“Ohhhhhhhh FUCK!” Sally screamed before mimicking the action on Amy and now, with both of them double-penetrated, they exploded in yet another shared orgasm and this one was making Amy’s entire body quake as if she was shivering from being out in the cold. Again, she screamed against Sally’s pussy as she sucked on her girlfriend’s clit, Sally bucking slightly beneath her, held down and controlled only by Amy’s weight.
“Holy fuck!” Amy eventually had to call out, her body lost in the throes of the climax.
When it finally released her, she went limp atop Sally, the side of her face resting lifelessly against Sally’s convulsing, streaming core.
She was done. Sally was too. It was so fast and so primal but it was what they needed.
The fingers from all openings were removed and Amy somehow managed to find the strength to roll off Sally’s slack, panting form.
Amy knew she had never experienced anything like that before. The intensity of the orgasms she had just been given had robbed other parts of her body of feeling. Her toes and fingers were numb. Her cheeks were tingling in the way a body part feels when it has lost its source of blood. Her legs and arms were all jelly.
Without speaking, Amy and Sally spent time recovering, both of them panting hard, both of them unable to move.
My god in heaven!
***
“We scored ourselves a nice room, by the way,” Amy said after they both shared a shower and put on the hotel’s oh-so-soft bathrobes.
They were in one of the hotel’s luxury suites with a bedroom, living and dining areas and a private balcony facing the bay—all artfully decorated with mid-century modern furnishings. Amy didn’t have a tape measure but she suspected the suite was as large as her apartment in Carlsbad.
It was now late afternoon and a wonderfully orange-tinged sunlight was streaming into the suite from the window.
“Yeah,” Sally agreed. “I would say we shouldn’t feel too cramped here. Although, if we really wanted to stress-test this relationship, we should’ve gotten one of the basic rooms.”
Amy laughed.
“Whatever! You find me irresistible and living in a veritable shoebox of a hotel room wouldn’t change that.”
Sally smiled and put her arms around Amy’s waist and gave her a quick kiss.
“I think you’re right,” Sally said.
“Anyway, what do you want to do now?” she asked Sally.
“Food!” Sally exclaimed.
“Oh, thank god! Me too! You taste good but you aren’t very filling!”
“Hmm,” Sally began, a mischievous gleam in her eyes, “strangely enough, you are filling; like a high-calorie meal.”
Amy gasped and playfully swatted at Sally while laughing.
“You bitch! Take that back!”
The weather was pleasant but San Francisco was nonetheless living up to its reputation weather-wise and so Amy and Sally had to dress as if it was autumn even though by the time they would leave this city to return home, it would be May. Both women had on light coats. Sally was also wearing skinny jeans and a sweater; Amy had on a casual dress with tights and boots.
They found a hip seafood place on Embarcadero which Amy had discovered on Yelp during her pre-trip research. Once they had been shown to their table, Amy said, “I still can’t believe you agreed to come with me on this trip.”
Sally smiled.
“I’m serious,” Amy went on. “I really am glad you’re here with me.”
If it was possible, Sally’s smile got bigger.
“Babe, I’m glad I’m here with you too,” she said, reaching across the table and taking her hand.
“So…I have a serious question,” Amy began but was interrupted when their server arrived to take their drinks order.