| Lesbian: Romantic: Love by the Lake (1/3) |
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My romantic life was on the skids. Night after night I went to the lesbian nightspots. My friends were always telling me about how they had met their true love at a club or at least found a great sexual playmate. But, all I ever got out of the experience was a hangover from drinking too much at the bar while trying to look cool. After months of having no luck on the dating scene, I had resolved to live out my life as a hermit. That’s what they make toys for, I thought to myself. It wasn’t too bad at first, but as the weeks passed my cats started to give me a look that seemed to say “Don’t you have somewhere to be?” The sad part was I agreed with them. One Saturday morning, I decided enough was enough. I just had to get out and go somewhere. I figured a short road trip would do me some good. I was driving along the interstate when I saw the signs for a nature preserve. It might be nice to get outdoors and enjoy some fresh air, I thought. The place had several trails open, but I decided on the one that wrapped around the lake. The park ranger told me to be careful of snakes and to watch for the big spider webs that were along the paths. I was suddenly very glad that I had dressed in jeans and hiking boots before leaving the house. The park was beautiful with the canopy of deep green leaves covering the walkway. The only sounds I heard were from the birds and squirrels. It was such a change from the loud bustle of the city streets at home. I made my way down to the lake and found myself a nice shady spot to sit back, relax, and watch the wildlife. The sounds of nature had nearly lulled me to sleep when I heard the sound of footsteps. My eyes opened to see the figure of a stunning woman coming towards me. My heart skipped the proverbial beat as I took in her beauty. She was taller than me and lean, very athletic. Her long blond hair hung in a loose braid, swaying from side to side as she walked. Her hiking boots and outdoor attire, complete with khaki shorts and white cotton button up shirt, hinted that she was probably a regular on these types of outings. She looked as if she were heading out on an expedition to some exotic location. “Oh, hi. I didn’t mean to disturb you,” she said. “No, you didn’t. My name is Janice.” I waved casually. I just couldn’t let her getaway. “You can join me if you like.” “Sure. I’m Kara.” She plopped her backpack on the ground beside me and the two of us fell into easy conversation. I had just met this woman and we were talking like we’d known each other for years. It turned out she was in the same boat as me, tired of the dating scene and, she too, was a recent convert to the hermit lifestyle. I had asked what bars she had hung out at and I recognized the names as some of the same lesbian clubs I had frequented. How could I have missed this stunning woman as many times as I had been in those places? I couldn’t help but fantasize about the hot sex we could have had if we had hooked up at one of those bars. I could almost taste her lush lips and feel her breasts in my |
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nice story
