Gloria quickly withdrew her hand, blushing. What had gotten into her? She wouldn't blame Barbra for slapping her on the face at this point.
But Barbra didn't slap her. The older woman was staring at her, a far-away look in her eyes, her chest rising and falling with the deep breaths she was taking. "Wow..." she mumbled. "So you just... became a fly and bit me..."
Gloria nodded. "Y-yeah", she said shyly.
"Why me specifically?"
"Oh... Um... well..." Gloria could feel herself blushing even more. "You seemed like, um... the tas- the most b- the most interesting person at the party".
"Really now". A smile slowly spread across Barbra's face. "So you think I'm... interesting. Tell me, do you always flirt with older women that way?"
"Um, uh..." Gloria shuffled nervously, but Barbra sidled up closer to her.
"Normally I'd suggest buying a drink before chatting me up, but it seems like you've already helped yourself. What did I taste like?"
Gloria was about to say something but Barbra pressed a finger to her lips.
"You know what? Why don't we discuss this in my room? And then maybe you could give the bite a kiss so it heals faster". She gave Gloria a wink.
"A-and your husband?" ventured Gloria.
"He left me ten years ago and all my children are on their own now. I came here by myself. We have all the privacy in the world. I'd love to hear more from you". Barbra turned around and walked away, swaying her hips. "Room 7275. See you in fifteen minutes, cutie".
Gloria watched Barbra walk off, trying to collect her thoughts. She had expected surprise or anger from her. She hadn't expected her to get turned on. To tell the truth, she was feeling excited herself.
A few short minutes later she was standing at the door of Room 7275. She had barely knocked at the door when Barbra opened it with a big smile. She was in a red sleeveless dress that hugged her curvy, mature figure. The table in the room was set for two.
"Come on in, sit down", she said. "I want to hear all about your adventures as a fly. What it felt like transforming, what it was like to fly... how I tasted like". She said the last part with relish.
And Gloria told her, over a small entree of chicken and rice and some white wine. "... it was hot, and rich, and... full of life, if that makes sense. It filled me up. I couldn't taste it but I felt incredibly satisfied".
"Mmhm". The dreamy look was in Barbra's eyes again, and she was sitting with her legs parted, giving Gloria a view of the welt where she had been bitten. "Almost like a kiss?"
"I guess you could say that?" said Gloria, blushing again.
"Hm. Never thought I'd think of transformation in such a way". Barbra got up and walked over to Gloria. She held her hand and put it on the swollen bite. "Then, if it was like a kiss..." she whispered. "Why don't you kiss it again?"
Gloria complied wordlessly. She got to her knees and, as Barbra spread her legs a bit, she kissed the little welt.
Then gave it a little lick for good measure.
"Naughty", purred Barbra. "I simply must punish you".
She pulled Gloria back up and, before Gloria could react, kissed her. Gloria quickly responded, putting her arms around Barbra and kissing back. Soon their tongues were probing into each others' mouths.
It was Barbra who broke off the kiss, blushing, her tidy hair messed up. "Not bad... but I think we can do better".