The Girl In The Locker Room

My name is Ginger. I?m not an exhibitionist, but there are things that sometimes make me think I am, a little. For example, I like to change clothes in front of my bedroom window, hoping to be seen. I never had a problem when, back when I played softball, sometimes we had to share the changing room with our coaches, men; I actually liked it. Sometimes, when I wear tight pants, I ?forget? to wear panties. At home I never wear a bra and sometimes I?m too lazy to put it on when I go grocery shopping. I don?t think anyone ever noticed me. I?m not one of those women people would turn to look at, but it makes me feel naughty.Nevertheless, when I?m in the locker room at the local sport center, I hide behind the lockers at the very end of the room. The problem is that I'd rather be naked in front of a man than a woman. Women are judgmental and look at other women looking for flaws, not assets. The women in my family were the worst. They convinced me that my body was ugly, that I should be ashamed of it, and that it was better to hide it under oversized clothes.Then something happened.One day, I was in the locker room at the end of my daily swim, drying my hair, when I saw a young woman, probably in her thirties or late twenties, average tall, a blonde bob, nice firm body but not too muscled, pale skin, no tattoos, no piercing. Her breasts were the perfect size, not too big, not too small, with dark nipples, and her mound had a perfectly trimmed dark triangle of hair.How do I know all these details? Because she was in front of the tall mirror, drying her hair and applying makeup, in her birth suit. The mirrors were all located in the aisle to access the lockers and she was perfectly comfortable in her nudity, where everybody could see her, including myself.I don?t think I know any lesbian, so I have no idea if that young woman was a lesbian looking for a partner, or if she was an exhibitionist wishing to be seen.To my eyes, she was simply a very confident young woman, comfortable in her body, good for her. Not only did I totally respect her, but I also utterly envied her.I felt a strong attraction toward that woman. I couldn?t keep my eyes off of her.That young woman intrigued me in a very strange almanbahis şikayet way. Since that day when I saw her the first time, I have never forgotten her, and I found myself walking around naked, hoping to see her again, or to be seen by her.In the past fifteen years or so, I've often fantasized about making love to a woman, but I?ve never crossed paths with a woman who caught my interest, until that day.One day, in the locker room, I was spreading lotion on my legs, totally naked, talking with Jaquie, my locker-neighbor, about how much we miss travelling and we talked about some of the trips we made.The young woman, whose name later I found was Sylvie, joined the conversation telling us how much she?d love to travel, but she never found the right companion to travel with. She was in the locker area beside ours, spreading lotion on her legs as well.?So many things can go wrong when you travel with friends,? I said. ?It?s better if you travel with a friend you?re intimate with, or you put the friendship at risk. That?s at least my personal experience.??I love listening to people talking about trips and watching pictures of places I?ve never seen,? Sylvie said.Was that a hint? I decided to seize the opportunity and tell her I have several pictures of trips in Europe and the US.?I can talk for hours about places, and I have tons of pictures,? I said.?Really? That?d be amazing,? she replied enthusiastically.So, I invited Sylvie to my place for a tea the day after. I wanted to invite her that week because my husband was out of town for a business trip.Sylvie arrived the day after at nine, as planned.For her I also prepared a chocolate and coffee cake hoping she loved chocolate as much as I do.I wore a pair of blue capris pants and a light blue buttoned shirt. My underwear was a middle-red lacy bra and matching panties. I don?t usually wear shoes when I?m home. I actually don?t wear a bra either. I hate bras. I wonder what the hell Mrs. Crosby had in mind when she invented such a pesky garment. Anyway, when I have guests, I make an exception, and I wear a bra.I was nervous and excited; I had butterflies in my stomach. I didn?t know what to expect from that date.Sylvie was a very polite almanbahis canlı casino young woman. She brought me an orchid in a nice vase.?I don?t like to cut flowers. I like giving something that can grow, not die,? she said.It was a moving thought. Was she talking about our relationship as something that could grow?She had a nice black dress, tight on top to show her breasts, and soft on the skirt. She had black sandals that she left by the door.She was a delicious package that I dreamed of unwrapping.My apartment was on the second floor and I led the way upstairs. Climbing up the stairs, I knew her eyes were on my ass. I wished I could read her mind to know what she was thinking.I showed her my little apartment and invited her to sit on the couch. On the coffee table I placed the cake and my laptop with the pictures.?How did you know I have a weakness for chocolate?? Sylvie asked me.?I didn?t know, but I hoped so,? I said. ?I love chocolate too, and I made this cake thinking of you.??Oh,? she said, ?then I hope they were nice thoughts.??Very nice, very? rich and sensuous,? I said.I noticed her nipples poking at the top of her dress and I found myself licking my lips.?Would you prefer coffee or tea?? I asked her, trying to move my thoughts somewhere else.?Tea would be great,? she said.I showed her my selection of teas. I have quite a few.We sat on the couch, sipping the tea, and talking about anything that got in our mind to know each other better. We talked about trips mostly, but also books and movies.I liked her. She had a sweet calm voice and I liked how she moved her hands talking. When she giggled, the sound vibrated in my heart.She was thirty-five with a failed marriage in her past. She never remarried and never had children. They simply never arrived.I instead had a husband and children. My children moved on with their lives, and my husband had an office job that took him out of the house most of the day and sometimes a few days in a row if he had business trips.?Sylvie,? I said, ?it?s already noon. Would you like to have lunch with me???Well, I?d love it,? she answered. ?Can we prepare something together??I opened the fridge to see what I had and together we opted almanbahis casino for a salad full of delicious things. The preparation was the best part, teasing each other, talking about life, and laughing.I felt light; I don?t know how to explain. She wasn?t there to judge me; she was there to engage in a new relationship wherever that relationship was going to take us.After lunch, Sylvie used the restroom, and I began clearing the table, making coffee.When she came back, I turned to say something, but every word escaped from my head. Before me, there was the same beautiful girl that intrigued me so much in the locker room, with the same outfit I first saw her with. She was naked.I felt my nipples suddenly stiffen, my pussy tickling, and my knees becoming noodles. I held my hands on the counter behind me; it was the only way to not fall on the floor and make a bad first impression.In the softest and sweetest voice, she said, ?I hope you feel like I feel because I can?t wait another second,? and slowly walked closer to me.She was very close to me.?Stop right there,? I said. ?I want to look at you.?I looked at her, lingering a little longer on her tight nipples and the perfect dark triangle at the center of her body.?You are so beautiful,? I said, feeling all the air leaving my lungs.She cupped my breasts, brushing my nipples through my shirt and bra.With the tip of her nose touching mine, she whispered, ?I like sensitive nipples.?I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply to memorize her flowery scent. She then traced the outline of my lips with her tongue. When I parted my lips, she slipped her tongue inside my mouth.Somewhere, I found the strength to move my hands to hug her and stroke her hair.Our tongues met and I felt like an electric shock going from my scalp down to my ass and pussy.I moved one hand down to stroke her back and down to her ass and I began fondling that amazing, firm ass. I moved the other hand to stroke her breast. I was dying to stroke those breasts and to pinch her nipples.She broke the kiss to whisper, ?One of us has way too many clothes on.?I giggled. Then I felt her hands unbuttoning my pants while I pulled up my top over my head. Jeez, I loved getting naked in front of her. She hugged me and, with her hands in my pants, she returned the favor and began stroking my ass cheeks.She knelt before me and pulled my pants down and off my feet.Still knelt, she rubbed her nose and mouth on my mound still confined inside the panties.