In which Chickenlady had an adventure.
Some years ago I had the opportunity to take part in something which can only be described as a truly Guilty Pleasure….

I went out with a good friend of mine one evening. The plan was to meet up with her sister and have a few drinks and a laugh, maybe even go clubbing.

I went over to Karin’s house and from there we were getting a taxi. In the taxi I began to worry about my shoes – I didn’t normally wear five inch stilettos, but they looked great.

We stopped outside a loud and busy bar, Karin paid the taxi. ‘I’ll get the first drink then’ I said to her.
‘Oh, you’re fine, don’t worry about it. Jen will get the drinks – she’s always loaded.’

Karin had told me about her sister Jen - she had some hot-shot job in London working for a glossy magazine. She lived the real Briget Jones life but seemed to have the whole boyfriend thing sorted too, ‘He’s some Hedge-fund guru’ Karin had said, ‘Gives Jen an allowance each month. No idea why; he’s not married to her, but I would guess that the sex is good, knowing Jen.’ I hadn’t yet met Jen but was already frightened of her.

We pushed open the doors to the place, smiled at the large bouncers and headed for the bar. It was packed, loud, and hot. I followed Karin and tried to ignore the trickle of sweat down my back. I wanted to look as if I belonged here, in this bar full of young women in their early twenties who held down interesting careers and had every man in here waiting for a look or even a word from them.

Karin was kissing a small, birdlike woman who had long brown hair flowing over her shoulders, Jen. They both turned and looked towards me. Jen smiled shyly and asked me what I’d like to drink. She had a husky voice and winked when she mentioned champagne. I was feeling more uncomfortable with these two elegant women – I was more used to washing up and doing the vacuuming.

I stood next to the glass topped bar and tried to look nonchalant as I scanned the room. It was full of city boys and their girlfriends – everyone looked as if they shopped in designer places and didn’t have to max out their credit card just to get a nice skirt. I knocked back the wine. Karin and Jen were still catching up with each other; Jen had some tale to tell about her boyfriend and Karin was laughing loudly. The bottom of my glass was the most interesting place I had ever seen, Jen noticed, ‘I’m so sorry, we’ve been ignoring you – that’s not fair. I’ll get you another wine.’ I began to worry about how much wine I was drinking. The room was feeling hotter, ‘Um, excuse me; I need to find the loos.’ I muttered and started to stand. Jen jumped up, ‘I’ll show you, I need to go anyway.’

Jen led the way to the ladies and then stood back at the door to let me go first. I joined the queue and waited, wondering what to say to Jen.

A cubicle opened, I went in and Jen was right behind, ‘It’ll save time if we both go in together, okay?’
‘Oh. Um. Right.’

Dear God, what was going on? I had never, ever been in the loos with a girlfriend; this was just plain bizarre; I wasn’t a teenager and now I had to pee in front of this woman I barely knew. I could do this, I thought, it was nothing, I was a grown-up, this was no big deal, just pee and keep looking down, avoid any eye contact and perhaps she’ll turn away.

Jen stood with her back to the locked door, ‘Your hair is a really lovely colour, who does it? I’m always on the lookout for a new colourist’ She leaned forward and touched me, ‘It suits you.’

I looked down, I really needed to pee. I started to push my skirt up and was pleased I’d decided to wear stockings; the satin lining of my tight skirt moved easily against the nylon, but I had to tug a little when it reached the top of my thighs where the skin was warm and damp. Quickly I pulled down my knickers and had the relief of pissing, at last. ‘Tissue?’ Jen was holding a wad of paper out. ‘Oh, um, thanks’

This was embarrassing. I was going to make sure I turned around when Jen went, despite Jen having no problems with watching me pee.

I pulled up my knickers, smoothed down my skirt and started to change places with Jen. I slid around behind her and was facing the door when she put her hands on my waist and whispered into my hair, ‘Turn around’ Slowly I did and then very lightly Jen kissed me, her pillar box red lipstick sliding against my nude beige. I gasped and pulled back, ‘Jen, what the-’
‘What? Never been kissed by another woman?’ Jen tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear and looked at me intently.
‘No, I haven’t and I’m not a lesbian’ I replied rather primly. Jen laughed and then undid the top button of my blouse. Again I gasped and realised that my nipples were hard and I was turned on - by a woman, and a woman I’d only just met. Jen undid another button and then slipped her small hand into my bra. It was cool, her fingers found and squeezed my left nipple. I felt a shudder of warm desire run up and down my spine and I knew that my face and chest would be flushed in a give away sign of how horny this was making me. ‘See, it’s nice, isn’t it?’ Jen looked me in the eye again and then lifted my breast out of my bra. She bent her head and took my nipple into her mouth. Her lips and tongue were hot and gentle as she sucked and lightly bit. I fell back against the door and moaned, my hand went up to my mouth and I sunk my teeth into the knuckle. Jen laughed quietly, ‘You never realised how good it can be with a woman?’ She lifted her head to kiss me again and I could see my breast was smeared with scarlet lipstick.

Now when Jen kissed me it was harder, more insistent; teeth grazing lips and tongue exploring my mouth and this time I was kissing back. Jen’s hand went back to my nipple and then her other slipped down the side of my skirt. ‘Jen, I…’
‘Relax, you’ll enjoy it.’ Jen’s hands were sliding my skirt over my thighs and up to my waist; she ran her hands along my stockings and up to my knickers, cupping my arse in her hands. I was lost, my breathing was ragged and irregular and waves of heat were pulsing deep within me.

She pulled my black knickers down and then told me to step out of them, her eyes were dark and she was breathing heavily too. ‘Lift your foot so I can see you properly.’ She dropped the loo seat down and sat back, took my black stiletto heeled foot in her hand and placed it next to her own thigh. She ran her fingertips around the heel of my shoe and then trailed them up my calf, thigh and slowly stopped at the top of my stocking and looked up again, ‘You do it. Let me see how you make yourself come.’ I couldn’t stop now, even if I had wanted to, so I slipped my hand down and felt my almost bare pussy. Jen’s hands moved up higher and touched the sensitive shaved mound; ‘I like it tidy, smooth. But I like it better wet.’ With her fingertips she gently opened my warm moist slit and leaned forward, dipping her tongue into me. I groaned and pushed my fingers towards my clit but Jen took them into her mouth and sucked them while she slipped two fingers deep inside and started to grind her thumb against me. I was wet, hot and throbbing and beginning to come; I was breathing in short, sharp intakes and could feel myself getting higher and higher. Jen stopped sucking my fingers, pulled me down and I started to come as she kissed me and fucked me hard with her fingers. I could hear loud groans and realised they were my own as we finally pulled apart. Jen slipped her fingers out of me and sucked on them.

My breathing was beginning to return to normal and I felt good, ‘My knickers?’ Jen had picked them up; she stepped into them and slowly lifted her skirt up to show me how she was completely naked and shaved. She slid my knickers on and pulled them tight around her pussy, then gently rubbed herself through the lace, ‘Now I can feel what you felt, and I can keep your smell with me.’ Jen dropped her skirt back down. I adjusted my clothes and took a deep breath, ‘Will Karin have missed us?’
‘Oh god no! She’s probably in the men’s rodgering that pretty boy from the bar.’ she laughed and then kissed me again, more gently this time, ‘You’re lovely and I’m pleased I’m your first.’



The most guilty part of this pleasure? Knowing that some readers will take this entirely as the truth….but those of you who know me…..washing up and vacuuming? Me? Please.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Sun 16 Mar 2008, 12:34, 21 replies)

I've gone blind!!!
Frankspencer - better that one if you dare.
I consider CL has thrown down the gauntlet with aplomb!
(Vic Flange, Sun 16 Mar 2008, 12:36, closed)

How many
people are feeling rather warm right now. Sets a very high standard, does chickenlady.
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Sun 16 Mar 2008, 12:44, closed)

Very, very nicely done!
(Now, chthonic, can we PLEASE have a QOTW for just pure smut?!)
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Sun 16 Mar 2008, 13:09, closed)

See?
That's why I like MILFs.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Sun 16 Mar 2008, 13:24, closed)

True or not...
You gave me the fackin' 'orn...
( Mr.Ons knows you can hear him, Earthmen., Sun 16 Mar 2008, 14:00, closed)

I, er, um, eh.....
um, I'll go in a minute, I er, I'll just sit here with my legs crossed for a few minutes more..... *thinks about margaret thatcher*
( baw__bag contains traces of nuts on, Sun 16 Mar 2008, 14:28, closed)

Good grief
glad I didn't read that one at work! I agree with Lunarjim, can't wait to see frankspencer's response.
(Bazongaloid, Sun 16 Mar 2008, 14:29, closed)

Bloody clickworthy that...
Oh Lady of the Chickens! Frankspencer has his work cut out...
( jim_bob can herd cats., Sun 16 Mar 2008, 14:49, closed)

What's "a girl"?
???
( writerblock ... embedding disabled by request on, Sun 16 Mar 2008, 15:28, closed)

Holy shit!

( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Sun 16 Mar 2008, 18:27, closed)

Caveat Editor
She pulled my black knickers down an then i stepped out of them, her eyes were dark and she was breathing heavily too. She dropped the loo seat down and edged back, took my black stiletto heeled foot and placed it next to her own. She ran her around the heel of my shoe and then trailed up my calf, thigh, and slowly stopped at the top of my stocking and looked up again. I couldn’t stop now, even if I had wanted to, so I slipped my hand down and felt pussy. Then the little cunt bit my thumb.
( writerblock ... embedding disabled by request on, Sun 16 Mar 2008, 18:34, closed)

Haw!
I got halfway into the porn and flashed to the bottom signature, convinced it was frank! I'm impressed-you totally fooled me.
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Sun 16 Mar 2008, 20:26, closed)

You didn't flush it
you naughty girl.
( Sonic the Hedgetrimmer doesn't care what you think, Sun 16 Mar 2008, 21:43, closed)

I'd
like to blame the horn on the pot noodle, but no, it's that story nice one CL and I'll agree with the sentiments above, we need a smut QOTW and also what on earth is frankspencer going to come up with to beat that...
( ogwen69 has returned from Reddit, Sun 16 Mar 2008, 21:52, closed)

Chickenlady, I'm shocked
And you with a convent education and all... Did the Nuns teach you that..?
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sun 16 Mar 2008, 22:27, closed)

Er...Chickenlady...
...are you doing anything tonight?
(Che Grimsdale Best before:, Mon 17 Mar 2008, 9:13, closed)

frankly
I find such posts morally repugnant.
(frankspencer, Mon 17 Mar 2008, 10:02, closed)

Clicked......
and also bookmarked for future....erm...reference
(turtles head is touching cloth poked a dwarf on the forehead at, Mon 17 Mar 2008, 10:15, closed)

BIG clicky!!!
Got surprisingly bigger about halfway through the post! Chickenlady, I only hope that "Jen" washed her hands and face.
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Mon 17 Mar 2008, 12:55, closed)

Thats..
some good writing! I appluad thee!
( MadAdamUk was last alive on, Mon 17 Mar 2008, 14:17, closed)

good grief, it's warm in here!
i think i'll, i'll, i'll just go and have a lie down, shall i?
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Mon 17 Mar 2008, 17:46, closed)