Sally wasn’t done with her yet.
Now Sally had hooked both of her thumbs into Amy’s jeans, right at the front, and the thumbs were playfully rubbing her lower abdomen just above her panties.
“Totally okay,” Amy whispered before Sally asked. It had been too long since another woman had touched her like this and her center was now nothing but liquid.
“Are you sure sure?” Sally nonetheless asked.
Whereas Amy could appreciate Sally’s consideration, she needed Sally to forget the question of consent right now.
“Yes! Please!” she croaked.
Sally didn’t waste any more time and started unfastening Amy’s jeans.
“Oh my god!” Amy whispered, her clit pulsing nearly as strongly as her heart as the cool night air found its way into her pants and softly caressed her most sensitive region.
Fingers slid into the unfastened pants and then slid under her panties and then, right there on the beach, out in the open, Sally’s fingers were on Amy’s pussy.
“Oh fuck, you’re so wet!” Sally exclaimed.
Amy couldn’t speak, she could only whimper as Sally played with all that wetness, sending waves of pleasure shooting out of Amy’s core. Sally’s other arm wrapped itself around Amy’s midsection, making Amy feel captured, a prisoner of this woman who was taking her on the beach like this. She couldn’t help but cry out when a finger was curled inside her. There was still no one around them, not close enough to have noticed the sound, and so Amy allowed herself to be a little vocal. It was getting impossible not to, anyway, because Sally’s hand was pressing and rocking firmly against her clit while that lone finger wiggled inside her.
“I’m so close!” Amy said. “Oh shit, I’m coming! I’m coming!”
And then, euphoria.
Shuddering in Sally’s arms, she surrendered to the orgasm which hit her, biting her lips to keep from screaming out. Her pussy throbbed and convulsed against Sally’s hand, her come leaking out, soaking not only her panties but her thighs as well because the panties could no longer contain it.
Amy felt Sally tighten her grip with that arm she had around her, imprisoning her even more solidly.
“I got you,” Sally whispered in her ear.
Good thing, too, because Sally’s embrace was all that was keeping Amy upright. Her knees were now jelly and threatening to buckle. Being fucked in public like this, on a moonlit beach was adding to the intensity of the orgasm, making the muscles in all of her limbs weak. Finally she had to release her lips and allow a mewling moan to escape; it couldn’t be helped.
Fuck, that was fast!
When it was done, Sally withdrew her hand and even very politely refastened Amy’s jeans. For her part, Amy couldn’t move, not just yet. She was trembling and whimpering softly while Sally held her in her arms, kissing her neck softly, letting Amy enjoy the last remnants of all that pleasure.
Chapter 14
It was Sally’s idea to call a Lyft.
After bringing Amy to an orgasm right there on the beach, Sally’s own center was on fire. It needed to be touched and kissed and penetrated and she was so wet and so desperate for Amy to do all of those things that the thought of walking all the way back to La Vida Mocha and then following Amy back to her place…no, it couldn’t happen. That was going to take too long!
When Amy’s climax had finished having its way with her, Sally had asked where she lived.
“The Arbors,” Amy had whispered. “Over by the Buena Vista Lagoon.”
“That’s too far,” Sally had said, still nuzzling Amy’s neck. “My place is closer, if you’d like?”
“I’d like. I’d really, really like.”
And so Sally had called for the Lyft and while they waited in the beach’s parking lot for the car to arrive, they had stood under a streetlamp kissing non-stop as if they were teenagers in high school making out under the bleachers.
During the ride to her condo, they hadn’t spoken, just cuddled in the back seat of the Kia Sportage driven by five-star driver Tyrone.
“Oh my god, this is so cute!” Amy now exclaimed, stepping into Sally’s home.
“Thanks!”