When the cubicle door opened, the lady emerged, adjusting her clothing as she walked. As they stood side by side in front of the mirror Laura checked her out. She was attractive with lovely skin for her age which, with a closer view Laura would now guess at mid to late forties. A few ‘laughter lines’ but no evidence of having work done: she didn’t need any. Before Laura realised it the woman had caught her staring, and held her gaze briefly before giving a smile which Laura attempted to interpret. It was too long for just friendly and the eyes said as much as the smile. Laura’s opinion stuck at, ‘I know you were eavesdropping, did you enjoy yourself?’ If that was the meaning then she certainly didn’t seem bothered by it. There was no sign of embarrassment or concern that she’d been caught in such a situation, on the contrary, she seemed quite indifferent.
As soon as the woman left Abbie’s interrogation began. “What was that all about, what’s going on?”
“I’ll tell you at the table, come on.” Laura grabbed her hand and rushed back to the dining area. Knowing they were in view of the women she tried to look cool and unaffected as they made their way back through the diners. Once they were seated at the table Laura gave her account of what happened. Abbie stole a peek at the two women.
“You’re having me on, right? They look like two normal friends out for a meal and catching up, just like us.” Laura had to agree. They sat slightly sideways to the table facing each other, both looking relaxed. The older woman showed no sign of the passive behaviour she had exhibited earlier. They chatted and laughed at each others responses. Laura began to question her own perception of the earlier events. Don’t be stupid she told herself, they were doing it in the toilets, no doubt at all.
“No, believe me, they were doing it—loudly,” she insisted to a still disbelieving Abbie.
“Blimey Laura, you’re like some sort of magnet for sex and depravity aren’t you. You go running round Devon naked, and get shagged, now your attracting rampant lesbians. You’re the married woman here, I’m supposed to be the young, carefree and single one.”
“It’s not all fun you know. I’ve had my bum spanked twice, and it bloody hurts, I can tell you.”
“Good. I feel like doing it myself, right now, out of sheer jealousy.” They started to giggle until Laura suddenly told her to stop, the women were leaving. They both picked up their drink as a cover for discrete watching. The younger woman passed their table, closely followed by her companion. Neither looked in their direction or gave any recognition of the shared experience. As they made their way to the door Abbie leaned out, repeating her scrutiny as with the waiter. “Nice arse on the taller one.”
Laura couldn’t wait for Andrew to return the next day, desperate to report back on the steamy encounter. As soon as he walked through the door, Laura started.
“Hey, you’ll never guess what happened last night,” she said before relaying details of the whole incident.
Andrew’s initial reaction proved to be the same as Abbie’s—disbelief. She must have imagined it; people didn’t do that sort of thing. People don’t get hunted while running around naked in Devon either she reminded him.
The incident stayed with her for days. She concocted various scenario’s in her mind of who the women were and what sort of relationship they had. Her favourite for a repeat run through was putting herself in the place of the older woman. More than once that daydream ran through her mind while her vibrator worked down below.
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