In her position as assistant baker at Tish’s Riches, Kit helped fulfill the standing pastry orders for their corporate customers and planned the rotating menu of truffle flavors. She took pictures and videos for social media content, because Gloria couldn’t be bothered. When Gloria remembered to post, Kit ended up deleting everything to repost with a voice better suited to the shop.
Beyond her job, she planned every last detail of her life on her online calendar, from leisure activities to time spent with family and friends and volunteer work. With tonight’s sojourn to The Woolf’s Den, she’d allotted two hours prior to bedtime..
It took one wink and an invitation to Sid’s apartment to disrupt her tidy, micromanaged life. As Kit followed Sid back into town, she wasn’t thinking of who might recognize her car driving streets miles from where she lived, close to midnight.
Just this once, she yearned to fly by the seat of her pants and go home with somebody she picked up at the Den. She’d suffered countless Saturday nights watching Annalise and other acquaintances stumble toward the bar’s exit with a hot lay in tow. Tonight it was her turn, and she didn’t care who in the bar gawked after her as they left. She wanted to finish what she and Sid started on the back patio.
Sid lived in a newly developed area of Dareville, where one would find the performing arts center, the culinary school, and a huge apartment complex. Kit admired the converted brick warehouses turned into residences and thought of how the proposed light rail expansion initiatives in Hampton Roads would make it easier for people to get from here to the beach and back, since the city would place a station right in front of the school if everything passed.
She mentioned as much after parking in a visitor spot and meeting Sid at her car.
“Of course, it could take a few years, and you might not be living here when it’s done. Not to say you’d leave, but maybe you’ll upgrade to a house later on,” Kit rambled. “And I don’t know if Dareville’s going to get light rail at all. Lot of locals don’t want it, because they think it’ll mean higher property taxes…”
“My apartment’s over there,” Sid announced, pointing to a window. She mashed a button on her key fob and her car doors locked with a curt beeping noise.
“Okay.” Kit took a deep breath and wrenched her hands.
“You alright, Kit?” Sid raised an eyebrow. “You look nervous.”
Butterflies tangoed in Kat’s belly. She laughed off her anxiety and sounded like a squawking bird. “Yeah? I’m fine, really. I’ve no reason to be nervous.”
Kit panned her gaze around the outside of the building. They were the only people outside.
“You’re not…” Sid cleared her throat. “You’ve been with a woman before, right?”
“Of course!”Damn, Kit, announce it to the neighborhood.Tidy, stiff Kit struggled for control and she fought it. “Yes,” she said in a softer tone. “I know exactly how it goes.”
Sid eyed her hungrily and pivoted toward a walkway. “Cool. Let’s go fuck,” she said.
~*~
Sid reached through her unlocked door to flip a switch before fully entering. She rented one of the smallest units in the building, with the great room serving as both her den and bedroom. A galley kitchen took up space in one corner, and a combination full bath and closet comprised the remaining square footage.
Sid had decorated the common area with furniture suitable for the rare company she entertained: a futon for sitting and sleeping, a bookcase for her cookbooks, and a desk to hold a monitor connected to her laptop for when she watched movies.
She ushered Kit inside and immediately began to undress. Kit followed suit and drifted toward the large window overlooking the street as she shed her jacket and undid her pants.
“The lights don’t bother you?” Kit asked, looking up at the bare rods lining the top frame.
Sid pulled her t-shirt over her head and reached behind her back to unhook her bra. “Not really. I wear a sleep mask. Being on the fourth floor, I don’t have any voyeurs, not that I’d discourage anybody.” She laughed.
“That answers my next question.” If Kit harbored any reluctance to fool around before an unblocked window, she gave no indication of it. Buttons and zipper undone, she next removed her shirt and bra before bending to shuck her pants. Sid admired Kit’s pale skin and smallish breasts, with thick hard nipples she could nibble on for days.
Now completely naked, Sid unlatched the back of the futon to lay the cushion flat, then settled in the middle.
“No, turn around,” she requested of Kit. “Let’s see that sexy ass.”
“There’s one in the room besides yours?” Kit laughed off Sid’s flirtations, and despite the flush of embarrassment pinking her face she obliged. No thong, but a tight pair of boyshort-style panties enhanced the shape of Kit’s backside. Soon they, too, slid down long legs to pool at the floor with the rest of Kit’s clothes.
Sid watched the awkward striptease, smiling and encouraging the older woman with low oohing and ahhing. Kit was slim with only slight curves, but also beautiful. Sid knew she’d feel warm and willing in her arms, and her pussy becamewetter as she anticipated Kit’s touch, her kiss, and their limbs tangled together in bed.
“Anything in particular you’d like?” she asked when Kit finally joined her on the futon. She rolled back and Kit pressed into her side and brushed fingers over one breast. Sid’s breath hitched at thezingof pleasure shooting from the nipple down her belly. She countered by sliding her left hand up and down Kit’s hip, lazily searching for an erogenous zone to exploit.
“Wow, huh. Nobody’s asked me that,” Kit said, stammering on a few words. “Everybody I’ve been with, we just went right to it. Scissoring, sixty-nine, the usual, I guess. After a bit of foreplay, of course.”
“Of course.”
Sid removed her glasses and set them on the small table at the head of the futon. When Kit asked if she’d be okay without them, she realized her omission. “Oh, these aren’t prescription,” she said. “They go with the outfit.”
