by Sabrina Kane
“This is going to be so good, Rach…”
“Yes…”
“I’m so close already, baby!”
“Oh, fuck, Ains…”
Ainsley’s rocking intensified and Rachel matched her because Ainsley’s hand was in the perfect spot also, although Rachel suspected Ainsley already knew that. They continued like this for several more moments until…
“Oh fuck, bite my nipple!” Ainsley demanded.
Rachel immediately drew the hardened nub back into her mouth and did as she was told. Just then, Ainsley’s hips started bucking.
“Rachel! I’m coming!” And then Ainsley shuddered and called out Rachel’s name again. Rachel felt the beautiful doctor’s pussy convulse and squeeze out her come which coated Rachel’s fingers even more.
It was enough to set Rachel off again.
Her pussy’s inner walls clenched tightly and that pressurized build-up of pleasure burst below her mound and spread throughout her form. The nipple popped from her mouth as she screamed an unintelligible noise in release, her cries mixing with Ainsley’s.
When it was over for both of them, they just laid there, both panting as the limo continued speeding along the interstate toward their destination.
“Best Valentine’s Day ever!” Rachel finally declared.
Chapter 16
They only started fixing themselves up when Ainsley noticed the limo slowing down, evidently exiting the highway. Until that moment, after they had sufficiently recovered from their orgasms, she and Rachel had simply kissed, taking only the briefest of breaks to catch their breath.
“Hey,” Ainsley said after she sat up but before starting to fix her clothes, “are you okay?”
Rachel smiled at her.
“Completely.”
“Promise?”
“Promise. Ains…everything that just happened, I wanted. And I want more.”
Despite having just come recently, Ainsley’s clit pulsed at the predatory look Rachel was giving her.
She smiled.
“Unfortunately, we will have to wait until after dinner. I suspect we are almost there.”
“God,” Rachel began, “I need to clean up!”
“Me too,” Ainsley said. The fingers of her right hand were still sticky with Rachel’s arousal, which was going to make it difficult to get dressed again without marking her clothes. Rachel had it a bit easier as Ainsley hadn’t undressed her during their recent playtime. Still though, the realtor’s dress did need some adjusting also.
“Hold up,” Ainsley said, “I have just the thing.”
With her left hand, she brought her purse closer and managed to open it one-handed and extract a travel pack of sanitizing wipes.
“Not very romantic, I know,” she said, “but, hey…doctor.”
Rachel laughed.
“It’s perfect,” she said. “After all, I’m sure the patrons of Q would prefer us not to be touching common surfaces considering where our hands have been.”
It wasn’t only their hands which needed cleaning. Both women had leaked quite a bit of come onto the leather seats they’d just had sex on. Rachel took care of that with a wipe while Ainsley finally got dressed again. They then each examined the other to make sure that nothing was out of place and that their dresses weren’t stained in odd places. Once that was done, the kissing resumed. Ainsley couldn’t help it. She’d wanted to kiss Rachel seconds after meeting her and now she got to do it whenever she wanted.
Eventually, though, the limo stopped.
Rachel moaned and it was such a sexy sound to Ainsley’s ears.
“Can’t we tell him to go once more around the block?” Rachel asked, ghosting Ainsley’s lips with her own.
Without removing her face from its close proximity with Rachel’s, Ainsley used her eyes to find the intercom button and pressed it.
“Once more around the block, please,” she instructed the driver.
“Yes, ma’am,” driver responded.
Rachel giggled.
“Are we…” She kissed Ainsley. “…going to be late…” Another kiss. “…for our reservation?”
After kissing Rachel back for a long moment, Ainsley stopped just long enough to say, “Didn’t I tell you who my father is?” And that was it for talking.
All too soon, however, the limo stopped again in front of the restaurant.
Ainsley sighed.
“Okay, this time we are doing this for real,” she said, reluctantly pulling away from Rachel’s lips with a laugh. She told the driver via the intercom that they were ready and then they waited for him to open the door for them to exit.
“Dr. Janowicz!” the maître d’ of Q greeted when Ainsley and Rachel walked through the doors. “So lovely to see you again!”
Being Valentine’s Day, the restaurant was at capacity with well-heeled patrons. In a wonderful sign of the times, though, as they were led through the dining room, Ainsley saw that several of the tables were occupied by same-sex couples on this romantic holiday.
The maître d’ escorted them to an amazing table which provided a bit of a secluded feel.
Dad’s name strikes again!
Having such a prominent and public figure as her father had its advantages—like scoring an all-but-impossible to get reservation at this restaurant—but Ainsley rarely traded on it. Growing up as she did among privilege and wealth, she had known too many people who had grown up with her who simply expected things be given them. But Ainsley’s parents had instilled an actual work ethic in her, forcing her to earn what she wanted. The new job at Scripps Memorial, for instance. With her mother’s name so prominent in Southern California’s medical community and her father being who he is, Ainsley probably could have gotten her new position with no more effort than a couple of well-placed phone calls. Instead, she had earned it by busting her ass to become one of the most respected young surgeons in the state. (Although, after offering her the job, the director of Scripps Memorial had told her what a boon it would be for the hospital to have a Janowicz on staff.)
“So…” Rachel said, once they were sat at the table. “I seem to recall the maître d’ saying ‘So lovely to see you again.’”
Ainsley smirked, knowing where this was going.
“Are you in the habit of bringing women to this establishment often?” Rachel asked, in a lilting, just kidding manner.
“No, my lovely,” she answered. “I’ve only ever been here with my parents, actually. Twice. And I’m pretty sure the staff here would remember me even without my family name. After all, I’m sure not many folks come in here with their blonde Amazonian daughter.”
“Are both of your parents tall?” Rachel asked.
“No!” Ainsley said, laughing. “Isn’t genetics a funny thing? I tower over both of them! Even my dad is only five-six, shorter than you. But my maternal grandfather is a giant! He’s six-ten! Anyway, when I was a teenager and already taller than my parents, people who hadn’t known us for a long time often thought I was adopted.”
“That’s funny,” Rachel said.
The sommelier appeared at their table and discussed wines, making suggestions based on the potential entrée choices they had from the limited menu. After some discussion, Ainsley and Rachel decided on a bottle of French white, regardless of what they’d eventually choose for dinner.
Under the table, their legs were touching and the feel of Rachel’s ultrasmooth skin on hers was creating a frisson of excitement in Ainsley.
“I am buzzing!” Rachel said softly.
“Are you?” Ainsley purred, knowing her voice got to Rachel.
“Very much so,” Rachel answered softly.
“So, you want more?”
“I do.”
Ainsley felt her center revving up again. The possibilities were…intoxicating! So much so that Ainsley’s moral compass started warning her…
Rachel was someone she really cared about. Their friendship had developed quickly and she really liked Rachel as a person.
With this in mind, Ainsley didn’t want to risk starting to view this wonderful new friend as just someone who was satisfying her erotic desires for being the one to introduce a woman to the joys of lesbian sex.
A server brought a plate of breads and cheeses. Another server took their entrée orders. The sommelier returned with their wine.
Once all of those folks had left, Ainsley dived in…
“So…” she began, running her fingertip over the top of Rachel’s hand, “…what’s going on between us? I mean, I really like you, Rachel. And I’m fine just being your friend if that’s what you want. I’d maybe even be okay with being your friend with benefits, if that’s what you want, but…do you want more?”
Ainsley knew she could stop there and let Rachel answer her question. But she also knew Rachel would most probably just ask something like, “More what?”, putting the ball back in Ainsley’s court.
So, Ainsley went on.
“As much as I value your friendship, Rach, I’m also super attracted to you and would like to date you, is what I’m saying,” she declared. “If that’s not in the cards, fine; we can just be friends.”
“Or friends with benefits,” Rachel suggested.
“Right,” Ainsley managed to say in her normal voice even though her heart just dropped a little.
“I don’t want to be friends with benefits,” Rachel said. “I’d like to date you also.”
Ainsley couldn’t help smiling and feeling like a teenager again. Nonetheless, Rachel’s answer just brought up more questions.
“Buuuut,” she began, “you’ve never dated a woman before.”
“I know,” Rachel stated, taking Ainsley’s hand in her own. “Ains, this is weird for me too, okay? And I don’t know why all of a sudden I meet you and, bam, I’m into women. But, maybe it’s not that I’m into women; maybe it’s that I’m into one woman. I don’t know. But I want to explore this thing with you as a couple thing, not an experiment thing or a friends with benefits thing.”
“So you want to be my girlfriend?” Ainsley asked.
Rachel smirked and Ainsley just wanted to reach across the table and kiss her.
“Whoa! I thought you lesbians didn’t like using the G-word so quickly! At least, that’s what I read.”
Ainsley laughed.
“Don’t believe everything you read in Sally’s books!” she said. “This lesbian dates one woman at a time and calls that woman her girlfriend.”
“God, that’s hot,” Rachel murmured.
“But…” Ainsley quickly added.
Rachel’s eyes went wide.
“But?”
Ainsley took a sip of her wine, more to buy time than because she wanted a drink. She needed to set Rachel straight about some things but she also didn’t want to scare her off.
Putting down her wine glass, she said, “Rach, I think you know I need to be careful, right? I mean…I want so much to be your girlfriend.”
“Okay, go on.”
“But, Rach, I’m used to dating lesbians—genuine, out and proud lesbians. The advantage of dating lesbians is that I don’t have to wonder if their lesbianism is going to wear off after a week or two.”
Now it was Rachel who took a sip of wine. When she was done, she nodded.
“I get it,” she said.
“So, what should I do?” Ainsley asked. “How much should I invest in this? I mean, it seemed like you had a lot of fun in the limo…”
“I did!” Rachel interrupted. “And I want more of that!”
“Okay, I believe you,” Ainsley assured her, stroking the top of Rachel’s hand with her thumb. “I’ll give you all you can take, trust me. But, I need time to believe that your sudden…interest, so to speak, of having a same-sex relationship is going to stick.”
“I get it,” Rachel repeated.
“Do you? Because what I’m saying is, fine, I won’t date anyone else and I won’t go looking for anyone else, but I’m going to need time to be convinced that you’re for real with this before I start to consider this as more than just some fun.”
Rachel nodded vigorously.
“Ains, I understand, okay? Right now, I’m just this weird chick who is suddenly, like, ‘Oh my god, I want to fuck women!’”
Ainsley laughed.
“So, I get what you’re worried about,” Rachel went on. “And I should probably take time to figure all this out for myself anyway.”
“Good point,” Ainsley agreed.
“So, fine…let’s treat it as something fun now and see how it develops.”
“And you’re sure you’re okay with that?”
Rachel smiled.
“I get to spend more time with you,” she said. “That’s what I wanted ever since I met you.”
Ainsley gave a surprised laugh.
“Oh my god! Why do you have to say such perfect shit like that?”
Rachel shrugged.
“It’s a talent,” she said.
Then she leaned forward, revealing more of her cleavage to Ainsley. It was odd, Ainsley thought…they’d had a sexual encounter in the limo and yet she still hadn’t seen Rachel’s breasts. The anticipation of finally getting to unwrap them made her lick her lips. And the way this conversation was going, that was definitely going to happen. If she didn’t already know that the women’s restroom in this restaurant was staffed by one of those ridiculous matrons, she’d take Rachel into the first empty stall in there, uncover Rachel down to her waist and suck her nipples until Rachel told her they were too sore to take anymore.
“Thinking dirty thoughts?” Rachel asked with a quirked eyebrow.
“Very dirty,” Ainsley said.
“You know what’s weird?” Rachel asked in a soft voice, obviously mindful of being overheard. “Kissing you didn’t feel unnatural. Sucking on your boobs didn’t feel unnatural.” She lowered her voice even more. “Fingering you didn’t feel unnatural.”
“Tasting me?” Ainsley asked, rubbing Rachel’s leg with her own under the table, gratified when Rachel’s eyes lidded and then clouded with lust in response.
“Tasting you made me come, remember?” Rachel whispered.
The pleasure/ache between Ainsley’s legs jumped up a notch. She felt her center push out a good amount of lubrication.
“It’s going to be an interesting ride back to your house,” she told Rachel.
***
This time when they were back in the limo following dinner, they didn’t even wait until the driver started pulling out of the parking lot.
Judging by the hunger of Rachel’s kisses, Ainsley knew she could be the aggressor and she certainly didn’t want too many miles to pass before she got what she wanted.
Ainsley immediately started lifting Rachel’s dress over the real estate agent’s head and then gasped at what was revealed underneath once the garment was off. The sexiness of Rachel’s lilac lingerie…the way her small and dark nipples clearly showed through the fabric and the way they were so hard they created tiny little peaks on the lace...the way her matching thong was clearly soaked and the way her thighs were glistening…
It was enough to make Ainsley lose her mind.
She didn’t hesitate. She unhooked Rachel’s front-clasp bra and then felt her pussy clench when the soft globes that were Rachel’s breasts were revealed. They were about the same size as her own but more teardrop-shaped. She grasped one with her hand while taking possession of the other one with her mouth, drawing the dark little nipple in and groaning as she sucked it.
“Ainsley, oh fuck…”
Rachel started falling backward until she was eventually lying down on the soft leather. Ainsley followed her down, her mouth never letting go of the nipple it was still lavishing attention on.
Eventually, she relinquished the pebbled bud and then licked lazy circles around it before then moving on to kissing the super soft flesh on the bottom of the breast, eliciting shivers from her companion. She wanted to repeat the same actions on the other breast but her ant
icipation level was too high to make herself wait any longer for what she really wanted.
As much as Ainsley wanted to hurry to that prize, however, she decided to work her way there somewhat slowly. She wanted to make Rachel aware of her intentions. She wanted to give Rachel a chance to tell her to pump the brakes, to tell her she wasn’t quite ready for that yet.
Therefore, after peppering Rachel’s breast with a few more kisses, she then started kissing her way downward, slowly but not too slowly—Carlsbad wasn’t that far away, after all.
When she reached Rachel’s abdomen, she looked up. Rachel’s eyes were closed, she was biting the knuckle of one of her fingers and those gorgeous breasts of hers were rising and falling rapidly with her increased breathing.
Ainsley reached the edge of Rachel’s panties and now she couldn’t help but mutter an “Oh sweet Jesus!” as the scent of Rachel’s sex filled her nostrils. She licked along the hem of the underwear and still Rachel offered no protest. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of the panties and still Rachel was silent. And then Ainsley started pulling the lacy panties down.
Rachel lifted her hips to help aid in their removal and just by that very act made Ainsley’s clit throb twice strongly.
This is happening!
In a moment, the panties had been slid off Rachel’s legs and now Rachel was completely nude in the limo except for her high heels and Ainsley was looking at her swollen, shiny and completely shaved pussy…and it was so fucking beautiful.
No more wasting time!
She made herself comfortable, opened Rachel’s legs a little wider and let the musk of Rachel’s sex slam into her face as she brought her mouth to within an inch of what she had been dreaming of.
Rachel was so turned on that Ainsley could see tiny rivulets of her come streaming out and she needed that juice on her tongue.
“Oh fuuuuck!” Rachel called out, arching her back, when Ainsley jabbed her tongue in there, reveling at the sweet flavor which was now streaming directly into her mouth, her tongue guiding the flowing arousal to her throat. Ainsley swirled her tongue around, wanting it to tingle as much of Rachel’s insides as she could reach.
Rachel was now grinding her pussy against Ainsley’s face, coating everything from her mouth to her nose with her wetness while Ainsley moaned softly at the pleasure she was feeling from eating this woman out.
