M stood at the passenger door while I came around to open her door. Before I put the key in the lock, I unbuttoned the one button on her coat, which ...ell partially open. Taking a step back, I could plainly see m?s cleavage, her navel, the tops of her stockings and best of all, her little landing strip of pubic hair. I opened the door, m got in and her somewhat limp body melted into the passenger seat. her coat slipped down her right side, completely exposing her right leg and stocking top,. Problem is he's rarely sober. I help him though. I think I keep him alive."She wanted to know more about me. I kept it superficial. I reminded her of the date and promised complete revelation when she persisted."Tell me something," she said late in our conversation. "Do you have a girlfriend?"I watched her carefully when I answered, "I do." If she found out about us, about tonight, would that be it?" No. She accepts my sleeping around. I accept hers." It must hurt a little if she's seeing some. The air was thick with steam but that wasn't why I was having trouble breathing. Fogged up glass blurred her form but I could see her hands were lathering shampoo in her breathtaking copper-coloured curls. I reached for the handle and slowly pulled against the magnetic closures. They gave with only the slightest sound. I took in her naked form and had a sense of déjà vu, but she was more lovely and stimulating than I had ever imagined. Eyes clamped tightly closed against the potentially. We sat cuddled in companionable silence. She broke it. "Usually the next question is "So you are a lesbian?" I hate to disappoint you, but I wasn't thinking along those lines. I was thinking more about my grandmother and how she and yours might get along. Whether you’re a lesbian or not doesn't seem to make a lot of difference. I am here with you, not your sexual preferences." That's a surprising way of looking at things. Most girls either get excited or freaked out at the idea of being with a.