“You little whore!” Was a hushed whisper as Iris closed in on Gin “When did you start wearing those?” She tried desperately to hide the laughter that was threatening to burst forth.
Ginger righted herself with a slight wriggle of her hips, holding up the cuffs with one hand to examine, before tossing them back into the basket on the bottom shelf “I have all sorts of secrets Iris.”
Iris looked Ginger up and down with admiration. Hell. She didn’t even have the guts to wear anything shorter than capris. While Ginger could wear a paper bag and still have a line of men and women drooling over her. To top it all off, Iris felt her breasts were far too small. In fact, several potential boyfriends had described them as ‘perky’ or to her mortification, as ‘baby melons’. Thankfully, Iris was blessed with a slender figure and strong curves in the hip region, this she was proud of.
“I cannot believe I’m standing here mulling over vibrators.” Iris winced as she pulled herself back to reality, tearing her roving gaze from Ginger.
“Not exactly the type of trip one schedules into their daily planner.” Ginger sang as she poked one of the boxes with a slender manicured finger.
“Definitely not.” Iris murmured, she stepped forward and yanked a random box from the shelf. “There.” Iris tossed the box to Ginger. “Can we go now?”
“Sure darling” Gingers’ voice, a gentle coo, had a calming effect over most who were gifted enough to appreciate the husky undertone “I’ll pay. You go wait in the car.” with that, Ginger tossed Ri a set of keys before waltzing towards the nearest register.
::The Sand Trap::
They were flying along a series of back roads, with the top down in Gingers brand new Audi TT Roadster. ‘Lonely Boy’ by The Black Keys blaring on the radio “Isn’t this exciting?” Ginger called out against the blast of salty sea air that rushed against the two, whipping their hair out behind them in chaotic tangles.
Iris’s pale complexion was already reddening beneath the sweltering summer heat. “If you say so?” She shrugged, unfastening the top button to her blouse before placing a self-conscious hand over the black bag in her lap. It was a pitiful attempt to hide the store name ‘Lovejuice’ that was scrawled along the bags exterior in bright yellow letters.
Ginger tilted her head back and laughed as she planted her left hand on the wheel, then reached over with her right, to yank the small vibrator from the bag. She held the plain blue box up and dangled it over her head. “C’mon, you’re not even a teensy bit curious?” her voice was muffled and nearly lost between the bellow of the radio and the hum of the engine.
Before Iris could respond, they rounded a bend that forced her to cling to the inside of the car for dear life. “I would be, if I felt I would live long enough to use it!” Iris leaned forward to mash the button that silenced the Radio, meriting them a quiet moment to speak.
Ginger shrugged as she tucked the box between her legs in the driver seat, and then proceeded to scan the area around them, obviously looking for something. “It should be here, somewhere.” She nibbled at her plump bottom lip as her brows knitted up with slight frustration.
“What is here?” Iris looked around them at the vast expanse of interstate. A forest of pine trees towered over them on each side. What could Gin possibly be seeking in this mess of nature?
“Something special.” The red head said coyly before stomping her foot on the gas. The engine roared as they took off once again. They passed several more mile markers in silence before Ginger slammed her foot on the brake, making the wheels of the car screech and buffet against the asphalt.
Iris was sent lurching forward, only to be snapped back by the seatbelt. “Ow!” She whined, as the pungent scent of burnt rubber filled the air. The smell made Iris scrunch up her nose in distaste as she yanked off the seatbelt. She found herself leaning forward out of her seat to follow Gingers gaze.
“There it is” Ginger patted Iris’s leg playfully. With a grin that practically went ear to ear, Gin nodded toward a dirt road. It was cloaked within a mass of foliage and pine trees.
“There what is?” Iris pushed against the perforated black leather seat to scrutinize the obscure road. One would never see it, if they didn’t know what they were looking for. The dusty earthen road was barely visible behind a large sign. Its fading black letters looked weathered; she was barely able to make out the words “The Sand Trap” against its sun-bleached surface. The sign was old wood; heavy curtains of moss had already claimed the battered edges. This was, Iris guessed, a remnant of some tavern or pub that had long since closed “A sociopaths dream?” Iris quipped as she sat back in her seat, completely uninterested.
“Ha! No.” Ginger scoffed “Do you remember when I ran away for a week, last summer?” Ginger yanked the steering wheel to the left and directed the car through the tangle of bushes. The car bounced as it made the transition from smooth road to sandy alley
Iris watched civilization seemingly disappear in the rearview mirror before responding. “Yeah. They were calling me every day to ask if I had seen you.” Pine Trees seemed to suddenly engulf them.
Ginger gave a quick nod. “Yup, this is where I went. I found it by accident. I wanted you to see it too” She was careful now, going slower as she was forced to navigate a barely visible path. To her relief, the road eventually opened up so that tall arching trees weren’t so suffocating.
Iris eyed the branches passing above her, each one heavily laden with clusters of pinecones waiting for gravity to free them from their perch. “You are lucky you weren’t murdered and put into a can of Alpo.” Iris said with a bit of annoyance. They had been really worried about her.
Ginger responded with a weak smile. That had been a dark moment in her life. But this place had been like a sanctuary. Someplace she could go when she needed to scream at the world. “Do you feel lucky Ri?” She said with a sly, wicked grin”
“Great.” Iris chimed as she curled back into her seat. “You just tell me when Ted Bundy arrives, so I can get a running start.” She hated surprises; whatever Gin wanted to show her was not worth the anxiety building in her chest. She could just see her obituary now.
Ginger slowed the car down as the road ended abruptly to open up to a large clearing. She pulled the car to a stop just a few feet from the edge of a large drop off. It was a small cliff that offered a vast panoramic view of the South Atlantic Ocean.
Iris clambered up in her seat with a look of surprise. Stark white seagulls arched and swooped over a blanket of cerulean sea in the distance. Her expression fell to that of complete astonishment as she caught a glimpse of dorsal fins arching over the waves against the horizon. She was utterly taken aback by the scene. They were so far up; she felt she could see all the way to China. “It’s beautiful” her tone that of shock and awe.
“I figured we could watch the sunset here.” Ginger said tenderly, a strange twinge of enchantment laced her voice.
Iris glanced to Ginger and then to the clock radio on the console “But that is like, an hour or two from now Gin.”
Ginger moved languidly, her hand snaking out to caress Iris’s cheek. “I have an idea of how we can kill time lovely”
Iris pulled her eyes to meet Gins’ as she struggled to find the will to speak. “What, exactly did you have in mind?”
Ginger pulled her hand away casually, and with deliberate pause, began opening the box that held the newly attained vibrator. “These things suck when you do it yourself.” She turned the box end over end, allowing the small handheld love stick to fall into her palm. The contraption itself was a metallic black, four inches of spherical shape that slowly curved into a soft point. “So, I shall guide you.”
Iris felt that feverish blush in her cheeks grow warmer as she squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. Part of this made sense; they had played around in the past. They had shared a kiss here or there, including one chaste make out session that had taken place briefly in her room, before her mother came barging in. It had never really
blossomed to more than that. It never had the chance too. “Gin...” she whispered unsure how she felt about this.
Ginger flashed her dear friend a confident smile as she ran the pad of her finger along the pointed tip of the vibrator. “Just trust me okay?” The words came out in a lusty tone that Iris had come to know very well.
“I do trust you Gin, you know I do” Iris fiddled with her white button up blouse and pulled it down over her stomach with a nervous shiver. “We talked about this, I don’t- I am not comfortable.”
Gingers purr was like that of a cougar before it pounced, she slid out of the car, tucking the vibrator in her back pocket before she rounded the car. “That is what I am here for darling, to make you more comfortable with who you are”
The door handle made a slight click as Ginger opened it and offered Iris a bronzed hand. “This place is secluded, trust me.”
There was no real reason to be afraid of this, she told herself. They were both attracted to each other. She pressed her hand into Gingers as she exited the car “I just, feel so… inexperienced compared to you...“ Iris moved to the front, taking a seat on the hood as she crossed her arms tightly over her chest.
Ginger slowly closed in on Iris as she sat down, seductively pressing her into the crimson hood of the car; their bodies were forced to slowly come together. She could feel the curves of Iris’ frail form beneath her body, the heat of it radiating through the fabric of her shirt. She shuddered with delight as she pressed on, pushing Iris down. Her lips found their way to the soft lobe of her ear, resting hot and wet against it. “I am really good at what I do Iris. Just sit back, relax, and let the pleasure come”
Iris moaned at the hushed, steamy whispers along the soft skin of her neck, meant to incite yearning, a small taste of what was to come. She felt a thrill of bliss travel from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Then, a sudden wave of panic as Ginger began to systematically unfasten the buttons to her blouse. “Wait.”
“Shh... Ri, let me do this” was Gingers eager reply as her fingers completed their work. The blouse fell free, opening up to reveal the gorgeous sight of perfect breasts held tightly by a laced beige bra.
Iris felt herself fall back, that sable hair cloying around her against the smooth warm surface of the hood. She felt the breeze as her flesh was exposed, the soft caress of Gingers fingertips as the shirt was pulled away to reveal her snowy breasts. Her heart began to race, pounding like a jack rabbit in her chest.
“See?” Ginger cooed as she brought her lips to Iris’s nipple, snuggled coyly beneath that sheen of soft silk.
Iris gave a small cry as her nipple responded immediately to the stimulation, growing hard and pebble-like as it pushed painfully against the confines of that silky fabric.
Gingers soft sigh of excitement was muffled as she brought her head down and trailed steamy kisses along the top of each breast. Deft fingers captured Iris’ erect nipples between her forefingers and thumbs where she proceeded to gently tweak and roll them between her finger tips.
Iris’s eyes fluttered to a close as she sucked in a deep breath, feeling herself getting lost in the way Ginger commanded her body to respond. She lifted her ivory hand and pushed it through Gingers gorgeous cinnamon hair. It felt like satin between her fingers “I could ask you to stop.” Iris spoke with a breathless smile, peering out from dark lashes.
“You won’t” Ginger replied with sweet confidence “Because you know you need this.”
Iris sucked in a deep breath between her teeth and let her emerald eyes fall to a close. She found herself asking the same question over and over in her head – did she need this? God. It felt so good when Ginger touched her. This amazing, vibrant and fiery woman wanted her. She could, for just a moment in time, have a taste of all that Ginger had to offer. How long could she truly deny herself such a simple thing?
“Yes.” Iris breathed “Yes I do”
Ginger didn’t hesitate; she had been waiting for months for Iris to come around. Ever since that first sweet kiss. If this was their moment, the one she had been waiting for, she refused to waste it. She pulled Iris roughly up against her, cradling the back of Iris’s head with her hand. The girls face pressing softly against her large cushion of breasts. She pulled off the girls’ shirt, whispering sweet nothings as she did. With over-eager hands Ginger reached behind Iris to unsnap the delicate latch the held her tedious bra in place. It fell away with not much resistance as delicious perfectly round breasts popped free beneath her heated gaze.
Iris looked up to Ginger with a slight nervous pout, stripped of her clothes from the waist up. She lowered her head. Slightly ashamed of her body, unsure if this was what Ginger had been expecting. She lifted her hands in an attempt to cover herself.
“You are beautiful” Ginger reached out to take hold of Iris’s wrists, halting her attempt to hide herself. “Don’t you dare hide” Ginger let Iris’s hands fall away so she could tentatively lift the weight of the girls petite left breast. She watched Iris’s face as she ran her thumb across the tip of her erect nipple, gauging her reaction before leaning down to suckle on its creamy pinkness.
A slight whimper of pleasure escaped Iris as she wrapped her arms around Gingers shoulders, long ivory fingers laced at the back of her neck. When Gingers’ moist lips curled around that throbbing nub, Iris felt something hot and moist begin to build between her legs. She pulled Gin in closer, holding tightly as she enjoyed the sweet sensation of that hot tongue, curling around her nipple. In an act of surrender, Iris titled her head back as she directed Gingers head to the opposing breast.
Ginger grinned and followed Iris’ direction, cupping the other breast in her hand before twirling her tongue around that throbbing peak. She squeezed the soft flesh of her breast between her fingers while teasing it with her tongue. Overwhelming, the need to dominate grew like a fire in the pit of her stomach. She knew she could easily overpower Iris, but that would not be fun. She wanted Iris to submit willingly. Slowly she pulled away, leaning back to look deeply into her green eyes. “That feels good doesn’t it?”
Iris nodded briskly as she struggled with a sudden need to reciprocate. She looked up to Ginger, wanting desperately to return the favor. Without thinking, she lunged forward, her anxious hands tugged at Gingers red tank until she pulled it frantically over her head. To Iris’s great pleasure, Ginger was not wearing a cumbersome Bra. Her grand breasts bounced, heavily swaying as Ginger was forced to take a step back. This allowed Iris a moment to soak up the beauty laid out before her. She was amazed at the perfect pear-shaped plumpness. Uncertainly, she reached out to cup Gingers right breast in her hand, feeling the weight of it against her palm. “I want to make you feel good too” Iris whispered as she leaned forward and pressed her face into the overwhelming softness. She pulled at the nipple with her lips feeling it grow hard against them before she felt out with her tongue, circling it over and over. The taste of her flesh was enough to drive her mad, an exotic rhapsody dancing over her taste buds.
Ginger had not expected the response she received from Iris. It was eager and mouthwateringly beautiful. She found herself arching her head back, lips parting as a low moan escaped her lips. Dear God! This was good. Little tingles ran up and down her spine as Iris worked her tongue around her throbbing hard peak. Ginger pushed her hands to Iris’s shoulders, using the leverage to push her back. Here actions were driven by need, she fell to her knees before Iris, frantically tugging off her shoes and then unfastened her’ pants, pulling them free of her legs in one smooth motion. “My turn” Ginger purred as she yanked down the girls panties to rest at her ankles.
Iris gasped at the sudden change in Gingers’ approach, recognizing the look of hunger in her eyes. She felt her breath catch in her throat as her clothes were pulled away. A shudder of delight ran down her body, as the warm summer air caressed the folds between her thighs. “Ooooh” was an involuntary response; it fled her lips before she could think to stop herself.
Ginger pa
rted Iris’s lower lips pulling them away so she could run her tongue along the expanse of her crevice. She twirled the tip of her tongue around her clit before slipping a single finger into that tight hole. She appreciated the fact Iris was clean shaven down here. It made things so much easier when it came to delivering pleasure.
“Ah…” Iris moaned as she fell back onto the car, sucking in a labored breath between her teeth. Wave upon sweet wave, of wild pleasure rocked her body. She felt the swift urgency in Gingers digits as they delved further and further into the tight confines of her body. Her slick inner walls began to tighten. A steady, painful throb growing in her deepest regions as she felt herself come close to snapping. The sound that escaped her was animalistic when a rush of moisture erupted all over Gingers hand.
Ginger sang out at the sweet heady scent of Iris’s sex. She paused only for a moment, before diving in, to lap up the sweet nectar that was dripping down those pale thighs. She captured her clit with her mouth sucking it between her teeth applying just slight pressure before pulling back “So sweet” Ginger curled her lips into a small –o- blowing warm air across that throbbing clit.
Iris shuddered again, this time cumming so hard her body began to tremble, yet somehow she knew this was only the beginning. This was only part of what Ginger wanted to do to her. “Gin...” she whimpered as she wriggled beneath her, parting her legs further, exposing herself completely to Gingers gaze. “Please... ” She didn’t even know what she was asking for. She just knew she wanted release, and Ginger was the one to do it.
Ginger grinned wickedly at the request, so fucking hot. Still topless, she dug into her back pocket to retrieve the vibrator, a swift flick of her hand and it buzzed to life. “Please what?” she teased “Please make you scream?” She took her sweet time dragging the vibrator along Iris’ thigh. “Is that what the angel wants?” She kissed her way up along Iris’s pale body. Expertly, she lifted one hand, to take both of hers’ and pin them over her head. The other hand, was tracing the vibrator in a slow path around the girls dripping wet entrance. Ginger felt herself growing wet, her thighs sticking together. She would be sure to find her own release before this was over.
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