Author's Pen Name: Dangerman
Fan E-Mail Address: a2580@hotmail.com
Title of Story: "The Note"
Suggested Category: Gay-Bi-Lesbian
Abbreviated Keywords: ff

Marissa, twenty-something, was bored. Activity at her office was at a near
standstill waiting for new contracts to come in. Earliest the first one would
start was next week. Her social life was in the toilet ever since the breakup
with her long-time boyfriend. He broke it off in a real shitty way that left
Marissa feeling guilty and hurt at the same time. Fuck him!

One Friday after work she decided to eat out and later drown her depression at
a local bar. She dined in a small Italian restaurant filling the deep hole in
herself with plenty of pasta, bread and red wine. After dining alone she paid
the bill and walked down the street to "Daniel's", a trendy bar and disco
catering to professionals who worked nearby. She had always wanted to go there
but never got around to it. She would go in tonight, have a few drinks, listen
to the music, watch some people and then take a taxicab back to her apartment.

Marissa wasn't really dressed for partying. She still wore her navy blue
business suit over a white blouse. Classic high heeled pumps and tan stockings
rounded out the "uniform". Yes, uniform -- since most of the crowd in
"Daniel's" was attired in whatever they put on for work that day. Marissa's
only diversion from conventional office style was the short slit up one side of
her skirt. Guys at the office paid attention to a flash of thigh. She still
looked attractive, especially after freshening up her makeup before leaving the
restaurant. She liked to wear her blonde hair short, just touching the back of
her collar. Easier to take care of it. She liked to swim a few nights a week at
her health club and it became a pain to style it after coming out of the water
so she just had it cut short.

Finding a seat at the bar, Marissa ordered her favorite drink and preceding to
drink in the evening. She listened to the music. Flirted with the men in the
bar and even danced. As the night progressed, her spirits lifted and she could
say she was having a good time.

Three rum-and-cokes into the evening a woman sat down on the bar stool next to
Marissa.

"Is this taken?" the woman asked. No, said Marissa. "It's all yours". "Thanks"
said the stranger.

The new addition to the bar appeared to be in her early 40's and she was
strikingly attractive. She had dark brown hair worn up in a tight 'do. Not a
strand was out of place. She had classic mediterranean features -- Italian,
maybe Greek, or possibly Arabic -- complete with smooth olive skin. Her lips
were painted perfectly and her eyes were made up seductively. She wore a medium
grey dress of a clingy material. It had long sleeves and a scoop neck revealing
the cleavage between her breasts. As she sat down the hem of her dress slid up
her thigh. Marissa couldn't help but look and noticed her dark stockings and
black high heeled sling back shoes. The stranger lit a cigarette.

"Hi, wild party tonight! Is Felipe watering the drinks again or is he pouring
honestly tonight?" The cigarette became a part of the stranger; the smoke an
aura.

"The drinks are pretty good", Marissa replied. "The rum is strong, uh, com here
a lot?"

The woman replied, "About once a month for the past three years. I knew Felipe
when he first started working here. He's become a good bartender but he has a
perpetual hard-on. Has he tried to hit on you yet? He always tries to hustle
the new girls."

"He's flirted, but I don't think you'd call it hitting on me. He's more
interested in the blonde on the other side of the bar. The one with her fake
boobs hanging out of her dress!"

"Oh I know her. That's Heather...she's such a slut! Sorry, I get carried away
sometimes!"

"That's OK" said Marissa".

The woman asked, "I don't believe I caught your name? Mine's Elizabeth. Friends
call me Lizzie". The woman calling herself Lizzie looked Marissa up and down
while taking a draw on her thin cigarette.

"I'm Marissa, pleased to meet you!"

Small talk ensued for the next 15 minutes as the band took a break. Marissa
excused herself and walked to the ladies room. She entered a stall, lifted her
skirt and pulled down her panties before sitting down. She had held herself for
the last 20 minutes while talking to Lizzie. The release of the warm pee from
her bladder made her feel good again. She wiped and rearranged her clothing.
Stepping out of the stall she noticed one of her snaps on her garter belt had
come undone. Lifting her skirt she reapplied the snap to her stocking. When she
finished and looked up she was surprised to see Lizzie standing there.

"Oh hi! Just doing maintenance on the lingerie!" she giggled. Lizzie said
nothing but she had a wry smile on her face as she passed Marissa to enter one
of the stalls herself.

Marissa returned to the bar and found Felipe placing two fresh drinks in front
of the two women's places. A rum-and-coke for her and another manhatten for
Lizzie. "Your friend ordered for you" he said.

Lizzie came out of the ladies' a few minutes later and Marissa thanked her for
buying the round. Lizzie said it was her pleasure. Both women talked about this
and that while sipping their drinks. Marissa was getting a bit tipsey on this,
her fourth rum-and-coke.

Marissa and Lizzie had to move closer to hear each other as the band had come
back to do another set. Suddenly, Marissa felt Lizzie's hand on her thigh and
her skirt was being pushed up pasther stocking top. It felt strange to Marissa
but after four drinks it seemed somewhat erotic to her. Lizzie slipped a small
piece of paper into the top of Marissa's stocking and slowly withrew her hand.
She gathered her purse and after draining the last of her drink from the glass,
she said 'bye to Felipe and smiled at Marissa. she then left her stool and
strutted out of the bar into the night. Marissa's curiosity got to her and she
removed the paper from her stocking and smooth down her skirt. She opened the
paper and saw that it was a note from Lizzie. It read: "Meet me in the parking
lot in five minutes...White Lexus...Lizzie".

"So, Lizzie must be a lezzie" she thought. Alone and pissed off at life and
mellowed by the alcohol, Marissa felt a blend of curiosity and anticipation
come over her. "I think I'll check this out...what the fuck, nothing going on
in here" she said to herself. She left Felipe a tip and walked toward the exit.
she took a deep breath and headed out in the parking lot. Leaning up against
her pearl white luxury car was Lizzie, smoking one of her thin cigarettes.

"I was wondering if you would come...care to go for a ride?"

"Sure" Marissa replied. "Where to?"

"How about my place we can take the river drive. It's beautiful at night" said
Lizzie. With that, Marissa got into the car as Lizzie ground out the cigarette
with the pointed toe of her high heeled shoe. She got behind the whell and soon
the women were gliding along the river drive which was beautiful as Lizzie
described. The car stereo played smooth jazz from a CD and Marissa felt very
confortable although still apprehensive about what was taking place.

They arrived at the underground car park of Lizzie's apartment building and
took the elevator to the sixth floor. Lizzie let them in and told Marissa to
make herself at home while she went into the bedroom to change. Whe she came
out she was wearing a tight fitting cream-colored slip with thin straps and a
hem that ended a few inches below her buttocks. She wore high heeled slides and
seemed to glide when she walked across the room. Her hair was now free of the
pins holding it up and fell in cascading waves to her shoulders. "Drink?" she
said. Marissa nodded and watched Lizzie as she headed to the kitchen. She
admired her shapely long legs no uncovered by the dark stockings Lizzie wore
earlier.

The older woman brought in two glasses of cream sherry and sat down next to
Marissa. The skirt of the slip Lizzie wore rode up almost to her hips. She
looked so sensual, thought Marissa. After a few sips of the sherry and some
general conversation she was feeling very relaxed and was willing to accept
anything that happened that night. The talk slowly shifted to relationships and
sex and lifestyles. Lizzie, Marissa found, was bisexual and had been married in
her 20's. By the time she turned 30 she divorced her husband and moved to her
present address. She had several relationships with both men and women over the
past dozen years or so -- some were close and emotional and some just for sex.
She was not seeing anyone regularly now. Marissa told her of her own personal
life.

Lizzie had been sitting very close to Marissa on the brown leather couch and
Marissa could feel her body heat. Lizzie put down her glass and leaned over and
kissed Marissa gently on the mouth. Her lips felt like silk to Marissa but the
effect of the kiss caused her to burn inside. Pressing her lips harder this
time, Lizzie took the glass from Marissa's hand and put in on the coffee table.
Her hands slid inside of Marissa's jacket and gently massaged the younger
woman's breasts.

Marissa was feeling very hot and bothered by now. she could feel a wetness
between her legs. She had never been kissed this way by a female before. She
started to pull away but ultimately gave in. The two women were deep in french
kissing and Lizzie was unbuttoning the front of Marissa's blouse. Off came her
jacket following by the blouse. Marissa lowered the straps from Lizzie's slip
and pull them down baring the older woman's full breasts.

The air in the living room was sexually charged and it wasn't long before each
woman was naked on the couch. Marissa turned her eyes toward Lizzie's pussy. It
was framed with thick, dark pubic hair rising up to meet her flat stomach.
Lizzie took Marissa's face in her hands and, after kissing her full on the
mouth, guided her head down to her breasts. Marissa's mouth found one of
Lizzies ripe nipples and started to suck it. Lizzie ranher fingers through
Marissa's hair and pulled her head closer to her chest. When she had finished
suckling both of Lizzie's tits, Marissa laid back on the couch. Lizzie spread
her partner's legs apart and knelt down between them. She lightly kissed the
outer lips of her vagina and then probed it with two of her sldner fingers. By
now Marissa was soaking wet with her own honey. Lizzie played with Marissa's
clitoris until the blonde woman had her first orgasm. Removing her hand, Lizzie
allowed Marissa to watch her lick the sweet liquid from her fingers. She
offered Marissa a taste and the young woman licked off every drop.

With that done, Lizzie went down on Marissa, kissing and licking and penetraing
her wet pussywith her tongue. Marissa had boyfriends perform oral sex on her
before but not like this. Marissa's pubic hair was moist and matted by now and
Lizzie enjoyed the aroma as she worked her tongue on the fully erect clit.
Marissa came very hard again and couldn't hold back her cries of ecstasy.
Lizzie lifted her head from between Marissa's thighs and her face was
glistening from cum and sweat. She wiped her face with her slip, got up and
took Marissa by the hand to the bedroom. Once there she placed Marissa on the
bed and produced a long silver vibrator and a very anatomically correct
strap-on dildo. Both women used these implements of pleasure on each other for
the next few hours before falling alseep exhausted.

Marissa awakened Saturday  morning to familiar smells. Lizzie was making
breakfast and she came in with a hot cup of coffee for her guest. Lizzie was
naked and looked wonderful in the morning sunlight coming through the bedroom
window. She had showered and her brown hair was still damp. Marissa took the
coffee and drank it as Lizzie returned to the kitchen. Lizzie obviously worked
out to keep her tight body. What a nice ass, thought Marissa. She took a shower
and dried her hair. She felt comfortable walking naked into the dining area
where a hearty breakfast of eggs, sausage, coffee, toast and fruit awaited the
two women. Lizzie and Marissa ate while talking about the night before and
after clearing the table, Marissa put on her skirt and blouse and stepped into
her shoes. She put on her jacket and shoved her lingerie and stockings into her
purse. As she did so she noticed the note Lizzie had given her the night
before. Lizzie slipped on a silken robe that clung to her body and walked
Marissa to the door. "Here, take my car keys. I'll take a cab to your place and
pick it up this afternoon. I need to get a few things done around here. Maybe
we can do something tonight or tomorrow."

With that Lizzie gave Marissa a long sensual open-mouth goodbye kiss. "I guess
that'll hold me until the next time. See you soon!" said Marissa feeling a
tingle between her legs. She left the apartment and went to the car park.
Sliding in behind the wheel Marissa hiked up the back of her skirt and sat
bare-assed on the soft expensive leather seat of the car. "Mmmmm...nice feel. I
think I'm going to like this!"