My first lesbian experience was when I was twenty and traveling with my mom’s friend. I worked for her as an intern in the company she owned. My parents thought it would be safe for me to work for her and assist her in her presentations as she traveled the country promoting her products.

Turns out, she was a closet bisexual and she just so happened to get a hotel with only a king sized bed. That night, she talked to me in bed for hours about sex and sexiness, then when it was time for sleep, she cuddled my boobs and kissed my neck.

I kissed her back and that evening we made out for what seemed like hours. I still remember her hands as she reached up my shorts on the inside of my leg.

We had both had quite a bit to drink that evening and I can still taste the alcohol on her breath. It was sexy and magnificent.

Her breasts were the first boobs I had ever touched. It was fun to touch another woman’s titties, but also it was kinda a let down, as they felt like titties, which I also had!

But when her fingers began tickling my clit I came unglued! My leg started shaking and I started shivering. She removed her hand from my pussy and licked her finger and then said, “goodnight sweetheart,” and kissed me on the forehead.

To this day, I still don’t know why she stopped.

We didn’t have sex that night or ever, but I still think of that night constantly. It was the hottest what might have been moments of my life.