An unfamiliar attraction evolves into a searing love affair when a working wife travels to Houston and meets a beautiful business colleague who turns her world upside down.

Was it possible for me to be attracted to another woman — attracted in a sexual way? I never thought so until I first laid eyes on Karyn. Here I was, twenty-eight years old, married for nine years, blissfully and quietly going about my life certain that I had things figured out.

A recent promotion found me traveling to my corporate office in Houston for two weeks. It was my first business trip and the first time I had been on my own for an extended period. I was shy and nervous upon arrival, although I looked forward to meeting several people with whom I’d developed a friendly rapport on the phone. I had created pictures to go with the voices on the other end of the line, but nothing I’d envisioned had prepared me for the sight of Karyn when she first wandered out of her office. She was tall, voluptuous and about my age — nothing like I’d pictured. She had the most striking coloring I had ever seen: black hair and dark brown eyes contrasting with her creamy white skin.

Upon our introduction, I stood there stunned. She gazed at me with those eyes and I breathlessly broke eye contact. Unfamiliar with this kind of sensation, especially with a woman, I was both giddy and uncomfortable. I felt this wave of uncanny recognition — and attraction.

I spent the entire time in Houston puzzling over what was going on between us. I used every possible opportunity to be near Karyn, both on the job and off. Some evenings we would go out on the town, always with several coworkers. I found myself longing for a chance to be alone with her. Sitting next to her at work, I drank in her sweet fragrance and longed to touch her hair and skin, imagined how her lips would feel on mine: I noticed a lack of men in her life and grew jealous of the attention she paid to female friends. I finally had to admit to myself that I, always so naive and unassertive, was lusting after a woman.

Day by day it became more impossible to concentrate on my job. Suddenly there was only one more weekend separating me from a return to a life that now seemed numbingly routine.

Just when I had given up and decided that nothing could come of the thing, Karyn approached me and asked me whether I would care to spend the weekend at her apartment. There, she said, we could go over some last-minute paperwork and not be interrupted by the usual office distractions.

My heart jumped. I left the hotel and loaded my belongings into Karyn’s car. I daydreamed about what might happen once I was alone with her. At the same time, I was terrified. I felt I would go wild if I didn’t do something about my feelings, and it could make for an awkward or embarrassing moment of truth. Still, my mind kept wandering to a black lace camisole with matching panties I’d bought during my stay in Houston. When I’d made the purchase, I pictured myself modeling them for Mark, my husband.

Based on her invitation, I had by now convinced myself that Karyn might be as interested in me as I was in her. As things turned out, though, she showed me around her small apartment, made up the couch for me, said her goodnights, closed her door and went to bed.

I tossed and turned on the couch that night. Before she had closed her bedroom door, she had begun to pull up her sweater as we talked. My eyes were drawn to a brief display of crean1y skin bared from the top of her jeans to just below her full breasts. I saw this minute detail of her body over and over as I tried to sleep and ended up stifling my moans when I reached for my lubricated pussy. At least I felt closer to her when I came on her couch, where we had sat moments before.

The next day, after we’d finished the last of the paperwork in a marathon session, Karyn announced that we would celebrate with dinner at a trendy night spot. Anticipating our night, I slipped into the black lace lingerie and a black silk blouse and matching skirt, completing the ensemble with black stockings and my highest heels, also black.

“You look sensational,” Karyn exclaimed when she saw me. She stood there in a low-cut cashmere sweater dress that clung to her figure. She sized us up and said, “Do you think we’ll pick up any guys?”

I replied in a flirtatious manner, “Do you want to pick up guys?”

She looked away and seemed to blush. “I was only teasing. I know you’re happily married. Anyway, I’d rather keep you all to myself tonight.”

I pondered that line all through dinner, then was taken by surprise when Karyn suggested that we make it an early evening. When we got back to her place, she pulled a bottle of wine from the refrigerator. I wondered whether I should take a drink that might really unleash my inhibitions and cause me to irrevocably offend an important business contact.

We sat together on the couch with our wine, and the conversation dwindled to nothing. I met her eyes-those warm, inviting brown eyes. She seemed to arrive at a decision all of a sudden and reached out to touch my long, honey- blonde hair. She felt its texture, then began to stroke it lightly. My senses were overloaded; I grew instantly aroused.

“I’ll stop if this bothers you,” she said quietly, drawing me into her arms.

I held my breath for a moment. All I could do was shake my head. My heart was pounding. Nine years of marriage and I had never been unfaithful to my husband. I had never even seriously considered it. Now I wanted this as badly as I had ever wanted anything, and it seemed that Karyn wanted it too.

“You’re so beautiful,” she said, lightly running her fingertips over my bare arm. “I always wished I could be petite, like you.”

A pleasant warmth began to spread from my pussy throughout my body. I still hadn’t the faintest idea of how to make a move, but I wanted Karyn to know that I was hers for the taking.

As she stroked my aim, I managed to stammer, “I wore some of my favorite lingerie. Would you like to see?” She looked deep into my eyes for a moment, then gave me a slow nod. I shyly took off my blouse to reveal the black lace camisole — I love lace, and Karyn seemed to love it too. Her soft hands now had new territory to explore, and they skimmed

my tingling shoulders and neck.

The one fact driven home to me that night was that unlike making love with a man, there is no frantic rush with a woman. Events can unfold ever so slowly, like the blooming of a rose, petal by delicate petal. Somehow, in its delicacy there is passion as great as, or greater than, any I had felt with a man.

Karyn reached out and stroked my breasts and massaged them through the camisole. I closed my eyes and reveled in the moment. Never before had I allowed myself to be so lovingly worshiped. My pussy obviously loved the attention too-I was so very wet even before Karyn began to run her fingers under the camisole, caressing the satiny skin of my breasts. I was utterly turned on by this time and said to her, “The panties match this, if you’d — “

“I’d love to,” Karyn murmured thickly. There was no sound in the room but that of the hook and zipper as Karyn sensuously, deliberately undid them and pulled off my skirt, lightly brushing my flesh with her fingers. I was now left in only black lace and stockings.

She took another sip from her glass, her eyes holding mine. “Come wi.th me,” she said in a sultry tone. She took my hand and led me to her bed, and I sat down on it and kicked off my shoes. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. No doubts were left, and I could luxuriate in the full experience.

Karyn reached for the tops of my stockings and slowly peeled them off, revealing even more velvety flesh to caress. She sighed deeply, then wordlessly turned her back to me and lifted her shoulder-length hair so that I could unzip her dress. I slipped it off her, then unhooked her bra, revealing luscious, full breasts with pale pink nipples-they were even more perfect than I had imagined.

She turned to me and brushed my cheek with hers. “What can I do for you?” she hissed in my ear. “What turns you on more than anything?”

My pussy is easily the most sensitive area on my body. When I told her this, she gently removed my camisole and panties and laid me on my stomach. I felt her lips and tongue dance down my back. I was entering another world. She began licking my lips, and a guttural hum escaped my throat. My moans grew louder when her tongue began swabbing my clitoris. I was squirming so much; the sensations were that powerful. In response, her fingers grabbed the insides of my thighs. When she felt how wet I had become, she said, “Look at that” and slipped a finger inside me.

She urgently turned me over. I was lubricating wildly, and my scent was filling the room. I wanted so badly for her to eat me, but she didn’t. She slithered up my body so that she was lying on top of me. We melted in a passionate embrace.

I began to feel guilty that she was doing all the work. I brought one thigh up between her legs and pressed it against her pussy. She drew her head back and caught a deep, jagged breath as her wetness smeared my flesh.

I could no longer resist her breasts, which were now so close to my face. Tentatively at first, then with a growing hunger, I kissed her breasts, then felt her nipples harden as I caressed them with my tongue. “Harder,” she whispered. I began sucking in earnest and licking her nipples-actions that felt good on my own breasts-and she pulled me closer, urging me on.

She was so turned on now that I instinctively knew she would come at any moment. It was as though we’d honed our lovemaking rhythms for years.

Her hand reached down to my pussy again while her lips parted over my mouth, and we kissed for the first time. I was delirious, almost giddy, as if I were discovering sex all over again. Her mouth was large and pouting, and her tongue searched for and caressed mine. Then, as the sensations became jumbled in my brain, her fingers stroked my slippery cunt and she kissed her way down to my erect nipples, licking and sucking them. I hugged her to me until she pulled free and, with determination, moved downward on the bed.

Karyn’s lips grazed my tangle of pubic curls, and it was in the ensuing moments that I became hooked on making love with this wonderful woman.

“So Pretty,” she murmured as she gazed at my pussy before leaning forward to kiss it. She knew precisely what to do with her tongue. When she discovered my clitoris, she strummed it with her tongue while at the same time slipping first one, then two fingers inside me. With her tongue rhythmically flicking over my clitoris and her two fingers sliding and twisting against my inner walls, I exploded in the orgasm of my life. I had always thought that the notion of seeing stars or fireworks was a quaint romanticization. Now I knew otherwise.

I floated back to earth feeling like a feather. Karyn was lightly kissing my pussy, probably aware of how sensitive it can be after orgasm. Only now did I realize how much I had turned her on. Of all the turn-ons in my life, the greatest is when I know I’m turning somebody else on.

Now I wanted to arouse her even more, to make her come as I had. To introduce her to the same stars and explosions I had just felt. I wanted to fasten my lips to her cunt and stay there for all eternity. With an urgency that nearly frightened me, I moved on top of her and began sliding sensuously down her body, my breasts pressing against hers, then against her smooth stomach, then her wild mass of black pubic hair, until my lips were in her curls. I parted her thighs, then hesitated. She was excited by my touch. “Please, do it,” Karyn said.

I pressed my face down on her, letting my tongue burrow inside to taste her sweet cream. She squirmed as I slid my tongue in and out, savoring and swallowing her taste. I could almost feel her sensations in my own pussy as I sucked on her spread lips and then moved up to concentrate on her clitoris. She raised herself off the bed to meet my mouth, over and over, and I grasped the cheeks of her ass with my hands, squeezing, my fingers kneading into her flesh. Suddenly she was moaning and rolling her head from side to side, and then she came in a long spasm as my tongue circled her clitoris in tight little strokes.

Afterward we lay there holding each other, tenderly stroking each other’s hair. “I never thought I could get this to happen,” Karyn confessed. “The first time I ever saw you, I wanted you. I figured you were probably too straight for me to have a chance.”

I reached up and kissed her on the forehead. I had to laugh. We had been going through exactly the same emotional turmoil for the past two weeks, both of us afraid to make a move, both thinking the other too straight for such an encounter to be possible. Now we know better.