The sidewalk was lined with hogs, their front tires against the curb. Joe's Bar and Grill would be hopping tonight. I sauntered in and elbowed my way to the bar through the acrid smell of cigarettes, stale beer, and unwashed bodies.

I perched myself on an empty stool and signaled Joe for a beer. He gave me a quizzical glance and pumped a stein of lager for me. As he set it down in front of me, he said, "Al, I don't need any trouble here tonight. Got it?"

I parted my suit coat, smiled at him, and said, "Joe, I'm not packing. Take a look." After a thorough and searching glance, he walked back to his station to survey the crowd with distaste. After a long pull from my stein, I swiveled round to observe the crowd milling around the dance floor.

The usual component of heavily tattooed lesbians attempting to look hip with their chains and leathers with a sprinkling of women wanting to be ravaged by them. Same old. These were not my prey nor to my taste.

What I was looking for was not here. However, the evening was still young. The air was throbbing with the strains of Pussy is God by King Princess, and drunk bodies were clinging and fondling their partners. I was about to finish my beer and head out when they walked in.

Four pretty cheerleader types out for a night on the town. They stood in the doorway, disoriented by the crowd in the bar and not knowing what they had in front of them. The group leader marshaled her brood and bravely marched them to the bar as the biker girls drooled and salivated at the sight of this young and pretty fluff.

They halted next to me, and the leader inquired whether the bar stools on either side of me were occupied. I proceeded to move to permit them to occupy the empty seats that placed the four together with me on their flank.

When Joe came over to ask what they were drinking, I suppressed a snicker when they asked what wines he had. I almost lost it when he replied, "Red or white, your choice."

They settled on white and sat looking over the scene unfolding on the dance floor. It didn't take long for the piranhas to school around the four innocents, trying to decide which one of them was the most toothsome and willing to be culled from the group.

When Joe brought the wine, they took tentative sips, and I could see they quickly decided that this was not Sauvignon Blanc. It ranked as Eau de Pissoire 2021 vintage at best. I told the girl sitting next to me that she would be much better having a beer in this establishment.

Joe brought her a stein of lager, which she promptly used to rinse out the foul taste of the wine. She turned to me and said, "Thank you. Much better indeed. My name is Tina."

"You're most welcome, Tina. What are you girls doing in this part of town?"

"Betsy wanted us to go to a lesbian club to hang around. The cab driver we asked to bring us to one brought us here."

"Well, Betsy certainly got her wish.

"I'm Al, by the way."

"Glad to meet you, Al. You already probably saved my life by suggesting the beer."

She scanned me, taking in the jacket, white shirt, trousers, and the hat perched on my head, and asked, "Tell me, Al, what is a man doing in a lesbian bar?"

"Tina, you should not judge a book by its cover. Here, let me," I said, taking her hand and placing it over my chest.

Surprised, she permitted the move and gasped when she realized what was under my shirt. "You're a woman?" she said, blushing.

"100% woman," I said as I retained her hand against me while enjoying its warmth.

"Why do you dress as a man?" she said, disengaging her hand though I sensed some reluctance in her to do so.

"That's a complex question. The easy answer is that I am comfortable doing so. On the other hand, I am the dominant partner in my relationships, and dressing as a man reinforces that image to my partners.

"Now it's my turn to ask indiscreet questions. Are you a lesbian or just bi-curious?"

"I don't know what I am. I just broke up with my boyfriend and have only been in that one relationship."

"What about your girlfriends?"

"I don't really know them that well. Those women live in the same building I do, and when they found out I was no longer in a relationship with Jake, they invited me to tag along." She suddenly realized that she had been deserted and looked around franticly for her so-called friends only to discover they had disappeared in the crowd. "Al, are they going to be OK?" she asked.

"I doubt it. That crowd will chew them up and spit them out, however some women like that."

"Shouldn't I go and get them?"

"Only if you want that same fate. Those biker chicks play rough."

As I said that, a massive woman with dirty blond hair and enormous bazooms with hips to match approached us and said to Tina, "Hey cutie, come dance with me. I'm more fun than he is."

I gave her my evil eye and told her, "Get lost. The lady is with me. "

She snarled, "Who gave you permission to speak to me, little man? Just fuck off."

I took off my hat and let my hair cascade down my shoulders. "Look, bitch, first I am not a man, second if you don't get lost, you'll get my foot shoved up your private parts." During this witty repartee, Tina clung to my arm for dear life as if she was afraid she would be dragged off bodily by Godzilla.

As I stood up to defend my lady fair, another of the plug-uglies came up and yelled to Blondie, "Are you crazy? Leave them alone. Come with me." At which point they departed for different climes.

Joe had come to stand across the bar from us during the kerfuffle. "How did you get rid of her? Her friend seemed terrified of you," Tina asked.

"Oh, it's just my magnetic personality that repels them."

"Don't believe her, Miss," Joe said, "three years ago when Al came here for the first time, four of them waylaid her in the bathroom. They gang-banged her and left her bruised and bleeding. The following weekend Al returned with a baseball bat and proceeded to beat them to a pulp. She also demolished their bikes outside. Since that time, they leave her alone, and she leaves them alone."

Tina turned to me and asked, "True?"

"Not really. I did not beat them to a pulp. They all recovered after a long convalescent leave. I think that what hurt them the most was the state of their bikes when they finally staggered outside."

Tina was still hugging my arm, and the feel of her breast against me was causing my pussy to twitch.

"How about if we find somewhere more congenial to talk?" I asked her, standing up and helping her to her feet.

"I just can't leave my friends like that."

"I don't think they will notice," I told her, pointing to one of her companions who was lying on the stage with a face buried in her crotch while munching on the crotch of a woman sitting astride her face and mauling her tits.

She blanched at the sight. "OK, I'm done. Let's get out."

I settled the tab with Joe, and we got out of the squalor of the bar. Once on the sidewalk, I finally got the opportunity to take a long look at Tina. Her long blonde hair framed an elfin face with piercing blue eyes and pouty lips. She stood taller than I did in her stiletto heels and had extraordinarily long legs, which I could imagine delightfully spread for my enjoyment. Her breasts were full, about a size 34C, a slim waist, and an adorable bubble butt that I yearned to squeeze. What had been a twinge turned into a drool in my pussy.

"Where shall we go?" she asked me.

"If you are not scared of me we could go to my flat. I live a few blocks away, and I could offer you some decent wine. There, we could talk."

She smiled and said, "And I suppose you could show me your etchings?"

"If that's your wish. However, you can rest assured that I will not take advantage of you, though that temptation will be hard to resist."

"You are attracted to me?"

"Tina, I am very attracted. You are a stunning woman. However, I do not believe that anything good can ever happen with an unwilling partner. So the ball at all times will be in your court. So, want to go see my etchings?"

"Sure."

We walked down the sidewalk with me, very conscious of just how much I desired her.

When we entered the loft, which served as my residence, she stared around her at the open-plan layout and blurted. "Al, this is magnificent." As she walked to the large windows that showed the lights of the city all around us, she said, "I wish I could find someplace like this rather than that cockroach-infested building I'm in."

"Come over here and rest your feet while I get us some wine," I said, indicating the living room area and the lush sofa. "As Joe asked earlier, red or white?"

"Is it real wine this time or that panther piss he served?"

"Real wine."

"I'd like a semi-dry white wine if you have any."

I retired to the kitchen nook and returned with a chilled bottle of Pinot Grigio and two wine glasses. I found that Tina had moved and was admiring the etchings that hung on the exposed brick wall.

"My God," she said, "you weren't kidding. You do have etchings."

"Yes, I do, little girl, and if you are very, very good, I will show you my naughty ones. Now come sit and enjoy this non-panther piss wine and let's chat."

She looked at the label on the bottle and squealed, "Pinot Grigio, one of my favorites. How did you know?"

"I didn't; however, it's also one of mine."

I served the wine, then removed my jacket, kicked off my shoes, and sat next to her.

"Salud!" I toasted as I sat on an angle so that I could feast my eyes on her beauty. She clinked her glass against mine and took her first sip. Her dainty tongue came out and licked her lips in relish.

"That's so good."

My mind remained focused on the image of her tongue. I smiled at the thought of what that tongue could feel like against mine.

"Tell me, Al, is what I witnessed tonight what lesbian sex is about?"

"Sapphic, much like heterosexual sex, can either be good or bad. I prefer to think of Sapphic love as making love to another person is different than just rutting. Animals rut. We humans have the capacity to make love. What you saw tonight was rutting."

She assumed a thoughtful look and kicked off her shoes. Tina folded those delectable legs to sit on them before asking, "I asked you before why you wore men's clothes. You told me that you were more comfortable in them and that it permitted you to assume a dominant role with your partners. Do you have a partner at this time?"

"No. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious?"

"So my turn to ask a question. Why did you break up with your boyfriend?"

"Our relationship over the last few months just fizzled out. There was no spark left for me. It was just work and the ritual weekend fuck. Slam-bang, thank you, ma'am, and off to the pub. I realized that is not what I needed or wanted."

"That said, what is it you want, Tina?"

"I want tenderness, love, a feeling of being desired and not to just be a receptacle for someone's release."

I moved closer to her and looked deep into her mesmerizing eyes. "Tina, may I do something that I have wanted to do since I saw you?"

"What's that?"

I answered her by gently kissing her. Her eyes were like a deer frozen in the headlights. I gently parted her lips with my tongue and held the back of her head. Ever so slowly, she started to respond. Her tongue reached out to mine, and we soon were fully savoring each other's mouths.

Slowly I reached down and slid my hand below her blouse and into her bra to caress her breast. I reveled in the feel of the silkiness of her skin. I could feel her nipples harden with arousal as she moaned into my mouth. When I began to toy with them, gently pinching them, she gasped.

I pulled back, not wanting to scare her away. She sounded disappointed as she said, "Why did you stop?"

"Do you want me to continue? You realize that there is no turning back after a certain point?"

The answer was totally nonverbal and a welcome surprise. She leaned her face towards me and resumed our kiss while her hands unbuttoned my shirt. Tina moved the bandeau that covered my tiny tits. She played with my nipples and teased them till they were hard as granite.

My hands caressed her legs until I could feel the warmth she was emitting from her pussy, and I realized that her thong was soaked. I rubbed her slit through the silky material, causing her to moan into our kiss.

Standing up, I helped her stand and led her by the hand to my bed across the room. I removed her blouse and bra and caressed those magnificent tits, then leaned forward and suckled each one in turn, much to her delight. "Al, that is so good. I have very sensitive nipples, and they have neglected for a long time."

"Tonight, they won't be. The man you were with must have been a fool not to worship your breasts," I said before returning to the task at hand.

She practically ripped the shirt off my back in her eagerness to return the favor. I have very small tits but extremely long and sensitive nipples. Soon she was feasting alternately on each one as I lowered her skirt and wrapped my hands around her cute thong-clad butt.

I pushed Tina back towards the bed and put her on her back with her legs dangling over the side. I removed her thong. Her pussy was small and tight with the cutest pink lips, and she was totally waxed. My mouth drooled at the prospect of diving my tongue between those cute lips.

She sat up suddenly and said, "I want to see." With that, she unbuckled my belt and pulled down my trousers, then my boy shorts. At the sight of my bald privates, she reached forward to touch me, but I slapped her hand away.

"Not yet," I told her, pushing her back into a prone position and telling her to scoot back on the bed. "First, I want you to experience what it feels like to be made love to by a woman."

I bent her legs, slowly parted her thighs, and wetly kissed and licked my way up her inner thigh until my mouth was inches from her pussy. I gently parted her sweet nether lips and gently blew puffs of warm breath at her pink core. She shivered in anticipation of what she suspected was to come as I parted her wider and admired the sheen of desire that glistened inside.

I licked on either side of her labia as she writhed to hasten contact with her core. I kept evading her manoeuvers, intent on slowly edging her to the climax of a lifetime. I lowered my tongue and licked her from her perineum upward. My tongue ran over Tina's labia, savoring her juices' heavenly taste, which had started to seep out of her.

I repeated this several times, each time licking lower, fascinated with how now she was lifting her hips in an attempt to get her rosebud licked. I was delighted by this as I intended to devour every inch of this absolutely stunning woman.

She clasped her legs and brought them back to her chest, exposing herself fully to me. I let my tongue circle her pink crinkled pucker, and she squealed with delight, which quickly turned to moans as I forced my tongue into her asshole. I peered over her pubis and looked into a face that depicted the agony of delight.

Returning to her pussy I snaked my long tongue into her wet warm depths, watching as her clit rose pink and engorged from between her folds. I gave it a quick swipe or two with my tongue before returning to lick her sweet juices emanating from the depths of her pussy.

I sensed a woman who was ready to explode. I curved the fingers of one hand and plunged two fingers into her, searching for the most erogenous area in her vagina.  My other hand plunged two fingers into her willing and now well-lubricated ass.

My tongue ran circles around her clit as I fingered her without mercy in both holes. When I started sucking on her now fully extended clit, she wrapped her legs around my head, drowning the sounds of the moans and screams she was emitting. Her entire body started quaking as she exploded into what seemed to be an earthshattering orgasm.

She finally released my head and lay wasted and panting on the bed. She released my fingers that were trapped as in a vise in her holes. I gently kept licking and sucking her through several minor quakes as she settled down.

Moving up her body, I nestled in her arms as she regained her breath. She turned her face to me and gave me a sensual kiss. "Al, is this what Sapphic love always is?"

"It is when done with love."

"Oh my god! Now that I know, I guess that this is what I always want."

"That can be arranged," I said with a smile of delight on my face.

"Will you teach me? I want to do the same to you."

"Gladly. I can hardly wait to feel you doing it to me. But first, get your breath back, and let's have some more wine as we have so much more to explore. You are staying with me for the weekend?"

"Do you mean that? You want me here all weekend."

"Well, that will be a start," I said with a smile.