Without letting go of Sam and breaking the kiss, Jenny nestled in her pocket for her keycard. She found it, and with a slight buzz, the door unlocked.

The two women stumbled through the door. For a moment they stood in the dimly lit entry, looking at each other. The tension was palpable.

Sam wasn’t really sure what to do. Before Adam, when she was still dating, the expectation would’ve been for the guy to drive things forward. But in the absence of a man, the rules obviously changed.

Jenny sensed her insecurity. She leaned in and started to gently kissing her face and neck. Her fingers took a strand of hair that had slipped over her face whole making out in the hallway and tucked it tenderly behind her ear. Her fingers traveled along the ridge of Sam’s ear, down to her earlobe and onto her neck. They followed the collar of the blouse she wore and down the line of buttons. Carefully, she started unbuttoning her.

With every button she opened, her lips traveled a little deeper down Sam’s neck and into her cleavage. Once the blouse dropped to the floor she was kissing her neck, collarbones and shoulders. Sam shuddered when Jenny’s hands traveled down her side and onto the small of her back. She was wearing a black lace bra and panties. One of the few remaining sexy pieces of lingerie she owned. Over the years, whimsical and daring had made room for practical and comfy. She started to wonder why out of all her underwear she had chosen this one for a business trip. Right now she was glad that she had done it. Was her subconscious trying to tell her something? Were lesbians even into nice underwear? Or was that a heteronormative thing, only to please the men? Why was she suddenly overthinking this?

Sam closed her eyes to shut out her thoughts and focus on the present moment. Jenny’s tenderness and careful exploration of her body made her arousal build. Slowly, slowly, but inevitably and powerful like the rising tide of the ocean. Her knees went soft.

Jenny took her top off as well. On her now exposed skin, Sam mirrored her caresses. Her hands and lips traveled over Jenny’s neck, and shoulders. She found herself watching herself, trying to gauge the reaction to every little movement. After 20 years with Adam, their sexual and sensual encounters happened largely on autopilot. They were so intimately familiar with each other that they knew exactly what the other one enjoyed. This was different. This was exciting and new!

She nestled with Jenny’s pants. Down to the floor they went. She was wearing simple, black cotton underwear that contrasted with her delicate, pale skin.

Sam also dropped her pants. The two women embraced and kissed, bringing as much of their skin as they could in contact with the other. Their hands moved freely over their bodies, unencumbered by textile barriers.

“Lay down on the bed” whispered Jenny into Sam’s ear. She obliged, feeling nervous. Jenny sensed her tension. “Relax” Sam took a deep breath. What was she doing here? For a brief second she thought about getting up and leaving. That’s what was the right thing to do. But that is not what she wanted to do. She wanted this. She wanted to feel this, to experience this. The experience something that was new and risky and exciting. She released her tension a little bit.

Jenny slid onto the bed next to her. Propped up on one elbow, she resumed kissing her. At the same time, her hand started to wander over Sam’s body. Starting on her shoulder, it traveled down her arm, just barely touching the sensitive skin on the inside of Sam’s forearm. A slight moan emerged from her mouth. Jenny reacted with a little smile, Sam could feel the tension on her lips change for a second, as they continued to softly kiss each other. Jenny’s hand continued and reached her own. Their fingers intertwined for a moment. From there, Jenny’s hand continued to slide downward, moving on to her side, landing of the smooth tissue of Sam’s panties. Sam turned slightly towards her and bent her leg. Jenny followed her movements, tracing along the outside of her leg, softly caressing the silky smooth skin. When she reached the back of the knee, Sam gasped. This was one of her most sensitive spots. As Jenny’s fingers lazily lingered and explored there, Sam’s hips started moving. Her arousal grew and she started longing for more.

Jenny took her time. Slowly her hand explored the soft inside of Sam’s thigh. Always returning to the back of the knee, her hand traveled a little higher up Sam’s leg, until it reached the point where the naked skin met the hem of her panties. Jenny’s finger traced along the textile line, from inside the thigh out towards the hip. Sam’s butt clenched and she pushed herself towards her, her vulva trying to follow Jenny’s hand.

Jenny felt Sam’s lust. She flattened her hand and traveled over the silky smooth fabric back towards the middle. As her hand started to slip in between Sam’s legs, Sam started moaning, opened her legs and pushed further towards her. She gasped and moaned as Jenny started to softly rub her labia and the little bump at the top. She was getting very wet.

Jenny placed her hand squarely on the triangle of Sam’s panties, cupping her vulva. She increased and decreased the pressure of her fingers, almost like playing scales on a piano. The different points of stimulation were almost too much for Sam. Her hips bucked, she clenched her abs and pushed her shoulders up. Sitting up, she flipped Jenny on her back and mounted her. She grabbed Jenny’s wrists and pinned them down over her head. She leaned forward and kissed her sloppily. “My turn”, she smiled. Jenny smiled as well, approvingly.

Sam suddenly laughed. Jenny looked at her puzzled. “What’s going on?”

“Usually at this point, in this position, I would feel Adam’s boner push against my panties. But I guess I’m working with different hardware today.” With that, she slid down and began pulling down Jenny’s panties.

Speaking of Adam made her think of her husband. What would he think? Would he be jealous? Angry? Or would it even turn him on? She knew from some past conversations that he occasionally watched lesbian porn, or whatever the porn-industry labeled as such. So girl-on-girl action at least sometimes tickled his fancy. Of course it was a whole different story if your own wife was involved.

She brushed the thoughts aside and focused on the woman in front of her. Jenny was watching her, as she dove in between her legs. Ever since her self-pleasuring phantasy from earlier that evening, the image of the bird cage tattoo and its neighboring areas had not left her imagination.

She started to kiss Jenny exactly where the tattoo was. She had never done this to another woman, so she wasn’t really sure what to do. In the end, she decided to imagine what she herself would enjoy and gauge from Jenny’s reactions if she was on the right path.

Her lips and tongue traveled up Jenny’s inner thigh. The higher she got, the more she felt Jenny strain with anticipation. She decided to take a detour, avoiding the pubic area and traveling up over her hip and to her bellybutton. From there she started going downwards again.

The closer she got to Jenny’s pussy, the slower she advanced. Sam took her time, covering every inch of her belly with a soft touch by her fingers or lips. By the time she reached the strip of neatly trimmed pubes, Jenny’s hips were rocking in anticipation.

Sam paused, her kisses lingering on the upper end of Jenny’s pubes. Very slowly she moved down, slowly applying more pressure with her tongue. She took in the other woman’s scent. Warm and strangely familiar, yet so different from what she was used to.

The very tip of her tongue brushed against the skin at the top of Jenny’s clitoral hood. Jenny gasped. Her clitoris was hypersensitive and longing to be touched. Sam now softened her tongue and generously licked the area of her clitoris and upper labia, all the while avoiding the little pearl at the center of it all. Jenny’s quickening breath and moans signaled that she was on the right track.

Curious, she proceeded further down, sliding her tongue in between the pussy lips and into the entrance of the other’s vagina. She had never tasted another woman, and was surprised how different it was from her own body. Jenny put a hand on her head and pinned her softly in place. Sam obliged and pushed the tip of her tongue as deeply as she could into her. Jenny gasped.

Jenny now guided Sam’s head with her hands. She had her hands buried in Sam’s hair. Whenever Sam hit a particularly sensitive spot, she grabbed a little tighter. Sam quickly learned to follow those signals and now fully gave in to pleasuring the other woman. Her lips and tongue explored the entire area. Jenny was moaning and very clearly enjoying it. Sam settled into licking her clit in a gentle, steady rhythm. Jenny’s moans got louder and quicker. “Put a finger inside” she gasped.

Sam carefully pushed her index finger into Jenny’s vagina. It was soaking wet and slippery from Sam’s saliva and Jenny’s own juices. “Two fingers!” the young woman ordered. Sam obliged, and pushed her middle finger in as well. She felt her fingers stretch the walls of Jenny’s pussy and pushed the first knuckle in. Her fingertips felt the rough area on top of her vagina. She slightly curled her fingers up, massaging the area. Jenny let out a deep moan. Sam smiled. She knew that moan from herself. It meant something like “That’s the spot! Keep going and don’t you dare stopping!”

Sam’s tongue on the clitoris and her fingers settled into the same rhythm. Jenny’s hips bucked wildly, almost throwing Sam off once or twice. Jenny’s hands were buried in Sam’s hair. Sam kept going her pace increasing ever so slightly. She felt Jenny’s abs and legs clenching, as she approached the edge of the building orgasm. Sam kept going, leaning into Jenny’s tense body. Her tongue was now flicking frantically over Jen’s clitoris and her fingertips put constant pressure on the area inside just below. With a guttural half moan, half scream, the tension released and Jenny’s body was shaken by a powerful orgasm.

Gently, Sam released the pressure of her fingers and retreated her fingers from Jenny’s vagina. Her tongue stopped as well, as Jenny’s rocking body slowed down and relaxed.

Sam smiled. She had never seen another woman orgasm in real life, much less have a hand in it. Joy flooded her, as she moved up next to the younger woman, hugging her and feeling her panting body slowly relax into the afterglow. Jenny turned towards her and kissed her. She looked deeply into Sam’s blue eyes. She smiled.

Sam’s own arousal had ebbed as she concentrated on Jenny’s pleasure. But when their tongues touched kissing, it felt like sexual energy was flowing back into her body. Her excitement lit up, like blowing on hot coals. She moaned. Jenny leaned into her, their chests touching. She slid out from under her so Sam fell forward, now lying on her stomach. Jenny’s hands and lips now caressing her neck, shoulders and back. When Jenny leaned over her, her long hair fell on Sam’s back, sending tingling shivers down her spine. It was so soft and warm.

Jenny playfully bit her shoulder. Sam drew in a short breath. The slight pain stoked the embers of her body. Jenny traveled down to the small of Sam’s back, covering her with kisses and playful strokes. When she reached Sam’s butt, she gave another little bite. Her hands rested firmly on her butt cheeks. Sam opened her legs slightly to encourage her to go further. Jenny did. Her hand traveled down Sam’s leg, down to the inside of her knee. Sam breathed in sharply - this was one of her most sensitive spots. Jenny’s hand traveled back up, along her inner thigh. She lifted her hip slightly to allow Jenny’s fingers to reach her vulva. At he same time as her fingers started playing with Sam’s clit, she let her thumb slide into Sam’s vagina. Sam gasped from the sudden intense stimulation. This felt so incredible. She pushed her hips up, towards Jenny’s hand, and Jenny pushed back. The firm pressure of Jenny’s thumb and the skillful play of her fingers send waves of pleasure through Sam’s body. Sam buried her face in the pillow as Jenny skillfully sent her arousal to ever new heights. The room around Sam disappeared. All she felt was intense pleasure filling her. She rode the feeling for a while. Was it seconds, minutes, hours? She didn’t know. All she knew was that the woman was giving her sensations she had never experienced like this before.

Suddenly, Jenny added an additional layer of sensation by softly biting her butt. The pain created ripples on the surface of the sea of pleasure she had been gliding on. The ripples quickly turned into waves that shook her body. And then she felt it. An enormous wave, a tsunami building deep inside her. She watched it build, fueled by Jenny’s caresses, but also by all the sexual energy of the day. All the erotic images of the day flashed in front of her eyes - the birdcage tattoo, her own image in the mirror, Jenny’s eyes on her body, the taste of Jenny’s pussy, the sound of her moans, the echo of this afternoon’s orgasm. Another bite sent her over the edge. The tsunami crashed over her, the orgasm filling her body. She screamed into her pillow as pleasure shook her body. She collapsed, laughing and crying at the same time, as wave after wave rolled over her, slowly ebbing away.

Jenny very gently laid down next to her, taking her in her arms, but not saying a word. Slowly, Sam caught her breath. She wiped away a tear and exhaled deeply. “That was…” her voice trailed off. She couldn’t describe what she was feeling.

She turned to Jenny. “That was something else…” Jenny looked at her, and the playful twinkle was back in her eyes. “So? How did you like playing for our team?”

Sam thought about it for a second. “I don’t know. It was… different. The orgasm sure was mind blowing. But I feel like something is missing. Do you know what I mean?”

“I’m guessing it’s a bit like when I slept with guys. With some it was quite pleasant. But it always felt like something was missing. Do you want to stay here tonight?”

“I’d love to.”

With that, they slid under the luxurious covers. Both were still completely naked. Jenny was spooning Sam. She whispered in her ear:

“Good night, Sam. Thanks for finding out what was behind that door”