Jaye's Erotic Notebook: Seeking

Seeking

A note from Jaye:

Dear Readers:

This story originally came out several years ago, and I was sorry to see the wonderful www.oystersandchocolate.com go offline; the publishers there were amazing women who were dedicated to the unbound word, and supported the early careers of many writers. They were the first to see the value in this little tale and to understand Cassie and Nicole. I hope you enjoy sharing this first encounter of two people who are...seeking...

Hugs,

Jaye

The pub was well lit, one wall nearly all glass with floor to ceiling windows along one side, and Cassie was looking around the room with curiosity. With a central fireplace surrounded by a collection of well stuffed chairs and an outer ring of more intimate tables, the room invited as much or as little mingling as one would care to engage in. It also, she thought, made it very difficult to figure out if somebody was waiting for you or not.

Over at one table, the woman who could have been her appointment was chatting into a cell phone while looking at a laptop, so Cassie had to assume that she wasn't the one she was supposed to meet. At a comfortable chair near the fire, another woman sat, and while there was an empty seat on one side, she seemed absorbed in a book and thus an unlikely candidate for the woman Cassie was to meet here. As she swept the room again, taking in the older but still attractive woman tending the bar and her elegantly bobbed graying hair, a warm voice seemed to speak of the air just behind her, startling her.

"Cassandra, I presume?"

Stilling her heart, Cassie turned to see who was speaking. A woman who could have been anywhere from 30 to 45, had materialized behind one shoulder. With a startled laugh, Cassie nodded.

"And I'm Nicole," said the other woman. "It's nice to meet you."

***

Nicole ran her fingers gently through Cassie's hair, who closed her eyes and let the sensation of the older woman's nails gently massaging her scalp send shivers down her spine that were both warm and cold at the same time. The wine and the joint were buzzing in the younger woman's system, and a sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as she relaxed deeper into the couch. Nicole brushed a stray lock of hair away from Cassie's closed eyes and over her ear, then continued trailing her elegant nails along her soft cheek, down her throat and gently along her collar bone. Part of Cassie knew she should object, and a part was unsurprised to find that she couldn't bring herself to do so. The room was so warm, and she felt so comfortable in the dim firelight that taking the energy to do anything other than tilt her head back into the cushions was impossible.

Taking the sigh as consent, Nicole placed her other hand on Cassie's cheek, gently stroking the soft skin with the back of her fingers. The hand on Cassie's collar bone traveled lightly down and across the swell of breast exposed by the open top buttons of her blouse, Nicole's fingertips tracing the light pressure of the lace bra cup peeking through there.

***

The woman addressing Cassie was dressed as if she had just come from a business meeting at a bank-conservative skirt and jacket with a cream silk blouse underneath, tiny diamond pinpoints in her ears and a single diamond solitaire pendant showing at the open throat of her shirt. The suit was well tailored, not an off-the-rack ensemble like Cassie was used to seeing. Her perfume was just as conservative as her clothes, a subtle scent that seemed to alternate between spicy and floral as Cassie tried to put a name to it.

"Yes," she replied to the question. I'm Cassandra, but please, call me Cassie."

The other woman smiled, and reached out a hand. "Ok, Cassie, I'd invite you to call me Nikki, but I always feel about 10 years old when somebody does." The two women shook hands politely, and Nicole gestured to the bar. "Can I get you a drink? I'm having wine."