Leslie looked up over the rim of her glass at the attractive woman at the bar. She sipped slowly and the warmth of the drink spread throughout her lean body. The unknown woman came in every Friday. She sat at the bar, nursing a scotch and soda. She would walk to the jukebox, put in a dollar, and select old country standards. The men would hit on her and she would fend them off capably. Leslie just sat and watched.
She was a pretty girl, with sharp, defined features. She talked animatedly with the bartender, smiling at his jokes. At every flash of her white teeth, Leslie's heart pounded. She longed to take the unknown girl with the long blonde hair home with her. She wanted her in her bed or on her floor. It didn't matter. All Leslie knew was that she wanted her.
After watching the usual cast of suspects try their luck, Leslie stood up at her table. She downed the rest of her drink and walked to the bar, sitting back down in the stool next to the blonde. Leslie ordered a beer and watched as the bartender pulled her drink from the tap. She was surrounded by the cacophony of conversations between the men and women looking to get lucky on a Friday night. Above the incomprehensible din of voices, music played. Leslie looked around her, her eyes settling on the blonde seated next to her. The blonde looked back and smiled.
"It's pretty crowded here tonight," Leslie said. Her voice was barely audible.
"You're right," the blonde said. Then she took Leslie's hand in her own. "And I'm horny. Let's go to your place."
Leslie blinked with shock. The blonde merely smiled.
"Listen. My car's right outside," Leslie said. "Let's go."
They both stood up and walked from the bar to the parking lot where they got into Leslie's Ford Ranger pickup truck. The blonde settled in right beside Leslie. Leslie turned the ignition and the Ford roared to life. It was dark outside and the blonde held Leslie's hand as they left the parking lot.
"I hope you don't mind me being forward," the blonde asked. "I'm normally more reserved." She seemed nervous.
"It's OK," Leslie replied. "To be honest, I've been watching you every Friday night for about two months now."
"I know. That's why I didn't think you'd mind if I just got to the point." The blonde brought Leslie's hand to her breasts. "You don't live too far away, do you?"
Leslie slowly massaged the breasts of the woman next to her. "About fifteen miles," she said.
"There's a private park about a mile and a half up on the right. Pull in there. I don't think I can wait much longer than that."
Leslie did as she was told and pulled her truck off into the park. The blonde gave her more directions and before long the red Ford was sitting next to a small pond. The blonde got out of the truck and Leslie quickly followed, pulling a blanket from behind the seat. The blonde got up into the bed of the Ford. Leslie joined her there, spreading out the blanket for the two of them to lie on.
"Look at the stars," the woman said. "They're beautiful."
Leslie ran her fingers down the blonde's side, across her ribs and over her breasts. Her hand only stopped to undo, one button at a time, the small white blouse the blonde was wearing. Underneath, she wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples hardened from the cool bite of the air and the warmth of Leslie's tongue. The woman moaned as Leslie leaned over her, kissing her on the mouth, chest and anywhere else that was within reach. The woman sat up and pushed Leslie back onto the blanket. She straddled Leslie's body and kissed her hungrily on the lips. "I think you should be undressed," she said to Leslie.
Leslie pulled her T-shirt up over her head and dropped it to the side. Then she reached around behind her to unfasten her bra. It was soon off and it joined her shirt in a corner of the pickup's bed. The blonde concentrated on Leslie's lower half. She removed the brown boots that Leslie was wearing and tossed them out of the truck. Then she undid the buttons of Leslie's jeans. Leslie raised her hips and the blonde quickly pulled off the rest Leslie's clothes. In the cool darkness of the still night, Leslie lay there naked in the back of her truck. The blonde wore only her unbuttoned blouse and a short flighty skirt.
They embraced and Leslie sighed as the blonde's breasts rubbed erotically over her own. The woman kissed Leslie softly on the lips. Then she kissed Leslie's ear, gently nipping the soft flesh of the lobe with her teeth. Her hands grasped Leslie's breasts and tenderly massaged them.
The woman then moved her tongue from Leslie's ear to the hollow of Leslie's neck. Leslie reached up to grab the woman's long blonde hair, pulling her into her neck. I pushed her down and she settled into the valley between Leslie'' breasts. She kissed her way up one side to pull the nipple into her mouth. Then she would move slowly to the other. Back and forth the woman kissed. Her hands moved lower on Leslie's body until they found the dark triangle of hair between her legs. Leslie moaned and began rotating her hips against the blonde's hand.
Slowly the woman traced her tongue down Leslie's stomach until her mouth was just above Leslie's dampness. Leslie inhaled suddenly as the blonde head dove between her legs. She kissed gently Leslie's clitoris, teasing it with the tip of her tongue. Then her mouth moved lower and the woman's tongue plunged deep inside of Leslie's womanhood. She ran her tongue back up the folds between Leslie's legs and concentrated again at the clitoris. Leslie's back ached with pleasure and the pace of her hard breaths quickly increased. The blonde then pushed two of her fingers into Leslie. Leslie gasped loudly and began shaking as the waves of her orgasm crashed over her. Her legs trembled and she moaned loudly.
The blonde pulled away from the place between Leslie's thighs. She looked up at her lover, her eyes glossy with satisfaction.
"Oh my God," Leslie said. "That was wonderful. I don't think I've ever climaxed so hard."
"Then let's get back to your place," the blonde replied. "I think we've just started."
"My name's Leslie."
"I'm Heather. It's nice to meet you Leslie." The blonde woman smiled.
The two women sat up in the back of Leslie's truck and got their clothes in order. They quickly got dressed and, after a search for one of Leslie's missing boots, drove back to her apartment.