by E. Walsh
If she could not let loose a little tonight, she might not ever have another chance. “I’m definitely into it,” she said, and pulled Yvonne close for a second kiss.
This time, the kiss was longer, and the taste of the older woman lingered on Trisha’s lips as she parted her mouth slightly, allowing Yvonne to push her tongue between her teeth.
For a long while, the two women breathed sharply as they worked their tongues together, exploring each other’s mouths and getting to know their individual tastes.
Finally, Yvonne separated slightly from the kiss, and whispered, “You’re going to get me too excited like that.”
“What’s wrong with getting you excited?” said Trisha. She pinched the older woman’s rear to prove her point.
“Nothing, as long as you plan to do something about it later,” said Yvonne.
She glanced around at the sand dunes and the tall grass that blew in the ocean wind. “Or let me do something about it, instead,” she added.
“I thought that was the plan,” said Trisha, biting her lower lip. “I just wanted to get in the mood first.”
Yvonne looked back at her, then, with a gleam in her eye. “How would you feel about continuing this right here?” she asked.
“On the beach?” said Trisha.
“Why not?” Yvonne smirked. “We’re all alone out here. Not a soul in sight. It’s probably even more private than it would be back at the bungalow!”
Trisha was not sure how she figured that, and she could not quite picture herself getting frisky with an older woman she had just met on the beach where anybody could walk up on them.
Still, she had to admit the thought was a little sexy. The idea of getting caught was enough to get her excited, too, and she found herself agreeing before she could really realize what she was saying.
“Let’s do it.”
Yvonne led her to the edge of the water, and the two women sat next to each other in the damp sand in the lowest part of the tide.
Trisha had always wondered what it would be like to have a romantic experience like this on the beach, but she had never really wondered about the sand before.
It was a little bit different in real life than it was in the movies, but she could get used to the idea of lying on the cool, wet sand with her skin exposed to the elements. Just as she was getting comfortable, Yvonne kissed her again, trailing her hand up Trisha’s inner thigh.
Trisha squirmed beneath the touch, but allowed herself to melt into the sensation of Yvonne’s deep kiss and her wandering fingers down below.
It was easy to completely lose herself in the feeling, and soon, Trisha was kissing back, squeezing Yvonne’s breasts through her skimpy dress, and longing for the woman to stop touching her thighs and move to the part of her body that needed attention the most.
Yvonne had clearly done this before, even if not on the beach, and she was happy to take the lead in the situation. Soon enough, she straddled Trisha and bent over her, locking their lips once again and pulling Trisha’s long dress up around her hips.
Beneath the dress, Trisha wore a simple pair of thong panties, and she shuddered when she felt the salty beach air hit her exposed flesh.
Yvonne was not kidding when she said she wanted to speed up this encounter.
By now, Trisha was so deeply lost in the moment that she was happy to let the older woman do whatever she possibly wanted.
“Just tell me if you want me to stop,” Yvonne breathed against Trisha’s neck. Trisha, in turn, grabbed Yvonne’s rear and squeezed, making the older woman laugh. “I take that as a sign to keep going?”
“Keep going,” Trisha said.
She pushed the fabric of Yvonne’s dress up around her waist as well, exposing the older woman’s panties.
From her angle lying flat on her back beneath Yvonne, she could not do very much, but she was going to see as much of the woman’s body as she could while she had the chance.
Yvonne guessed what Trisha had in mind, and she took a moment to sit back and unzip her white dress, pulling it off over her head when she was finished.
Now left in nothing but a strapless bra and her underwear, she tossed the dress to the side and slipped her fingers between Trisha’s thighs slowly.
Trisha immediately bucked her hips up against the sudden sensation, trying desperately to hold back her excitement.
She needed this, she told herself. She needed to just let loose and be wild for no reason other than her own personal pleasure.
Though it felt a little wrong to let this older woman straddle her and rub her like this, it felt a lot more right.
She had not been touched like this in so long, and the desire for release was already getting to her.
Making out with Yvonne on the dunes was enough to get her excited, and if she had returned to her bungalow alone, she probably would have had to work on pleasuring herself just to get over it. It was much nicer like this.
As if sensing Trisha’s desire building quickly, Yvonne rubbed faster, hoping to bring the younger woman to her climax as quickly as possible.
It was wonderful having a chance to be with someone this much younger, but she also wanted to be sure neither of them were caught.
Although it seemed unlikely, she knew they would have to work fast to avoid any nighttime walkers who might show up in the middle of the action.
As she rubbed at Trisha through her panties, the younger woman writhed in pleasure beneath her, and Yvonne felt herself getting wetter as she watched.
Trisha had trouble reaching any of Yvonne’s body as the woman sat on top of her, but she awkwardly tried anyway, pushing her own fingers between Yvonne’s legs and working on the older woman’s sex in rhythm with Yvonne’s skilled rubbing.
The two moved their hands back and forth over the thin fabric that separated their fingers from the sensitive skin beneath, and for a while, the only sounds either woman made were soft moans of encouragement to keep going, keep rubbing, and keep touching.
Finally, Yvonne smirked, and with one more rub she pushed Trisha’s panties to the side and slipped her fingers deep inside the younger woman.
Trisha cried out in surprise and intense pleasure as Yvonne pushed two fingers in and out, in and out, slowly and first, and then built up speed once again.
“Oh god, Yvonne,” Trisha gasped, as she tried to match the woman’s rhythm again with her own fingers.
She was unable to even come close, however, as she felt herself nearing the edge almost immediately.
Yvonne knew exactly how to do this, and Trisha could hold it back no longer.
She cried out louder than she meant to and came quickly and deeply in waves of pleasure.
As Trisha finished, Yvonne immediately turned her attention to her own needs, fingering herself quickly while she watched Trisha’s expression of ecstasy.
Trisha, however, said, “You can’t have all the fun!” and pushed Yvonne’s hand aside in favor of slipping her own fingers between the older woman’s legs once again.
Trisha did not have to search for long to find the most sensitive part of Yvonne’s body, and as soon as she did, she pressed harder and harder against the older woman’s clit with each downward stroke of her rubbing fingers.
In just a few short motions, Yvonne shuddered and came, too, with a cry to match Trisha’s and several waves of orgasmic pleasure.
Both women took a moment to catch their breaths, lying on the wet sand side by side with the waves lapping their bare skin.
Finally, Yvonne said, “Well? Was it worth letting go a little?”
“So worth it,” said Trisha, grinning in the moonlight. “That was unlike anything I have ever done before.”
Yvonne laughed. “Maybe we can try it again sometime,” she said, and stood up to pull her dress back on.
Trisha joined her, and the two women made themselves presentable enough to walk back to the hotel on the beach, with thoughts of their romantic rendezvous fresh on their minds.
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Epilogue
Trisha collapsed onto the bed in the darkness of her little bungalow.
Her romantic tryst with Yvonne had taken up much of the evening, and she was finally feeling the exhaustion of a plane trip and hours of partying and physical exertion.
Somehow, she had managed to drag herself to the shower to rinse all the sand from her body before she headed to bed, but that was more or less the last of her strength.
She was tired, and she was going to sleep all day.
Still, she could not help but dissolve into laughter there alone in the bungalow.
What would her friends back at the coffee shop think of her now?
She had always been the powerful, management type at work, and she was so devoted to her career that she never seemed to have time for much of anything else.
Tonight, though, there on the beach, she had been reduced to nothing more than a mess of pleasure and passion, and in a semi-public location, no less.
This was the kind of story she would treasure for the rest of her life, even if she could not quite share it with anyone else back at work.
She hoped that the rest of her vacation would go as well as this first night had.
When she arrived at the hotel earlier in the day, she had never expected her night to take such a drastic turn.
Now, looking back on it, she would not have traded the experience for anything.
Even if she never saw Yvonne again, she would always remember the time when a hot older woman had bothered to sit a little too close to her on the beach.
She was so glad, knowing what she knew now, that she had not chased Yvonne away when she first sat nearby all those hours ago.
Hopefully, she mused as she started to fall asleep, she would run into Yvonne again before her vacation was up.
Maybe if their second encounter went as well as the first had, she could convince the older woman to stick around a little bit longer. After all, there was so much more beach to see.
The End
27. Maid of Honor
By: Naughty Nicole
Maid of Honor
© Cassandra Cole, 2016 – All rights reserved Published by Steamy Reads4U
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Chapter One
“There she is!”
Collette Sanders strolled into the crowded bar with a broad smile on her face, her long legs barely covered by her mini-skirt and the overcoat she wore over her evening wear.
Heads turned, as they always did, to watch the tall brunette that had just stepped in from the cold and was making her way to the group of girls noisily occupying the three booths in the corner.
“My maid of honor!”
Jackie’s voice echoed across the bar, her shrill excitement piercing through the heavy cigarette smoke and loud music playing from a vintage music box to her side.
The crowd seemed to part as she ran to Collette and embraced her viciously, squeezing her tight as both women jumped up and down.
“You are going to kill me,” Collette giggled as she quickly tried to calm the bride-to-be, holding her close as they returned to the other bachelorette party guests waiting for them.
She recognized them all, some of which she hadn’t seen since college, the others various friends from Jackie’s ever-growing social circle.
Everyone was dressed to impress, and from the corner of her eye, Collette could see the hungry stares of drinkers, men and women alike, as they watched from afar.
“Next round’s on Collette!” Jackie screamed out, the other women joining in unison to cheer on the next round of what appeared to be tequila shots. Collette could already see that a few of them had waltzed deep into the zone of drunken bachelorettes, and she knew that in a few hours, they’d all be spilling over each other in the booths, making more of a fiasco than they already were.
That suited her just fine.
She waved to the bartender and signaled for the next round, evoking more cheers and shrill laughter.
“Collette, you have got to meet Tara!” Jackie cried out, pulling her friend by the arm to the furthest booth occupied by the party, the group of women sitting there unrecognizable.
Jackie had just recently changed jobs, and from the look of it, the booth was devoted to her new friends.
“Now, if I had never known you,” Jackie was saying, her voice already a little slurred, “then Tara would have been the woman for the job. She has been my saving grace ever since I joined Price Advertising.”
Jackie playfully fell into one of the girls’ lap, a blonde with a tight black dress cut low enough to display her cleavage and the upper mounds of her breasts.
The woman giggled along with Jackie as she wrapped her arms around her, looking up at Collette with a devilish smile and eyes that sparkled with mischief.
“So you’re the girl who’s stolen my chance to shine,” Tara winked.
“I’ve got the years of friendship to my advantage,” Collette smiled back, instantly liking the blonde.
Tara’s eyes ran up and down Collette’s body, scanning her quickly. “Apparently more than that.”
Collette felt her cheeks heat up, surprised at how bold the woman was, almost instantly self-conscious.
“Now, I want you to take extra good care of Tara for me,” Jackie said, standing up clumsily as she wrapped an arm around Collette’s neck. “She’s been good to me, and I want her to feel extra special this evening.”
Collette laughed. “I thought my job was to take care of you,” she said.
Jackie winked at her. “Believe me, sweetie,” she smiled wickedly. “By the time this night is through, you’re going to be carrying me home.”
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Chapter Two
Jackie quickly gave her a peck and pushed her into the booth, Collette finding herself thrown in the midst of the women as they made room for her.
Before she settled in, the shots had arrived and Jackie had begun making a fuss about marriage and finalities before ordering everyone to down their drinks and order more.
“She really knows how to party,” Tara laughed.
Collette smiled at the blonde, pressed up beside her and closer than she would have comfortably preferred.
“She’s been a wild cat since college,” Collette said.
“I bet,” Tara said, lighting a cigarette and offering one to Collette. “She’s definitely turned the office around. Made my life a lot more interesting, that’s for sure.”
“Well, you’re in for a treat,” Collette smiled, puffing on the cigarette as a second shot was placed in front of her. “Besides me, I haven’t really met anyone who’s been able to keep up with her.”
Tara raised an eyebrow and stared long and hard at Collette. “Is that a challenge Miss Maid of Honor?”
Collette laughed and shook her head. “God no,” she said. “I haven’t done anything half as crazy as college for years now. This is the most fun I’ve had
in a while.”
“I find that hard to believe,” Tara said.
Collette smiled at the blonde, a little taken aback by how interested she seemed in her. Jackie must have told her a lot about their college adventures.
Since then, Collette had basically kept a very low profile, her outings limited to those that involved colleagues and innocent lunches. Every now and then she’d meet up with Jackie and be coaxed into recapping the college life, but she had always been the sober one at the end of the night.
Besides, they had always needed a designated driver, despite Jackie’s constant protests that she could drive.
“Work keeps me grounded,” Collette admitted.
“What do you do?”
“I’m a teacher,” Collette said proudly. “So, I basically have to maintain a socially acceptable lifestyle. You never know whose parents you might bump into in the most unexpected places.”
Tara laughed at that and held her drink up in the air. “Well, then, let’s make this a night to remember,” she said. “I have a feeling we’re going to be really good friends, you and me.”
Collette smiled as Tara gave her a peck on the cheek, then like a distracted child, ran off toward the dance floor.
Collette didn’t see her for the rest of the night. So much for making fast friends.
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Chapter Three
Grading test papers was the one thing most teachers hated to do, even though it was how they gauged how well their students were doing.
Colleen was no different. She hated grading papers, but she had also taken it upon herself a long time ago to make sure that her students were always improving, and she had learned that practice really did make perfect.
She had been teaching for almost four years now, and had learned early on that change of scenery was the best thing to keep her going.
That was why she was spending Sunday morning at her regular coffee shop, her latte steaming beside her as she mused over a student’s ridiculous persuasive essay.
