A Woman's Touch
suggested they were probably just playing around. That idea went out the window when I looked back over to see them kissing.
    And what a kiss it was! It wasn’t a playful peck or even a quick causal one, but a long deep passionate kiss that caused a strange sensation within me. The sensation itself shouldn’t have been strange; it wasn’t like I didn’t recognize arousal, but was shocked to feel it watching the scene before me. I could honestly say at that point I’d never thought about two women together. Even on the occasions I had watched some dirty movies with Rob, if a lesbian scene came on I would ask to skip it.
    I’d always thought why would I want to watch what I already had? But that day, the way those two beautiful women had touched each other had gotten me hot in a way I hadn’t been in years. Perhaps it was the fact they were so open about it; that here they were kissing and touching in front of a room full of women and not caring.
    Jill had excused herself to go to the bathroom and as she made her way across the room I noticed several women stare at her as she passed. Jill was a petite little brunette who although on the slender side had long shapely legs and what I had since come to realize was very fine ass. One woman in particular, an older blonde wearing a dress that was far shorter and tighter than I would ever have the courage to wear, stared at Jill with a look of pure lust that sent another unexpected feeling of desire through me.
    When Jill was with me I had focused on her, sneaking furtive glances at the women dancing whenever she would glance away. I now took full advantage of her absence, turning on my stool to watch what I used to think was so wrong. The taller of the women, a stunning red head wearing a skirt that barely covered the cheeks of her ass was now behind her partner, her hands encircling her waist.
    The other woman, a short curvy blonde whose ample breasts threatened to spill from the low cut sundress she was wearing, was working her hips, grinding her ass back into her girlfriend. The redhead responded by sliding the blondes hair to the side to kiss her neck. She worked her lips along her creamy skin and my face grew hot despite the air conditioning in the club. The blonde sighed and reaching back ran her fingers through her lover’s hair, holding her face to her neck.
    There were whistles from several of the women when the redhead’s hands worked their way up and my breath caught when she cupped her impressive breasts. She pushed them together, and then fondled them, her hands sliding across them. The blonde’s mouth opened as she released a moan that was drowned out by the music. What wasn’t drowned out were the cheers when her hand dropped to the hem of the blonde’s skirt and pulled it up giving a quick flash of a black lace thong before pulling it back down.
    Someone yelled not to tease and with a laugh she hiked the skirt up giving everyone there a full view of the black strings over her full hips. The blonde reached behind her, caught the hem of the redheads dress and returned the favor lifting it up to expose her…bare ass. The women around laughed and clapped and I sat there transfixed by the sight of her shaking her bare ass. That ass was firm and tight and when she widened her legs and leaned forward, she flashed a quick peek of her pink pussy.
    To my dismay she straightened, leaving me to struggle to focus on just the glimpse I had gotten. In front of me the blonde was now rubbing her hands across her lush thighs and the patch of lace over her pussy. I watched transfixed by the sight of her long slender fingers with their deep purple nails sliding across her inviting thighs and…inviting? Even now sitting at work months later I recalled how that word had jumped into my head and how shocked I’d been.
    The redhead’s hands had gone back to her top and after several women began chanting “Flash, flash!” she laughed and pulled the top of the dress down. My

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