“The first day we met, what did you mean when you said one doesn’t need a man to have sex?”, she asked curiously.Tara laughed, her head falling ...ack as she did.“Come on, Meera. I thought you were smart. It’s pretty obvious”, she replied still laughing.Meera turns red and nods.“I know what you meant. I just don’t think women having sex with other women is as fulfilling as having sex with another man.”Raising her eyebrows, Tara turns to face her friend.“Do you want proof?”, she asks, her tone. I remember clearly the day Lucy arrived for an interview. The whole office, at least all the male staff, prayed she would be the one selected for the position. That day I recall that Lucy looked hot but not a tart, in a smart business suit and blouse.The suit consisted of a smart jacket and short skirt. The skirt was well above the knee and showed off her perfect legs that were covered by black nylons. She also wore nice high heels.Lucy, it turned out, was twenty-nine, married with two young. Of course, we all expected that it would be just her ass in jeans. And that is how it started out!To be honest, I had always wanted to see her ass so I suggested it might warm up faster if she dropped her pants. To my pleasure and excitement, she did! The roundest, firmest ass I have ever seen popped into view!After she finished she asked who was next. Well, I like showing so I took the challenge. Dropped my pants and started warming my ass. This brought a surprised "You're hard as a rock!". Parking the truck around the far corner of the building so nobody would see it she quickly made her way inside the bar. The first thing she noticed was that obviously the "older" crowd "ran" the bar during the early evening but as the night progressed the younger crowd invaded and the older guys retreated home in defeat. Walking across the bar she could feel their eyes on her but was relived that the stares were not emphasized with hoops and hollers' of "Hey baby I want some of what you is.