One night at Gowings

A wonderfully true story

It had been a big day, at the end of November last year. One of the biggest in my career. The AFR rated us as one of the fastest-growing startups. I left my husband of 17 years, 2 years earlier and it had been a crazy time on all fronts. 

The marketing genius I work with had planned a photoshoot for the moment I arrived in Sydney from Melbourne. So I dressed to impress! I wore a recently acquired Fleur Wood dress (size 8). A sleeveless floaty long satin number with a frill across the bust across the bottom from mid calf to ankle. I am 165cms so I never need to alter clothes. 

The photo shoot went perfectly. I stood on the rooftop of the coworking space we have an office in. The sky was grey and the breeze lifted my Farrah Fawcett hair as I posed looking up from the open newspaper in my hand. The light, the movement, and the moment were all divinely timed.  

Photo taken. "Time to go", says the marketing genius. Places to be. People to meet. First stop Google offices to talk about collaboration opportunities. Then the mandatory LinkedIn post I had to write then and there in the foyer, to hit the prime time 3pm scroll a clock. I'm lucky to have this genius in my life btw. Second stop The Fortune of War Hotel. Sydney’s oldest pub in The Rocks. It was pouring rain by now. Great chat with a friend and colleague who was also in town from Melbourne. Next a corporate event with one of our partners. More men in suits in one room than I have seen in a long time. Judging by the eyes on me as I strolled through the crowd I felt like the desert that was yet to be served. I am normally a little stimulated by that concept but in this case on this day, I had a very strong adverse reaction. “Marketing genius, get me the hell out of here”. 

I return to my hotel. The QT. A refit of the old Gowings building. Sexiest hotel I have stayed in, and I have stayed in many. It's dark. The staff are seductive, with old world colourful clothing, buttoned up but short. Strong lipstick and painted nails. Always! The light fittings are feathers and the music is suggestive. 

I decided the best thing to do now is to have a nightcap at the bar. It is not a new idea for me. This place has started to become a home away from home. I sit down at a round high table, just back from the bar, with my glass of Pinot Noir and open up LinkedIn. Never have I ever had such a response. 30,000 views, 700 likes, 150 comments, and counting. Dopamine levels are as high as marketing genius predicted. But the pressure is on. I need to respond to all these comments. I sit there with my head buried in my phone.

I lift my head to sip my wine and notice a man looking at me. Intently. I make eye contact and then look back into my LinkedIn world. 

Next, I notice in my peripheral vision, this silver fox get up off his seat at the bar and move towards me. I look up, he introduces himself. "Hi my name is Anthony and I think you should meet my friend". I say "hello", and look towards the bar to see who his friend is. 

Anthony is tall and slender with short grey hair. He is wearing a shirt and dress pants. He is drinking a martini. 

His friend is a very pretty blonde woman wearing a little black dress that shows her muscular legs and fleshy cleavage. Her makeup is light and natural. Her blonde locks fall just below her shoulder line. It has a slight wave and is perfectly in place. She is immaculate in the most natural way. She is like a girl next door movie star.  

I agree with Anthony. I should meet her. He asks me to join them for a drink. Goodnight LinkedIn friends.

I get up and move across to the bar. Anthony buys me another Pinot Noir and Carolyn another Champagne. We are all in a happy, flirty mood and cover lots of topics quickly and effortlessly. 

Suddenly (after about 20mins) Anthony, who I now know to be gay, pronounces “You two should fuck”. I looked at Carolyn again and then back at Anthony and said, “I agree!”

Carolyn is a little more reserved about the idea and explains that she has never been with a woman before. Later I learn that Carolyn is 52yo but she looks 32yo. Anthony said, “That's okay, just kiss now and see if you like it”. Who is this guy? I thought 😂

I leaned over from my stool at the bar between Carolyn and Anthony and started gently kissing her. First with my lips and then with my tongue. Our fate was sealed. She was pleasantly surprised by how soft and sensuous the kiss was. I was not surprised. I felt the same way the first time I kissed a woman. 

Carolyn agreed now. We should fuck. Anthony’s job was done apparently. He stood up and wished us a great night.  We finished our drink and headed to my room in the hotel. As we made our way there I realized I was the one who should take the lead since I have had few more experiences than her. 

We got into the room and I immediately took off my RMs and socks and then lifted my dress over my head. Thankfully I was wearing nice black lace panties. No bra, the straps on my dress do not allow it. Fortunately, I have perfectly perky tits, so braless works. Carolyn sat at the edge of the bed. I moved over to her and started kissing her again. She slipped her black heels off. I then started sliding her dress up her thighs, over her waist and then we both pushed it up over her breasts, neck, and head. 

She was wearing an expensive black French lace matching bra and panties. One would assume that perhaps she did come out tonight wanting this, if not for her shyness. 

She laid back on the white-sheeted bed. The room is seductive, dimly lit with hues of red and orange, single-serve Negroni bottles, martini glasses, and a red leather bedhead.  

We continued kissing. I then started sucking gently on her earlobes, her neck, her nipples. I stayed there enjoying her gorgeous full tits with my hands, lips, tongue and mouth. Then I began to move my fingers down towards her belly button and then ever so slowly towards her pussy.

I caressed her inner thighs and outer lips interchangeably. By now she was softly moaning. Her back arched and her head pushed back into the lush pillows. I began moving my lips down her body, softly licking her belly button on my way. As my head got closer to her bald pussy I started stroking her inner lips and circling her clitoris with my fingertips until my tongue reached it and moved up and down her entire vulva and around her clit. I then slowly inserted my finger into her vagina. She was so close to orgasm. I could feel it. 

Her clitoris was now plump and erect and her pussy dripping wet. Her breathing was heavy and her body began to writhe around. I pushed my finger in and out, faster and faster and she climaxed. Her body tensed and lightly shook until she fully relaxed. I looked up to see her glowing face and content smile. I had just given a beautiful woman an orgasm. I felt amazing.