Bette hurried downstairs to unlock the door and meet the woman.  She watched her run through the traffic and opened the door before she could even knock.  “Hi, come in” said Bette.  As the woman entered Bette held out her hand and said “My name is Bette Porter”.  “Tina Kennard” said the woman and grasped Bette’s hand in a firm shake.  Bette felt as though an electric shock had run through her body and the look on Tina’s face told her that the same thing had happened to her.  Struggling to speak Bette managed  to mutter and invitation to sit and led Tina to one of the huge leather sofas that littered the gallery.  She turned to the refreshments table behind her and quickly uncorked and poured two glasses of a pretty decent red wine and handed one to Tina as she sat down herself on the sofa.  Tina looked slightly amazed – “How did you know I loved red?” she asked, Bette shrugged “To be honest I don’t know, I just somehow did”.

The two woman slipped into an easy and comfortable conversation interspersed with more glasses of red.  It transpired that Tina owned the production company across the street and that she frequently watched Bette in her office or downstairs in the gallery.  “But why haven’t I seen you?” Bette asked, “Maybe you’ve seen me but just not noticed me” Tina replied.  Bette gave a small laugh “Believe me if I had seen you I would most definitely have noticed you, the moment I saw you today I could not concentrate on anyone or anything other than you.  I could not even contemplate what my life would have been like had I not found you”.  It was Tina’s turn to laugh “I know exactly what you mean, I was so devastated when I couldn’t see you after I reached my office door.  I checked to make sure you were still there just before the corner and then suddenly I couldn’t see you any more”.  “My fault I’m afraid” said Bette “I hung around at the news stand so you wouldn’t think I was some sort of crazy stalker following you”.  Tina leaned towards Bette and looked around pretending to check that they were not being overheard “Can I let you into a little secret?” she asked and Bette nodded becoming intoxicated by the smell of Tina’s perfume and the closeness of her body “I have waited months for you to stalk me, I have dreamt of this moment whilst not knowing if you were approachable, available or would be even vaguely interested in me”.  Bette could bear it no longer and leaned slowly forward a couple of inches to close the gap between herself and Tina.  She kissed Tina slowly and then broke contact waiting to gauge her response.  Without even opening her eyes Tina leant forward and kissed Bette. 

Bette groaned and her handslipped behind Tina’s head making sure that they maintained contact.  Her tongue lightly parted Tina’s lips and Tina responded by opening her mouth to invite Bette in.  Bette heard a low moan that she suddenly realised had come from her and she drew Tina further towards her so that Tina was on top of her as they lay on the sofa.  Their kiss deepened and Bette felt herself getting wetter and wetter and more and more excited.  “Do you have to get back to the office” she whispered “No” replied Tina “I’m the boss”.  “Hmm we’ll see about that” groaned Bette as she undid Tina’s dress.  “Guess we will” replied Tina as her mouth found Bette’s nipple and her hands began to open up Bette’s trousers.  “You’re the boss!” said Bette as Tina found her wet opening and her body arched upwards to meet Tina’s fingers.  Tina moved down Bette’s body drawing Bette’s trousers down at the same time.  Slowly Tina slid two fingers into Bette and shot out her tongue to tease her clitoris “You’d better believe it” murmured Tina as she drew Bette’s clitoris into her mouth.  Bette just knew she would never be bored again.