I met Caroline in a coffee shop in the suburbs of a city in which I was staying for business. I had an apartment paid by my company and there was a fantastic, kitchy little area nearby with all kinds of shops, restaurants and this wonderful little coffee shop. I'd been working there for about a month and one day in the coffee shop Caroline and I struck up a conversation and I joined her at her table. Enjoying her company, we started meeting in the mornings before work. Caroline is 40 years old with a rock hard body, beautiful face, in exceptional shape, divorced with no children. She has black hair against light, olive skin. One weekend she invited me to her vacation home in the Arizona mountains. I was to find out it was one of 3 she had around the world.

We went for a morning hike one Saturday and as we got to this rocky overlook, she took off all her clothes. Never really finding sexual excitement in other women, she was still very good looking no she wasn't; she was beautiful. She encouraged me to do the same and not really wanting to, she didn't pressure but did say that it wasn't about being sexual it was about being natural, in nature, in a fabulous place and really feeling nature around you. In a few minutes I was stripping too. I am a natural blonde though my hair between my legs is a very light brown mixed with blonde. I hadn't had a man in my life for over a year so I wasn't shaved or trimmed though in it's natural state I'm not too hairy down there. Carolines black hairs were trimmed and shaped perfectly. So, naked we took off to a higher overlook. I found out that she owned all this land around us so encountering others wasn't too likely since it was fenced, marked private property.

We lain in the sun for about an hour with the breeze blowing over us. As I stood up to start back she told me to look and pointed to my pussy. I was dripping wet, it was literally dripping from me, I couldn't believe it. She leaned me against a boulder and started licking me. Adding fingers inside me, I said nothing but I did cum, a few times. When she stopped she stood up, kissed me long and deep and told me that it didn't have to mean anything, she was glad I enjoyed it and that I didn't have to do it to her. We walked back to the lower precipice and there I kissed her, she hugged my body close to hers and my hands roamed all over her. I kissed her breasts, her butt, then licked her beautiful and, to my surprise, incredibly good tasting pussy. As we got dressed she was talking like nothing happened, and before we took off for the house, she kissed me, held me and told me that it didn't have to mean anything other than we were friends, very good friends who enjoyed a morning together and it should make us even closer as friends.

When we got back to the house, as she was making small talk I stripped off my clothes. Telling me how beautiful I was she took me to her bedroom and made love to me. My first lesbian experiences were that day. I'd kissed a couple of girls, even felt a few naked boobs, let other drunk college girls feel mine, even my pussy, but this was the first attraction I'd ever had to a woman. For the rest of my months in that city I was a lesbian. She and I would go out holding hands, kissing in public, dating as if we were a straight couple. She even made me get naked and walk around a parking lot in public to her enjoyment with some teen boys following me, she kissed me and fingered me in front of them before taking me in the car back to our home.

I'm gone now, back home, we keep in touch, but she never really asked me to stay. I think I would have. I do love her, I think she loves me. It's been a month now, I don't really want to find another woman, for that matter wouldn't know how or where to look. I'm going on a date with a man tonight, but I write this knowing I'm going to be thinking that I'm cheating on Caroline all the time.