Privilege pt 02

Misty’s eyes adjusted to the darkness of the barroom after being in the blazing Texas sun. The air-conditioning finally cooled her skin. She was still getting used to being in Texas, even though it’d been six weeks since her transfer. She smiled, a little ruefully. Her boss, Alice, had effectively taken over her life, once she’d discovered that Misty was the ingenue of a group she controlled called Privilege. Being the CEO of the bank Misty worked for, she’d taken an extraordinary interest in her, and her career had been fast tracked. Within a year, she’d become a senior loans clerk. Alice worked her protégé to death. She’d quickly been introduced to every aspect of banking.

Various seemingly meaningless promotions followed along with steady salary increases. Then, two months ago, Misty had been summoned to the 25th floor. Alice’s secretary peered suspiciously over her bifocals at Misty, who sat primly on the edge of the chair in the anteroom to Alice’s office. Primly, because she was trying very hard to hide the fact she wore no underwear under the sort of short skirt that Alice demanded she wear. She entered her CEO’s office a ‘Loans & Mortgage Officer’ and left as the Loans manager of their newest branch in Amarillo, with the taste of Alice’s pussy on her lips!

Now here she was. What little furniture she’d decided to take with her had arrived. Her expensive company-paid-for apartment had a wonderful view of the Route 66 District. She’d settled into having her own office, having a photo identity clipped to her blouse, hearing nervous staff call her Ms. Tiratzo, and being called into various Managers’ meetings. She hadn’t really found her feet yet. Her dog, Roo, was churlish and demanding… mainly because she seemed to spend less and less time with him as her responsibilities grew to endless proportions.

Finally Misty decided she needed a night off, and a few drinks. She glanced around.

The actual bar room was a conventional rectangle with a long wooden bar facing the traditional bat-winged doors – purely decorative now, since an outer small porch addition had a solid door to keep out the heat. Tables seem to be scattered haphazardly in the space in between bar and door. Decor seemed restricted to dim lighting and stucco. Brandi had mentioned in a long sensual email that this bar was considered the best hookup place in Amarillo. Every table was occupied; there was a single stool vacant at the far end of the bar. Misty made her way towards the empty chair. “Is this taken?” she asked the bespectacled woman in a dowdy mid-length button down gray dress sitting next to the empty stool.

Mollie looked over at the woman, and saw what she thought was a sympathetic face. “No, have a seat. No one’s sitting there right now.” As Misty sat, Mollie said, “Hi, I’m Mollie. How’re you doing?”

“Hi, I’m Misty. Is that Molly with a ‘y’ or what?”

“It’s actually Mollie with an ‘ie’ – I’m not sure what my folks were thinking when they spelled it out,” Mollie replied a little ruefully. “Are you Misti, with a cutesie ‘i’? Or Misty with a ‘y’?” Mollie countered, her speech precise, belying the smile on her lips. She took of her gold rimmed glasses and slipped them into her purse.

“Hello, then, Mollie with an ‘ie’ which sounds just fine to me,” Misty said with a chuckle. “In answer to your questions, I’m Misty with a ‘y’ and yah, I’m doing all right. How are you?”

The alcohol had loosened Mollie’s tongue somewhat. “I’m lonely. That’s how I’m doing, Misty. Thanks for asking.”

Misty looked at the pair of rings on Mollie’s left hand. “Oh, sorry. I thought you were married,” she said, gesturing at the rings.

Mollie held up her hand, looking at those rings. “Yeah, I’m married all right. But that doesn’t cure loneliness. Not when your husband is a workaholic, flying all over the place, gone for weeks at a time.”

Misty got a twinkle in her eye. “Well, that should make each reunion a hot and heavy one, right?”

Mollie sipped her drink. “You’d think so. Except when said husband then claims to be too exhausted to do much more than sleep. I hate rattling around in the house, alone or virtually alone all the time. I’ve been thinking about getting a dog, or something. I hear that dogs give unconditional love, and that’s sure something I could use a healthy dose of these days. Do you have a dog, Misty?”

Misty nodded. “Sure do. And yes, if you treat a dog right, and treat him well, you won’t be lonely. That’s for sure.”

“Ah. So I’ve got an expert sitting next to me,” Mollie said, grinning. “What breed of dog do you think would make a good companion for me?”

“I don’t know if expert is the right deion,” Misty replied, pointing to the drink in front of Mollie and holding up two fingers to the barkeeper. “I mean, I can point out that routine blood checks for capnocytophaga are helluva important things. In the same way, any family pet, even a gerbil, should be routinely checked for those bacteria. Other than that, I’d recommend having him checked regularly for worms, and making sure to de-tick & flea him. I take it that you want a him,” Misty smiled. “How ’bout we take time and visit the local pound, and see if you find someone who wants you as much as you want them.”

Mollie smiled at the pretty barkeeper who’d brought her the drink Misty had ordered. She nodded. She’d thought this through over and over the last few days. Having sex with another woman had always been one of her many secret fantasies. She’d sat alone wearing her sexiest dress for over thirty minutes before Misty arrived. Misty seemed to tick off every box she’d listed while she’d daydreamed about actually walking into this bar. The one bar she’d discovered in the area that actually catered to hooking up with members of her own gender.

“Tomorrow is Sunday and I’m not working,” Misty confided. “Perhaps we can go and look tomorrow, together?” she asked.

Mollie sipped her drink. She nodded conspiratorially. Misty was picking up Mollie’s signals just fine. After a little more chatting, and some casual touching, to which neither of them objected, she suggested they get a ride to Misty’s place. Mollie whispered her agreement, her heart racing. As she felt the blood pulsing in her neck, she wondered if she’d be able to really go through with this.

They took an Uber to Misty’s apartment. Mollie was impressed that Misty needed a keycard to access her floor and apartment. They were met at the door by a swishing, wagging tail and startling blue eyes. The dog didn’t bark, but his tail threatened to break off as he wagged it that furiously. Mollie’s attention was momentarily taken away by the spaciousness of Misty’s apartment, so she failed to notice Misty subtly raise her knee and push her dog’s face out from in between her legs. Misty took Mollie and led her by hand on a tour through the apartment. When they reached the bedroom, she closed the bedroom door behind Mollie, leaving Roo out in the hall.

Misty could tell Mollie was slightly nervous, which seemed ironic after the way she’d spoken in the bar about being lonely. But she could also tell Mollie was trying to find a way to tell her what she wanted to do. So she decided to take the initiative.

Misty moved up and kissed Mollie gently, as she pulled her even closer and unzipped her dress. With a bit of a struggle, she managed to take off Mollie’s gray dress which was better styled for a school teacher than a seductress. The blue-gray dress covered a lovely body, whose beautifully firm breasts were barely being held inside a very un-teacherlike white lace bra. Misty kissed the top of those breasts while fumbling with the clasp of her bra. Eventually, the clasp separated, and Mollie’s large breasts were free from their luxurious confinement.

After first admiring those glorious globes with her hands, Misty took one of the nipples into her mouth. While still suckling, Misty pressed Mollie down onto the bed. Mollie moaned and groaned happily as Misty cupped, fondled and sucked her breasts, teasing her nipples and becoming completely lost in them. Finally, she moved down her body and slowly pulled down a pair of damp but matching white lace panties. “Oh Mollie,” she chuckled, “I see I’m going to have to wean you off your restrictive panties habit.”

“I have drawers full of them,” Mollie replied, “It’s about the only sensual gift my husband ever gives me.”

Once Misty had removed Mollie’s moist undies, she moved her face between her legs, eager to taste her. Mollie’s pussy was not shaved nor really hairy, just basically trimmed. Misty buried her head between Mollie’s legs, adjusting her own knees beneath her to get better leverage to begin licking Mollie’s pussy.

Mollie’s natural scent seemed to be caught in her pubic hair, the musty, arousing scent wafting into Misty’s nostrils. Misty licked slowly and cautiously, Mollie’s pubes occasionally tickling her nose. Purposely, she avoided Mollie’s clit. Her magical tongue moved slowly up and down, washing over and also parting the labia. Having lapped all over those sensitive places, she began circling, letting her tongue tip roam in a teasing manner enticingly close to her clit but never quite touching it. She wanted Mollie to go a little crazy with anticipation, all the better to break through the rigid control that seemed to typify her persona. Every once in a while, Misty’s tongue penetrated Mollie’s vaginal tunnel, making her gasp with delight and need.

Mollie’s gasping moans were getting very ragged from this long teasing ordeal, and slowly Misty increased the intensity of her actions. Suddenly, and much to Misty’s surprise, Mollie’s pussy began to gush, as her whole body shuddered! “Oh my god, Misty… oh my god… I’m cumming, you’re making me cum… fuck, yes, fuck, fuck… oh my Gawddddddd!” Her further sounds were nonverbal as the strength of the orgasm rendered her speechless.

Finally, Mollie’s legs tightened and the gush changed to an ooze as it slowed. Misty continued licking at her pussy and savouring the wonderfully tart taste. Unlike any woman Misty had ever been with, Mollie’s juices had just kept coming and coming, like a tap stuck on. Her orgasm lasted at least two minutes, while Misty continued licking. Finally Mollie moaned a soft, “Hmmmm,” and carefully pushed Misty away. “First time I haven’t had to do it myself for the longest time,” she sighed.

Mollie’s heartbeat slowly subsided into something resembling normal. Misty clambered up from between her now obscenely widespread thighs. “Wow! It’s been a while eh?” she whispered.

Mollie stared up at the ceiling. Tears began pooling in her eyes as she considered her life. “If I told you, you wouldn’t believe me. I’ve been so alone!” Her words rushed out between sobs. “I’ve been married for fifteen years. I’ve never looked at another man except him since that time. Half the time I don’t believe he’s working all those long hours. If he comes home it’s to sleep or eat. His gifts are delivered, his cards are computer generated. And no, he’s not some secret agent. He works for Sahara Oil. I spend more time speaking to his secretary than I do to him! He doesn’t even answer his own cell phone!” The last words came gushing from her lips like a cork out of a champagne bottle.

Misty laid next to her, feeling Mollie’s passion, and helplessness. She stroked the woman, the gesture somehow seeming inadequate.

Mollie continued. “Never once, until tonight, have I cheated. Somehow, I’m not sure if it’s legally cheating to have another woman give you a mind-blowing orgasm. And I’m too ignorant to know how to reciprocate, even though I want to. All I know how to do is cuddle.”

Misty smiled. “If you really want to reciprocate, you can start by kissing me,” she whispered. Mollie scooted up a little higher against Misty and gave her a soft kiss. Hearing Misty hum her approval, Mollie kissed her with gradually increasing passion. She found Misty’s lips captivating. Encouraged, she kissed her way slowly down Misty’s neck… and along her collarbones. From there, it seemed scary, but also very natural to kiss her way down Misty’s breasts, until she reached the perky nipples.

“May I?” Mollie asked.

“I’d be insulted if you didn’t want to,” Misty replied with a friendly grin. Mollie licked and sucked those nipples, thrilled by the way they felt, tasted, and especially how they reacted. She spent a good deal of time there, listening to Misty’s increasing heartbeat and rate of breathing. A familiar, yet uniquely distinct scent was now perfuming the air, and it was coming from farther down Misty’s body. Without thinking too much about it, Mollie nibbled and licked her way south.

Misty’s mound was satiny smooth… and so were the lips of her pussy! No hair… no stubble… not a trace of them.