"Got a light?"
Melissa looked up as she was putting her lighter and cigarettes back into her small purse. Standing next to her at the bar was another young woman, maybe a couple years older than her own 22 years. The young woman was striking, with shoulder length, slightly curly red hair. Her face was nearly flawless, her lips full and pursed in a slight smile. And her eyes were a bright green that caught the dim light of the bar and seemed to magnify it.
Melissa realized that she was staring and tried to cover by pretending she hadn't heard the woman. "What?" she asked, feeling the heat of embarrassment coloring her cheeks.
The other woman smiled knowingly. "Your lighter....may I borrow it?"
Melissa fumbled with her purse. "Of course," she stammered. "Sorry....it's so loud in here. " She turned and offered the lighter, but the woman didn't take it. Instead, she leaned forward and placed her cigarette between her lips for Melissa to light it. Again, Melissa found herself distracted; this time by the ample cleavage that the woman revealed when she leaned over. Her breasts were amazing, Melissa thought, probably C-cups. She realized then that the woman wasn't wearing a bra beneath her tight fitting black dress and that her nipples were hard and straining against the fabric. She felt her own nipples harden in response.
The stranger gave a slight clearing the throat noise and Melissa realized she hadn't lit the cigarette yet. She lit her lighter and held it up for the woman. Melissa was surprised at herself...she intentionally held the flame low so the woman would have to lean just a bit more to light her cigarette, revealing a bit more of her lovely breasts. As the cigarette lit, she looked right into Melissa's eyes and smiled.
Melissa's cheeks colored again when she realized she'd been caught ogling the woman. She turned away and put her lighter back into her purse.
"Thank you very much," the woman said in a throaty voice and then exhaled the smoke toward Melissa. When Melissa only nodded in return, she went on. "My name is Anna." Again she smiled.
"I'm Melissa."
The other woman chuckled and took the seat next to Melissa at the bar. She took another drag of her cigarette and gently blew the smoke toward Melissa again. "You're not very talkative, are you?"
Melissa didn't know what to say. Was it just her imagination, or was this beautiful woman coming on to her? An attractive girl herself, she was no stranger to being hit on...although it was usually a guy doing the hitting. She'd only ever had one experience with another girl a year before when she was still in school. It was an experience she cherished....and one she wouldn't mind repeating....
The two got to talking, nothing too in depth, just the usual small talk made at bars by people who've just met. As time went by, Melissa found herself very attracted to Anna. Apparently, the woman was 30 years old, which surprised Melissa; she didn't look any older than 25.
They had a couple of drinks while they chatted. Finally, after a trip to the ladies' room, Anna returned and picked up her purse.
"Leaving so soon?" Melissa asked, almost desperately. She didn't want her time with Anna to end.
Anna smiled knowingly again and looked at the watch on her slender, cream colored wrist. "Already?" she asked, surprised. "We've been talking for over two hours."
Melissa checked the clock behind the bar and noticed she was right. It was half past two in the morning. "Wow," she said. "Time flies, huh?"
Anna's smile widened. "When you're having fun." She placed another cigarette between her lips and grabbed Melissa's lighter. "I have to meet up with some friends back at my place." She said as she lit the cigarette.
Melissa frowned. "Okay," she said meekly. "Well...it was nice to meet you."
Anna tilted her head back and blew smoke up into the air. Her eyes never left Melissa's. "Why don't you just ask?"
Melissa's eyebrows came down in an expression of confusion. "What do you mean?"
Anna laughed. "You want to come home with me, but for some reason you won't ask..."
Melissa wasn't even going to deny it. "What about your company?"
Again, Anna laughed. "Oh, I'm sure they will like you just as much as I do." She stopped laughing and added in a low voice, near a whisper, "You are very sexy."
Melissa was shocked by Anna's straightforward manner. Despite their flirtatious conversation, this was the first conclusive proof that Anna was trying to pick her up. She wasn't going to miss this opportunity. "Can I come with you?" She was only slightly embarrassed at having to ask.
Anna seemed very pleased by the question. She exhaled her cigarette smoke gently toward Melissa's face. "I bet you will," she said and smiled wickedly.
The cab ride took about fifteen minutes, but they may have been the longest fifteen minutes of Melissa's life. In the back seat, Anna was pushed right up against her, one breast rubbing lightly on Melissa's arm. She also had her hand on Melissa's leg, rubbing the inside of her thigh just below the hem of her short, leather skirt.
By the time they reached Anna's apartment, Melissa's panties were damp from desire. She couldn't wait to get this hot woman upstairs; her mind was racing with the possibilities.
Anna lived on the fourteenth floor so they got into the elevator. When the doors shut, she was surprised when Anna strongly pushed her against the wall and leaned up against her body. Their breasts pushed together and Anna slid a leg in between hers, rubbing her inner thighs. Her face right up in Melissa's, she smiled that wicked smile again. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" she breathed.
Melissa gave a slight moan of pleasure as her body reacted to Anna's. She was so overwhelmed with desire she couldn't respond. Anna chuckled and leaned in, pressing her lips to Melissa's. The kiss quickly became hard and strong, Anna shoved her tongue into Melissa's mouth. Her hand found Melissa's right breast and started fondling roughly.
She broke the kiss. "Well?"
"Yes," Melissa gasped and tried to resume the kiss. Anna leaned back avoiding Melissa's searching lips.
"Yes what?" she asked in a demanding tone.
