceous butt cheeks were the prime target of my attention.
We got out of the shower and dried off. Then went into her bedroom. Samantha patted her bed and said, “Here, Emily. Lie here." Well, if she insisted!
She jumped into the bed as we continued kissing. Her nipples hard and erect rubbing against mine. Her hand began rubbing my labia. I softly moaned her name while her fluttering tongue slid down my taut tummy, going down for a taste. Happening so quickly I was caught by gasping surprise as I had an orgasm like I have not felt in a long time.
I wanted to give Samantha the same pleasure now. Lowering myself between her thighs as my tongue traced her mound, I slid a finger inside her. She was soaking wet. I began licking her and tasting her. She came so quickly. It was magical. I lost count of our orgasms.
The room turned from bright light to dim sunset as the sun began to fade. Samantha got up and turned on the lights, saying she loved it bright in her apartment. I was glad, giving me a perfect view of the contours of her naked body. We laid exhausted in each other's arms cuddling and kissing. I looked at her and sadly told her I must be going home since we both had work in the morning.
She understood and said what I was thinking. "I wish you could spend the night." I teared up, my tears mixing with her nectar on my messy cheeks. We hugged tightly and felt each other breathe.
"I wish I could, but I must get home." I looked at Samantha and said, “Let’s do this again sometime soon."
“Anytime you like Emily. I enjoyed and needed this very much”.
I got in my car and drove home thinking about the beautiful time I'd just had. I hardly slept a wink that night thinking of my passionate new lover.
I knew I had a full day's work the next day and I would not be able to see her at the sandwich shop. But I was missing her so much. I resisted my urge until mid-morning before calling, letting her know I would not be around today because of my job. Hearing her voice on the phone, it was all I could do to stay at my job and not run down to the sandwich shop. Or at least order dozens of various colored roses.
A few torturous days passed before I was able to go back on Friday at lunchtime. What I hungered for wasn't on the menu, but she was carrying a menu. My sexy waitress walked over to my table, tea already in her hand and said, “I hope this is okay, but I know you don't have much time at lunch so here is your tea.” Samantha asked, “Chicken sandwich today Emily?" I nodded, unable to conceal my adoring smile.
She came back with my sandwich quickly as she always does. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, Aare you free tonight or maybe Saturday?”
Spilling my tea and wiping sweat from my feverish brow, I struggled to make eye contact.
"Yes. I'm free Saturday afternoon and into the evening.” I then asked, “Where would you like to go? How about dinner and maybe some dancing?"
Samantha said, "That sounds lovely, a real date." She smiled. “But would you be able to pick me up? My car is at the auto shop.”
I quickly agreed, fighting the urge to kiss her then and there.
I was going to be there a little early so I gave her a call Saturday asking if that would be okay. She said of course. She'd leave the door unlocked for me. I arrived about 3:15 and went up to her apartment.
I was greeted by Samantha, standing naked in front of me with a margarita in hand, saying, “Glad you're here a little early." I walked to her, kissing tenderly, running my hands down her sides. She knelt in front of me slowly removing my panties from underneath my skirt. Her tongue working its magic on my pussy once again. I could barely stand. My knees were shaking, rubbing myself against her face I came all over her. Urgently, I reached out, grabbing her hand and pulling her into her bedroom. We spent the next few hours making love in every possible way, even in some ways I thought were anatomically impossible.
Looking out her window I could see the Sun fading in the distance. I could have spent the entire night right there. But I had made a promise to take her out for dinner and dancing. We decided to go out once our energy returned. We reeked of sex, but I had no desire to wash it off. I could get used to it very easily.
We were out until early morning enjoying each other's company, dancing and talking. We got back to her place at about 2 AM then spent the rest of the night together holding, cuddling, and kissing. I awoke mid-morning Sunday snuggling next to my lover. We both got up and went into the shower, again making love to each other.
The warm water pouring down my body as Samantha was licking me, the orgasms flowing from me over and over, I never wanted it to end. I guided my finger into her love tunnel, slowly. She started shaking and biting her lip. Then a second finger and Samantha had multiple orgasms. We finally ran out of hot water and were forced to leave the shower. We dried each other and went into the kitchen where she insisted upon making breakfast.
Samantha made one of the finest breakfasts I've ever had, much better than my usual brown sugar Pop Tart. Working in a restaurant, she really knew her skills at cooking. Not to mention her skills at making me cum.
We finished up breakfast and talked a little longer. I finally said, "Samantha, I really need to go home. Somehow, I've lost one of my contacts in the shower." (Without both contacts I am literally as blind as a bat.) "I'm having trouble seeing."
She looked at me with concern and said, "Emily, do you need some help driving home?” I was falling deeply, and her caring attitude only amplified my bliss.
"No. I'll be okay. I just need to get this other contact out and put in a new set." Holding her hand sensually, I continued. “When can we meet again?”
Samantha looked at me and said, “I'm at work all week but I might be going out of town next weekend to visit a friend, I think. It hasn't been confirmed yet.”
“Okay maybe we can get together one night during the week and if not in two weeks, possibly on the weekend."
“Oh, I would love that Emily”.
We gave each other a long soulful kiss goodbye, feeling so safe and special in her arms. The week flew by and we exchanged phone calls but were never able to meet. But at least my fingers came in handy with thoughts of our lovemaking still so fresh and juicy on my mind. I went home Friday night, deciding to relax with a quiet Friday night, thinking Samantha was going out of town. Suddenly my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number but answered anyway. I broke into a huge smile when I immediately recognized the voice.
Samantha said, “Hello, Emily. I left my phone at home, so I had to borrow a friend's. My plans got canceled for the weekend I was wondering if you might have some time to come over tonight?"
"How long before your home?" I asked, trying not to sound desperate. Even though I was.
“I should be home in about ten to thirty minutes so you can come anytime you want after that and maybe we can order a pizza or something?”
"That sounds perfect, I'll be right there. "
I arrived at her place about twenty minutes later, having dressed rapidly. Samantha answered the door just as I was knocking. Opening the door with a broad grin she said, “Come right in Emily."
I walked in her place and she only had a few candles burning and no lights on, setting up the mood. I said, “Samantha, how romantic”.
“I'm glad you like it.” She came over to me and began kissing. She was kissing me like never before so very forceful. We began to slowly undress each other when I noticed a little tattoo of a flower on her ankle. I asked when she got it. “Last week. Do you like it?" She asked while modeling it like Vanna White. I eagerly nodded my approval.
She looked at me and said, "Emily, I would really love it if tonight I can lay down on your face.” I thought this was. very different than our normal intimacy. Perhaps she was becoming more comfortable displaying her aggressiveness. Regardless, I was good with it and I enjoyed giving her any pleasure I could.
We undressed. I laid on her bed and she stood over me and slowly lowered herself onto my face. Her dripping, glistening pussy and mouth-watering scent made me practically beg for her taste again. Grinding on my face very forcefully, she again caught me by surprise. Samantha had multiple orgasms; my face covered with her cum. Then she hopped up and said we better get dressed because pizza would be coming in a few minutes.
I thought to myself how different tonight felt. I don't mind pleasing her in any way I didn’t mind her taking control but her thoughts of having pizza before we're able to finish making love seemed a little selfish. We dressed with the candles still flickering. I went to turn on a light and she said, “Oh no, not yet.”
Then there was a knock at her door and the person outside said, “Sandra, please let me in. I have the pizza and my hands are full.”
I thought to myself, "Sandra?" This person must be mistaken or does not know Samantha's name.
She went over to the door, opened it, turning on the lights. Shielding my eyes from the glaring light, I had to do a double-take looking at the woman holding the pizza. It was Samantha, but wait, right next to her was another Samantha. Was I seeing double? Was it vision blurred? Had I lost a contact? Was it double vision?
Samantha looked at me, holding the pizza and pointed to who I thought was Samantha and said, “So I see you've met my twin sister Sandra. I hope you two have been getting along?”. I saw Samantha look at Sandra with a grimace and say, “Not again.”
