Following them, Stephanie found herself concentrating on the woman, watching the way her hips swayed when she moved away from the man, how her walk changed a bit as they come back together, similar, but faintly different. The woman was short, especially compared to the man, but she was somewhat shorter than Stephanie. Dark curly hair fell onto her shoulders and watching the man rest his hand under the hair, at the back of the woman's neck, Stephanie pictured lifting the dark tresses and running her tongue along the back of her neck.
Squeezing up behind her, she'd let the long, dark hair fall down over her as she reached around the woman to cup her breasts. A slight hesitation perhaps, and the woman would tense at Stephanie's gentle touch, but then, the sensation at the back of her neck, the soft, but firm feel of the hands at her breasts would urge her onward as she gave in to her curiosity. Turning, the woman would face Stephanie, wanting to initiate some contact, but not sure what to do.
