The Lesbian Bar
Copyright© 2026 by Ashley
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Jennifer and Patrick decided that they were going to get married when they were both only twelve years old. Eleven years later, and they're still saving up for their dream wedding. She finds their lovemaking enjoyable, although nowadays it rarely satisfies her needs. Having known nothing else, though, she is happy enough. Then, while away on a business trip, she accidentally strays into a lesbian bar and is seduced by a young and beautiful girl.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian Fiction Analingus First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting
So, I’d been very excited for weeks: my very first trip out of town on my own! The company that I work for is sending me across the country to help tend our stand at a sales convention.
My fiancée, Patrick, doesn’t seem very happy as he sees me off in the cab, but I’m really looking forward to it. Even the announcement of a delay because of snow at O’Hare doesn’t dampen my mood. Not at first. Then it’s delayed again, and slowly my enthusiasm begins to wane.
When I finally get to the hotel, it’s pretty late, and I’m tired, techy, and desperate for a drink. After the day I’ve had, it’s a relief to see someone at the front desk to check me in. But I’m less impressed when she tells me that the bar is closed, and there’s no room service after nine. Consoling myself that I’ll have a small bottle of white wine (or two) from the minibar, I head up to my room.
My language is somewhat unladylike when I find that there’s no minibar, and I’m torn between giving in, having a quick shower and calling it a night, or venturing out and trying to find a very much needed bar. Then I remember seeing neon signs out of the cab windows not too far away. _Fuck it! I need a drink, I think, before grabbing the key card and leaving.
I say some more bad words when I discover that it’s begun to drizzle with rain, and hunch my shoulders as I head in what I hope is the right direction. I only go one block before I see some familiar beer signs, and I almost run inside. It’s noisy and very busy, and I can’t see any empty tables, but I don’t care: there are a few vacant stools at the bar, and I head straight over. A few minutes later, and I start to relax just staring happily at my very large glass of Chardonnay. Taking a huge swallow, I allow my head to slump back as the wine begins to warm my belly and spread out, washing away the tension of the day.
When I open my eyes and look around, I see a lot of couples on the dance floor and some others fooling around at tables. Not unusual. What is unusual is that they’re almost all girls, and the few guys I can see are very clearly gay. I’ve stumbled into a lesbian bar.
Like everyone, I’d seen lesbian scenes in movies and on TV, and sometimes thought: that looks nice, all those lovely soft curves. And now, as I watch many similar bodies happily cavorting together, I can’t help imagining being with someone who knows exactly how my body works. Even then - and I’m not sure why - I feel like I’m intruding, and decide to just finish my drink and then call it a night.
Then a young woman sits down on the stool next to me. She doesn’t say a word, just looks at me. She is very beautiful, with a cute bob, incredible green eyes, killer cheekbones, and blood-red lipstick, like a luscious wound on her perfect face.
My eyes are drawn down to her incredible cleavage, her breasts barely covered by a cream-colored halter dress with a V so deep that I can see her navel. It’s so short that, with her legs crossed, her upper thigh is visible almost to the hip. All of the flesh on display is a uniform honey brown color, and she looks absolutely fabulous. As I drag my eyes slowly upwards again, I realize that the way I’ve been staring at her body has been way too obvious, and I cringe inwardly, waiting for a withering look from her. But she’s not angry; in fact, she’s smiling. And then her eyes start to travel down my body.
If anything, she’s even less subtle about it than I was, and the way she’s looking at me makes me begin to tremble. It takes me right back to when I was fourteen years old and I’d been cornered by a boy at school that I had a crush on. He was being very, very nice, but his eyes, as they roamed over my young body, seemed as if they could see right through my clothes; it was as if I was naked, and my innocent body reacted to it as if I was being stroked in my most intimate places.
This woman’s eyes are every bit as hungry as his had been, and are having exactly the same effect on me, only this time I know precisely what’s going on.
“Marie,” she says huskily, pinning me with that hot gaze, and reaching out a hand.
“J-J-Jennifer,” I stutter, still feeling fourteen and trembly as I go to take it.
“If you don’t mind me saying you look ... a little terrified,” she says. We shake, and then her fingers slide a little higher, around my wrist.
“N-N-No,” I stammer. “I’m not frightened.”
“So what is it that’s got your heart pit-pattering like this, then?”
I panic as I realize that she’s feeling my pulse! “I’m not gay.”
“Really?” Marie says with a grin. “Maybe you should explain that to your heart ... and your eyes ... not to mention your nipples.” I’d been vaguely aware that as Marie had been ravishing me with her eyes, my nips and my clit had both been swelling, but it’s only when I glance down that I see how obvious they are. I blush furiously and Marie giggles. God, she’s got a cute giggle!
“You are so fucking cute!” she says, licking those bright red lips with the tip of her tongue, and then she pauses while my brain does somersaults.
“Have you ever been with a woman?” she asks, staring deep into my eyes with those twinkling green pools. My pussy clenches involuntarily, and I swear that at the same exact moment, her smile widens. Jesus. Can she tell the effect she’s having on me?
“No,” I croak.
“Would you like to?”
“I’m engaged,” I blurt out, and she raises an eyebrow. “To a man,” I add hurriedly.
“That’s lovely. I’m very happy for you,” she says, leaning a little closer; her perfume is heady and intoxicating. “But that’s not what I asked.”
This is absolutely insane, I think, reaching for my glass to deflect from my confusion. My hand shakes as I lift it to my lips. Why am I so fucking turned on? I drag my eyes from her ridiculously sensual mouth to find those eyes sparkling with amusement as she watches me behaving like a scared little girl. I want to kiss that mouth so much!
Marie tilts her head and pouts at my indecision. “May I at least kiss you, Jennifer?”
“Yes.” I’m shocked to hear the word come out of my mouth ... but I don’t regret it. She turns her head slightly and, as I see her lips edging towards mine, I lean into the kiss. As soon as her soft lips touch mine, my eyes flutter closed and my heart flutters open.
A lifetime later, I feel a terrible sense of loss as her lips leave mine.
“Do you want to dance?” she asks.
I nod, not trusting myself to speak.
The small dance floor is crowded, so we dance quite close. I’m almost mesmerized by Marie’s beautiful, sensuous movements. The silky material of her dress only accentuates her high, firm breasts and her pertly rounded bottom; both, as far as I can tell, unencumbered by any underwear. My own attempts seem clumsy in comparison, and I’m relieved when the music switches to a slow number.
Marie takes me in her arms, pressing her incredibly hot body against me, and nuzzles into my neck. I cling to her as soft kisses and licks turn my legs to jelly. With a hand on my ass, she nudges her thigh between my legs, and I gasp into her ear at the sheer relief of some desperately needed pressure on my clit. She takes my hand and places it onto her ass, and I can’t stop exploring every luscious curve. She is indeed totally naked under her dress.
We dance slowly around each other, her thigh rubbing on my pussy, getting me hotter and hotter and wetter and wetter. Our breasts rub together deliciously, and I can feel her hard nipples even through my top and bra.
We kiss again, open-mouthed, licking, hungry kisses that make my head spin. The music, the crowd, everything seems to fade into the background as my world focuses down on Marie’s sweet mouth and the desperate needs of my body. I clamp my legs tightly around her thigh, horrified by how near I am to climaxing, but unable to stop myself. Fuck! What is this woman doing to me?! If she were to push her hand down the front of my jeans and finger me, I’d joyously let her!
Marie puts her mouth next to my ear. “Please let me make love to you, Jennifer,” she whispers.
“Yes,” I whimper in reply; no thought necessary. “Yes, please.”
“Are you close?” she asks, and again I flush bright red.
“Yes. Very.” I confess, giggling.
She leans back, gives me a look that almost melts my eyeballs, and then moves her mouth close again. “You are so fucking gorgeous, but I meant, are you staying close by?”
My giggles became a bit hysterical. “Just around the corner.”
I’m hugely grateful as she puts her arm around my waist. I do the same, and we make our way unsteadily to the coat rack, and then to the door.
The walk back to the hotel is a bit of a blur; my only real memory of it is a cute young girl walking toward us who smiles approvingly, and then winks at me as she passes. Oh my God. She knows exactly what we’re going to do!