Almost all of my previous stories have been written for men, trying to capture the affair that they tell me they like. This story is obviously written for former cleaning woman, and as such is much more true to lifespan, without the `` over the top '' crudeness and flaky carryings on.
I do hope that you 'll like it.
Just note that the story, more or less, contains no sexual natural action, so if that 's what you 're looking for, then I 'd say to try elsewhere..
The only other matter before I start telling my news report : I 'd appreciate any feedback, whether positive or damaging, if you feel like taking the trouble. That 's the only way that I might meliorate my authorship.
Anyhow, to the report :


Always a popular girl, in her early years at school, Yvonne had circumstances of admirer, and life was good. But then, that 's how it generally is in the younger class of life, the girls mainly stick together and cause their little groups, often tending to shun the male child, whom they regard as too rough and too rowdy.
Anyhow, that 's the way it was for Yvonne, that is, until she and her friends reached the age of about eleven or twelve. At that time, the interestingness of many of her friends became all consumed with what the boys were now doing. Likewise, some of the sr. male child began to take the like degree of interest in Yvonne and her group of friends.

Yvonne though, found that she did n't share this Saami great sake in the boys ; to her, they were still just as rocky and as coarse as she 'd always retrieve them.
Because of this departure in their interests, Yvonne found that her popularity gradually waned, and when sexual closed book where whispered between the girls, Yvonne was frequently left out of the early 's confidences.
This is not to say that Yvonne 's own pubescence was in any way delayed ; far from it. She spent hours in bed, of a night, masturbating and enjoying the wonderful spirit that she was able to bring out in her body.

Even so though, there was a canonical deviation in onanism subprogram between herself and the other girls. While the others all had wondrous fantasies about boy or men, and imagined the sensations produced by masturbation to be that of being fucked by immense cocks, with Yvonne, the whizz were just vestal strong-arm delectation, and no idea of men ever entered her head.

One affair that needs to be noted, was that Yvonne initially received at least as a good deal attention from the boys, as did her booster, but while her friends all encouraged this attention, Yvonne did not, refusing all crack of get together or Nox out. Very rapidly, the son lost pastime in trying, and Yvonne was labelled as frigid and stuck up. This recording label did n't discomfit her at all, in fact she welcomed the respite in, what had initially been, their never-ending attention.

Anyhow, time passed. The other girls all had boyfriends. They graduated from school, and largely went their separate ways into grownup life.

A benefit to Yvonne, of having had less social life as she had lupus erythematosus to do with her booster, was that her pedantic effect achieved a high standard, and, on leaving school, she found that she was capable to incur an fantabulous job in the city.
Working life history was a totally new world to Yvonne. She found that she enjoyed her new line and life style, and enjoyed the bunco and bustle of the office.
The only downside to her new human beings, was that once again she began to attract the attention of men. On starting work, many of the single men that she worked with, and even one or two of the married men as well, took not bad pursuit in her, and she was many times asked to go out on a date.
Always being friendly, but nevertheless firmly declining these whirl, the unwanted attention lessened, then, when one of the men asked if her refusals were because she had a perm boyfriend, she, on the spur of the moment answered that `` Yes, it was, '' and so she found the pass stopped, and she had a cook excuse for her actions.

The office staff, whom she worked with, were mostly male, and of the couple of twelve other women, she found little in coarse, a orotund number of them being married and having different interests than herself, and well-nigh of those younger ones all seemed to feature the same overmaster interest group in the men of the office.
Lunchtime in the dining way, seemed to segregated into tables of the married women chatting about houses, children, what they were cooking for dinner, etc ; other tables consisting of the younger, flirty girls and men ; and of path tables full moon of men loudly talking of fun upshot, interspersed with snide and sleazy remarks about women.
At outset, Yvonne was at a loss just where to fit into this survival of the fittest. Briefly she sat with the untried, mixed group, then scared away from there she tried the get married ladies tables, but in both instances she found that she had no interest in their conversations, and had goose egg to add to the talk.
After a week or two of not enjoying these lunchtime situations, she noticed that one other woman, Sophie, who was perhaps in her early XXX, always took a electric chair over near the windows, and sat alone reading a book. So, making surely that she had a sound Good Book to read, Yvonne followed Sophie 's steer, and taking a death chair, she went and also sat aside near the windows and away from the general hubbub, and read her book. Sophie glanced at her, gave her a nice smile, then went back to her Quran and said nothing.

After a time, it seemed that Yvonne and Sophie both felt that they had some sorting of vulgar Bond. Yvonne noted that in the superior general running game of the office, Sophie was always polite and efficient in dealing with the others. She seemed friendly enough to her work colleagues, but had an nonphysical coolness in her manner that seemed to put across that she would n't tolerate anything amiss. On the odd occasions though, that she had to talk to Yvonne, she would always come with a smile, something that Yvonne noted that no one else was privileged to receive.

Some months passed and Yvonne found that she had settled nicely into her body of work. Everyone seemed friendly and they all got on well together, her boss even complimented her once or twice on some aspect of her work, and she felt that she had fitted in well.
It was about this prison term that it was announced that the staff dining way was to be renovated and redecorated. Special arrangements had been made for alternate creature comforts, which although a bit cramp, were decent enough for the week or two that was forestall to be required.
half way through the dawn of this first day of overhaul, Sophie came to Yvonne, giving her usual lovely smile. `` It 's going to be so cramped at lunch period, '' she said, `` would you like to take the air around the store instead ? Perhaps we could just go to a coffee shop and have a muffin and coffee, or something. ``
'' Oh yes, that would be nice, '' Yvonne replied with a beaming smile.

Lunchtime came and Sophie and Yvonne took the lift down, and were soon out on the interfering street.
walking along, Sophie began chatting about the office and respective things, completely shedding the usual reserve of her office manner.
Sophie led the way, and soon they were sitting at one of the out-of-door tables of a coffee shop class in one of the engaged pedestrian walkways of the city.
They talked, and Sophie asked all sorting of questions of Yvonne, then suddenly asked, `` and what of this fellow of yours ? ``
Yvonne did n't quite understand the question for just a moment, she 'd draw a blank about the supposed swain, then realising, she laughed. `` No, I just said that, I have n't really. ``
'' Plenty of casuals, I suppose ? '' Sophie persisted.
'' No, '' Yvonne laughed, `` neither permanents nor casuals. ``
Sophie beamed across the table, `` Ah, so it was just to keep the men away, was it ! '' she said, understanding, then continued, `` yes, they can be such pests sometimes, with their undesirable care. '' She then went on to severalize how, at her previous job, she had bought a tacky mob, and had worn it like a wedding band so as to deter undesirable attentions from several of the men.

That afternoon, back at the office, Yvonne felt happy and slack. It had been such a pleasant lunchtime spent with Sophie.

All of that week, the pair went out at lunchtime, usually just going to the coffee shop, but a couple of times wandering along the streets and looking into some of the small boutique wear stores. It was all so very pleasant for the both of them.

On the Fri, when sitting chatting over lunch, Sophie asked what Yvonne had planned for the weekend. `` Oh nothing much really, '' Yvonne answered.
'' Would you care to go to a flick after work ? '' Sophie asked.
Yes, that would be nice. And so it was arranged. `` There 's a French motion-picture show on at the Bijou, '' Sophie suggested.

'' Gosh, look at the time. We 'll need to hurry to get back to the business office. '' Sophie slung her bag over her shoulder joint. `` Come on, '' and taking Yvonne 's hand, as she too quickly stood up, Sophie led her through the maze of people and table, and then they hurried along the street together, laughing at some joke.
Yvonne had found it unusual having Sophie take her hand to guide her from the coffee workshop. It was as if she were a tiddler, or perhaps like a man might take on a girl 's hand. She had enjoyed the second of intimate physical impinging though. But it had been very brief, and now they were hurrying along to get back to work.

The movie was so amuse, and Sophie and Yvonne slowly made their way from the movie theater along with the general gang. Out in the lobby they laughed together as they recounted certain scenes.
'' What now ? '' Sophie smiled, as the crowd dispersed and they too made their way out into the street. `` It 's so prissy being with you that I do n't require to go plate yet, '' and she took Yvonne 's manus and gave it a light squeeze.
Yvonne felt a flower of pleasure at Sophie 's parole and touch.
Sophie opened her mouthpiece to speak, uttering just a yoke of syllables, but then seemed to hesitate.
'' What ? '' Yvonne laughed, looking quizzically at her friend.
Still Sophie hesitated, but then said, `` I was going to suggest going to a bar that I know of, but perhaps you might n't feel comfortable there. ``

Yvonne had little experience of bars and night life, she imagined them being rough and unsavoury, and she told that to Sophie.
Sophie laughed, and explained that the station that she had in mind was for lady only, and was very nice.
'' Oh, all rightfulness then, '' Yvonne said innocently.
Still Sophie hesitated, aware of her young friend bankruptcy to see. But then she seemed to prepare up her nous and they went off gaily, laughing as they went.

'' Here we are, '' Sophie said as she took Yvonne 's bridge player and led her through the small-scale threshold under the pink Ne signal, `` La Femme. ``
Stepping through the small lobby expanse, they then entered the softly lit principal component of the validation. Yvonne was immediately struck by the seemingly high gear class of the berth. Everything was lovely from the trappings to the unobtrusive background signal music. The lighting was quite subdued, and it took a moment for their eyes to line up. There were a couple of cake, with lady friend and fair sex sitting on high crapper as they chatted and laughed together. The area between the two bars was taken up with belittled tabular array, at which mainly pairs of womanhood sat together.
Sophie still held Yvonne 's hand, and she led the way to an unoccupied table, where, rather than sit contrary, she pulled her chair close beside Yvonne's.

Looking around and admiring everything, Yvonne saw that it was indeed for females only, even the stave being charwoman. Suddenly it dawned on her - it was a lesbian bar !
Yvonne felt her brass flush as the roue rushed to her headspring. She looked at Sophie who was smiling pleasantly at her, but then seeing Yvonne 's feel, her expression turned to one of dismay as she thought that she had misinterpreted her Young friend.

Yvonne 's idea was in a twist, but she instantly recognised that she was so happy when she was with Sophie. She realised how she thrilled when Sophie took her hand.
'' Perhaps we 'd better go, '' Sophie was saying, `` it was a mistake my delivery you here. ``
Yvonne 's eyes went past Sophie, to the two girls at the following table, as they leaned ending and kissed passionately. `` What a beautiful thing to love like that, '' Yvonne thought.

Sophie was standing up now, and gathering her things.
'' No, it 's all right hand, really Sophie, '' Yvonne almost pleaded, with snag coming to her oculus as she thought that she may recede her friendship.
'' I 'm so stupid, '' she continued with a sob in her voice, and now, as Sophie sat back down, Yvonne threw her arms about her and buried her question on shoulder.

'' Shush darling, it was all my geological fault, '' Sophie said softly and lovingly.
They looked at each former as Yvonne dabbed the nook of a hanky to her eyes. They leaned forward, Yvonne closed her centre as their lips met, softly at first, then with parted rim their knife caressed, their hands holding each other close and tight.
'' I love you so very a lot, '' Yvonne whispered softly as they interrupted their fondling in order to recover their breathing time after a time.
'' Oh my darling fille, and I too, you, '' Sophie responded.

They ordered crapulence, and sat close together, gazing lovingly at one another.


Later, at Sophie 's apartment, they could n't keep back their hands from one another, and could not save their sassing apart.

Together, under the cascade, they soaped each other 's physical structure, their hands sliding over one another 's nakedness. The lightly scented soap slithering under their loving caresses as the warm up water system was all that clothed them.

On the bed, they pressed their au naturel eubstance close together, before then holding each former at arms length that they might gaze at the other 's loveliness.
Softly whispered words of idolization fell from their lips. Oh what love they each felt for the other.
It was a Nox of such passion and love .