A petitioner.

She jumps with a start at the sound of the light knock on the door. She’s expecting no one, but now feels so aroused and at the same time neglected by her fiancé, that she decides in that very moment that she’s going to try to make something happen with whoever is on the other side of the door. If she finds them attractive anyway.

The door bell rings, the visitor having apparently discovered the small button mounted on the door frame. “Just a minute” Ellen calls, as she pushes herself up from the couch, and walks purposefully over to the front door, and pulls it open. She wonders how the visitor will react to her skimpy, sexy outfit. The robe is cut in such a way that it reveals a good portion of her cleavage, and if she moves in just the right way, or bends over, the dark band of her stocking tops can be seen, along with her panties.

Ellen is slightly disappointed when, pushing the door wide, she sees a young college age woman of medium build standing in front of her. She’d been hoping for an attractive man, having little experience with lesbian sex. She shakes her head slightly, and smiles at the young woman, as she opens the outer door, and asks the stranger to step inside.

“I’m with the Native restitution initiative, and I was wondering if you might have a few moments, I’m not looking for any money, I’d just like to tell you about the initiative, and if you would sign our petition” The girl said earnestly. The girl is slightly taller than Ellen, about five foot five or so, with straight black hair worn long, and parted in the middle of her head. Her complexion is smooth, and unblemished, and a warm light brown, like coffee with too much crème. Her face is slightly oval in shape with sensuous full lips, and small nose and very dark brown eyes. She’s wearing a small amount of make up to accentuate her natural beauty, mascara, eyeliner, blush, and some lip-gloss.

"Of course” Ellen says brightly, motioning the girl over to the large couch. The visitor looks somewhat embarrassed at having caught Ellen in a robe, but moves over to the couch, and sits, setting her clipboard, manila envelope, and purse on the low coffee table in front of the couch. Ellen wonders how she’ll proceed in trying to seduce the young woman, and if she’ll be successful as she sits down close next to her.

“I’m Ellen. Can I get you anything, a drink?” Ellen asks, while her eyes move over the other woman’s body. The brunette shakes her head, and smiles slightly.

“No thank you” she answers. Crossing her legs, as she does, her new looking denim skirt sliding back from her knee, across her thigh, where it stops revealing most of her leg. She doesn’t seem to notice, instead pulling a sheet of paper from the envelope. The strappy, black sandals with blocky two inch heels are cute and sexy, as is the snug fitting top of the same color, the girl has nice sized breasts, and Ellen gets the nice view the low cut garment offers, along with the expanse of her nearly naked shoulders, as the top is held up with thin spaghetti straps.

“I’m Naomi” the woman says, and extends her hand toward Ellen.