"Give me one day,” Cathy had always said. “Give me one day up at my cabin, and I’ll make a new woman out of you. You’ll be bucking and moaning in no time.” I knew she was a little forward, as gay women go, but I’d always been intrigued by her offer.

Now here I was, sitting in front of her big hearth with the fire roaring-a little apprehensive, but very excited. She could see my nervousness, and it made me very happy to have her looking down at me.

“Playtime!” she announced suddenly and drew me to my feet. Cathy stood back and slowly shed her office clothes. Underneath, everything she wore was smoke-colored. She stood almost six feet tall in her heels and I liked that She kissed me wetly and I responded, sliding back at her with my drenched sex. I squeezed her ample buttocks as she began extracting me from my office clothes; I was very excited by her. Cathy then lifted me, now naked, onto the huge bed. By now I was unconcerned and just waiting for anything she wanted to do to me.

Cathy’s talented tongue flicked out at my nipples and trailed its way down my torso. She finally began to lick and suck at my clitoris as her lacquered nails brushed across my underarms and ribs. It was heaven! Before long I began to climax. I shuddered and heard myself crying out with much passion. The intensity of the orgasm all but’ made me shudder. In a few moments I saw that Cathy had stood up and gone to turn on the stereo.

As soft, sensuous music filled the room, she began to do a slow, sensuous dance while removing her underwear. She draped her stockings over my shoulders and then discarded the garter belt. Cathy then reached around behind her and unsnapped her bra to free her voluptuous breasts. She fondled and squeezed them, wetting her fingers and then rubbing her nipples. I was mesmerized, my eyes glued to her as she slipped out of her panties. Cathy put two fingers deep inside herself, and as her eyes glazed over, she withdrew the fingers and began to suck them. It was more than I could endure!

“Come back to me, Cathy,” I asked from the bed. “Please, now!” She looked at me lovingly and lay down spread-eagled on the already love-soaked bed. I was on her with a fervor. Never before had I been so hungry for the taste of another woman. I licked and sucked her like I never did as she groaned and pulled my face harder into her luscious mound. Soon she began to buck and pant, and then her body went rigid and I knew she had come. She settled back on the bed, her body heaving. I then began to lick and nibble my way up her torso. She smiled at me dreamily as we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I awoke with a start; it was morning! I could feel Cathy lying next to me, but for a minute I forgot where I good. Feeling me move about, Cathy pulled me into her arms. “Good morning, pet,” she said softly and kissed me deeply — I melted. “Let’s go down for some breakfast,” she cooed. We scampered downstairs and darted this way and that, preparing a sumptuous feast for breakfast, which we gobbled down like a couple of lumberjacks!

It was still a bit cool, but at Cathy’s suggestion we stripped off our robes and jumped into her steamy hot tub. The mood was light as we fooled around in the huge wooden tub like two very happy people. We pinched and poked each other, kissed and tickled, all the while giggling. We then went back upstairs to shower and freshen up.

In the shower we washed and fondled each other, getting more and more turned on. Cathy knelt down and buried her face in my pussy, her hands squeezing my ass. It was exhilarating, and as my knees began to buckle, I had to steady myself by holding onto the shower walls. When I had realized my arousal, I knelt on the shower-stall floor. Cathy was more than ready and touched my hair gently as my tongue plunged into her. “That’s right, suck-it, pet,” she suggested, and I did. I went at her with a vengeance. My fingers were into her flesh as I hungrily slurped up her love juices, and she sank to her knees as she came quickly. Face-to-face now, we kissed deeply and then relaxed under the spray of water.

We returned to the bedroom, where Cathy brushed my hair for the longest time, and then I did the same for her. Cathy then said she was going to choose our “outfits” for the evening. We chitchatted about work and other banal subjects, and I was feeling pretty relaxed about the whole affair. Cathy said that now that we had the city washed out of us, this was what she wanted us to wear. She handed me a flannel shirt, a pair of her panties and some fuzzy socks. She oohed and aahed as I turned to check my appearance in the full-length mirror and said I looked delicious. We padded around her cabin that way the rest of the day, reading and necking and getting things ready for dinner.

In the late afternoon, Cathy got a fire going that sent shadows jumping across the walls. We sat happily at the table, feasting on shrimp and salad. Dinner over, we retired to the fire-warmed couch. We began to kiss and fondle each other passionately, discarding our panties and groping for each other’s sex. Again Cathy was excited, and soon she had my face nestled in her sweet bush as I tried ever so hard to please her.

She was right. It had made a new woman of me, and by morning I was her devoted lover many times over. She now occasionally flirts with me in the women’s bathroom at work and asks me if I’m ready for a little of her brusque loving care come the weekend. I always am.