From: ABC@XYZ.COM (JYM)
Subject: JYM - The Encounter F/F
Date: Sun, 29 Sep 1996 14:01:54 GMT

						The Encounter
					Comments to GJ@SPRYNET.COM

	It was a chance encounter in an antique shop in a wealthy
suburban town in Connecticut.  I live in a neighboring town and visit
the shop regulary.  I don't know where she was from and probably never
will unless she shows up again sometime when I'm there.  But before I
tell you about it let me give you some background to set the scene.

	I'm thirty-one, married, and I work in the claims department
of a large insurance company.  My husband is a compter programmer at
another insurance company.  We've been married for six years, no
children yet.  I'm a fairly attractive brunette with brown eyes and a
nice, athletic figure.  My long legs are my best feature.  Another
thing you should know is that things haven't been going to well
between Jack and me lately.

	Anyway, I drove up to the shop one hot July afternoon.  I had
taken the day off because I needed a break.  It was no big deal, I had
plenty of vacation time accumulated.  I was wearing a sleeveless tank
top, a short denim skirt, and sandals.  I work out regularly to stay
in shape and I looked pretty good as I left the house.

	I arrived at the shop and the owner, a woman named Sue,
greeted me warmly.  I've been a customer since they opened a couple of
years ago.  It's a big shop that spreads over 8 or 9 rooms in an old
building that's been extensively refurbished.  We chatted for a few
moments and then the phone rang.  I drifted away and started to
browse.  Since it was mid-week and very hot, there weren't too many
people around.  I only ran into one other person in the first few
minutes I was there.

	Then I noticed another woman, younger than I and blonde.  Her
hair was worn very short, giving her a rather boyish look, but she was
very pretty.  Her hair was very light, white-blonde, and she had big
hazel eyes flecked with green.  She was wearing green nylon jogging
shorts, a T-shirt, socks, and running shoes.  She looked to be about
24 or 25.  We smiled politely at each other as we passed but didn't
speak.  She had numerous piercings in her left ear and my first
thought was "She's gay."  That didn't bother me, I've never had any
hangups in that area.  As we passed each other, I noticed her glance
drop to my chest.  I'm small on top, 34b, and I wasn't wearing a bra
that day.  I knew my hard nipples were visible through the thin cotton
and I enjoyed that.  I've always enjoyed a little exhibitionism.

	I continued on into another room and browsed there for maybe
10 minutes.  When I moved on to the next room, the blonde was there
and we smiled at each other again.  I moved around the room and out
again.  A few minutes later she entered the room I was in.  I was
crouching in front of a curio cabinet, examining some jewelery on the
lower shelves.  She glanced down at me and smiled and her gaze
lingered on my legs.  I knew my skirt was up a little and I
deliberately moved so that more of my legs were exposed.  She paused
and whispered, "It's not nice to tease."  Then she turned and slipped
out the door.

	I ran into her again a few minutes later.  I still hadn't seen
anyone else except Sue.  The blonde was sitting on a low stool while
she looked over a collection of silver displayed on the lower shelf in
a big curio cabinet.  I moved around the room and wound up next to
her, looking at some antique jewelery displayed on the upper shelves
of the cabinet.  A minute or so later I felt a light touch on my
ankle.  I glanced down and saw  that she had the tips of her fingers
resting lightly against my ankle.  I was curious and, I have to admit,
a litte excited, so I didn't move or say anything.  I continued to
look at the jewelery, pretending more interest than I actually felt.

	She ran her fingers up the back of my calf, pausing briefly at
the back of my knee.  Then they moved on up my thigh.  I shivered as
she caressed my thigh.  Then she was lightly caressing my buttocks
with the flat of her hand.  I was surprised when she spoke.

	"This old silver and jewelerly is lovely, don't you think?"

	"Oh, yes," I replied.  "I love coming her to look at it."
Just then her hand moved higher and she hooked a finger into the waist
band of my panties.  Before I could react, she gave a quick tug and
pulled them down over my hips.  I glanced around quickly but there
wasn't anyone around.  She had my panties down around my ankles in a
few seconds.  I automatically stepped out of them, not wanting anyone
to come in and see them there.  The blonde scooped them up and tucked
them into the waist pouch she was wearing.  Then she glanced up at me
and smiled as she ran her hand up my leg again.

	I started to move away, but she pinched me on the inside of my
thigh and whispered, "Stand still.  This is what you get for teasing."

	I froze and stared down at her in silence as she caressed my
bare buttocks.  I was trembling when she removed her hand and stood
up.  She took my hand and led me out through another room and into a
short hallway.  At the end of the hall there was a small room used for
storage.  She led me into this room and closed the door.  Then she
released my hand and whispered, "Don't move a muscle.  Do you
understand me?"

	I nodded and stood there while she unsnapped my skirt and let
it fall.  Then she lifted my top off over my head and dropped it on
the floor.  I stood there in my sandals and shivered from a mixture of
fear and excitement as she ran her hands over my nude body.  There was
a small table in the room and she pointed to it and told me to get up
on it.  I did as she asked and squatted there while she fondled my
breasts and stroked my buttocks and thighs.  She leaned close and
kissed me on the mouth as she slipped her hand between my legs.  I
moaned and blushed when she chuckled and whispered, "My, aren't we
wet!"  She quickly and expertly masturbated me to orgasm.  It was
fantastic!  The room was hot and I was sweating heavily when it hit
me.  

	After my orgasm, she stepped back and swiftly removed her
clothes.  Her breasts were bigger than mine and very beautiful.  She
had me get down from the table and kneel.  She leaned against the
table with her legs spread and guided my mouth to her vulva.  She was
wet and ready.  I'd fantasized about going down on another woman, but
never thought it would happen.  I was scared and excited.  She had a
sweet taste that I liked and I pushed my tongue deep into her wet
pussy.  She moaned and stroked my hair as I licked her to orgasm.
When it was over, she drew me to my feet and hugged me.  We were both
sweating heavily.  We rubbed our bodies together for a few moments as
we kissed.  Then she stepped back and picked up her bra.  We both
dressed quickly, but she kept my panties.

	She opened the door cautiously and glanced out.  There was
nobody around.  We slipped out and walked down the hall.  At the end,
just before the first display room, she turned and kissed me again.  I
moaned and pressed myself against her as her tongue flickered deep in
my mouth.  She chuckled.  "You're a hot slut, aren't you?"  Before I
could answer she turned and walked away.  She paused at the door on
the other side of the room and waved.  Then she was gone.  

					The End