23 comments/ 19614 views/ 39 favorites Rest Stops in a Mad Life By: MSTarot (This story is dedicated to Rozalin_0123 and is a birthday gift from me to her. Happy Birthday, you wonderful lady, and I do hope you enjoy this little road trip to the coast. Four miles. "Oh damn." Three miles. "Oh damn, oh damn. Two miles. Check for state troopers—no? Gun it! One Mile. "Oh, damn, damn, damn." Off-ramp! Rest stop! BATHROOM! Not worrying about my purse, cell phone or anything damn thing else but my bladder and the possibility of doing a very childish thing, I scrambled out the car and sprinted into the rest stop and through the door with the little, dress wearing lady. Past the dripping sinks, the hand driers, and the trash can with wadded up, brown paper towels. Past the baby changing station with its cute Koala teddy bear, and past the startled woman on her cell phone. Into a stall, pants and panties already going past my hips as I was knocking the door shut with my elbow. "Oh, thank god," I moaned as my eyeballs crossed. The strain of trying to hover over a seat, since I had not wiped it down, was offset by the total sense of relaxation that spread from me as I sent a rill in to the bowl that would have been the envy of the men in the other bathroom. Both in volume and sound. A fact I became all too aware of when, after I wiped and pulled up my pants, I opened the door to find the cell phone lady, phone now put away, looking at me, trying her damndest not to smile. "Close call?" she asked, her lips twitching. "Very." I breathed a sigh, and then for some reason felt a need to explain myself to a total stranger. "I took my water pill this morning by mistake, not thinking about the drive I had to make today. I think I'm going to die before I get where I'm going." She gave me a sympathetic half-chuckle, and then rolled her eyes when her cell phone began to blow up again. "Yes? No, I haven't left the rest stop yet,"' she said with clearly exhausted patience. I left her to her call and went to the sink to clean my hands. When I was going to use the noisy hand drier I stopped, decided to be courteous to her and just pulled a handful of the paper towels instead. I gave her a nod as I went out the door and into the lobby. She smiled, nodded, then rolled her eyes again and gave me a "Yack, yack, yack" sign with her hand. Grinning, I went outside into the lobby, which smelled of either Clorox bleach or Pine-Sol or maybe some chemically toxic lethal mixture of the two, to consult the big, framed map. I was tracing my route with a finger when cell phone lady came out the restroom, still making slightly annoyed yes-no answers to whomever was on the other end. She gave me a second smile and went past me out the doorway. I paused in my destination contemplation to look at her from her painted toenails, in those comfortable-as-sin looking Birkenstock sandals, to the top of her slightly windblown hair. Nice. Walking out the doorway I found myself following her up the sidewalk, admiring the hourglass figure she must wear a corset sometimes to get, till I saw her put up her cell phone with an angry shake of her head. She hopped in a smart, sporty, little blue convertible and was tying on a rose-colored head scarf when I walked past to my own top-down Mustang. We exchanged one last smile then she pulled out and disappeared off down the road and out onto the highway. Getting into the car, I paused as I closed the heavy door, considering if I had to go back to the restroom again before I took off. I sat there for a few moments, trying to sense the inner will of my bladder, and after a moment decided I was good. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** "Damn, damn, damn. OHHHH! Damnit!" I swerved the Mustang. "No bumps!" The big car roared down the highway, eating mile markers like Pez candy, but I needed it to be eating them like popcorn. By the handful... Two miles. "Oh, damn it..." One mile—Rest stop. BRAKES! Leaving the tire-smoking car, and a dozen frightened or amused gawking people, I raced into the restroom not even bothering to check what door I went through. I was nearly in tears from the relief I felt as I filled the bowl. All but shaking in near orgasmic pleasure, I wiped and left the stall, to find that I had picked the right door after all. The other ladies gave me amused, understanding smiles. When I walked back out, there was a very familiar blue convertible pulling in next to mine. She saw me walking from the bathroom and gave me a grin. "I was ahead of you for about thirty miles, but then you came past me like I was sitting still." She closed her door and was about to say something else but her phone chirped. "Oh, for fuckity, fuck sake already. Sorry." I shrugged and went to the passenger side of the Mustang. "Yes?" she said with exasperation. "No, I'm not getting huffy, but damn it you just hung up not two minutes ago. Yes, I'm stopped at a rest stop again, I wanted a Coke. No, I didn't want to sit in a drive through just to get a drink." Getting my own drink from the cup holder, I walked over to one of the park benches to sit and drink my soda on something not moving for once in three hours and to give my betraying bladder time to refill again. It had not been fifteen minutes down the road from the last rest stop when I had begun to need to go again. God fucking damn this shit today. I watched her talking and pacing a bare spot in the grass beside the cars till she finally got fed up with the caller and held the phone away from her ear. She looked at me and gave me this shaking with rage gesture. Then she made like she wanted to strangle her phone. I had to laugh at that. She nodded, shook her head with resignation and stalked off towards the restrooms with the phone again pressed to her ear. Sipping at my soda, I pulled my phone from my hip and looked at it, for a moment feeling envy for the other lady and the person calling her. Mine hadn't so much a butt-dial me a chime in two days. But then I knew that if I had someone as up my ass all the time as whoever was calling her, they would be told off and out my life in a hurry. Clipping it back on, I leaned my back into the concrete table top and closed my eyes. The rustle of a bag of chips, being opened behind me, popped my eyes open. Looking over my shoulder, I saw cell phone lady walking up to the table. "Mind if I join you?" she asked. "Not at all." I spun around and straddled one leg over the bench to sit, more or less, facing her. "Noora." She smiled. "Ann." She sat down with the same type of long suffering sigh I had given. "I'm so tired of driving today, and I have miles to go before I sleep." "Same. All the way to the coast." I shrugged and half-pointed towards her phone on the table. "At least someone's keeping you company." She shook her head. "Annoying the pants off of me." She spun the phone around and slid it over to me. "Bridgette, my BFF...well, my sometimes best friend. She's pushing things this week. I'm headed to the coast as well. Meeting her. Some big mystery she won't talk to me on the phone about." "Sorry," I said for something to say as I handed her back the phone. The girl in the picture had been a yummy brunette, all curves and boobs, in a bikini that was strings and postage stamps. Just the sight of her made me hungry, and horny. It also made me think back to my last...BFF, Samantha, and to the fights between us, not too dissimilar to what I've been privy to today. Fights that had ended that relationship. Ann waved off the apology and ate a chip. Not two, or a small tight packed cluster like I would have, but a single chip. She sipped her diet Dr. Pepper, and looked over at my Mustang and her car, then back at me. "I wasn't kidding, how fast were you going? I only saw a black blur and then your bumper disappeared!" "I wasn't really paying attention to the speedometer, I was watching for red and blue lights to appear behind me." "Well, I was doing at least seventy five to eighty so you were, god—well over a hundred and ten. At least!" She shook her head. Shrugging, I sipped the watery soda. The ice had melted long ago to make this fountain drink disgusting, but it was not worth the effort to go get a bottled soda from the vending machines. "Do you mind if I ask why you're heading for the coast?" she asked me when it got quiet again. "Oh, not at all." I smiled at her being a bit nosey "I've got to go to a small condo, I was timesharing with a friend and get some stuff I left behind. She's, well–we're, selling the rest of the lease. We had a bit of a falling out, she and I." "Oh. Oh, sorry to hear that. A misunderstanding? I have lost friends like that myself before. I..." She jumped a bit when the phone in her hand went off. She looked at it. "Oh for heaven sake, Bridgette." With a shake of her head she looked up at me. "Sorry, I have to take it. If I let it ring, she will think I'm dead in a ditch somewhere." I motioned for her to go ahead. To give her a bit of privacy, I got up and walked to the trash can and chucked the remains of my soda. When I looked back, she was again up and pacing her line in the grass again. "No, I'm not! I wanted to sit still for a few minutes; I've been driving all damn morning. Yes, I will. Yes. I will! Look, I know...I didn't say that!" Walking over to the vending machines, I managed to get a hand somehow into the pocket of these too-damn tight–but-look-so-good-on-me—jeans and fished out some change to buy a drink to tide me over on the road. The wind coming in the convertible kept drying out my mouth. I could have put the top up but it was such a beautiful day. Okay, drink check. Restroom needs? Good. Rested? Well, nothing short of the bed at the condo would give me the rest I need, and that was still hours away. And, of course, thinking about the bed got me to thinking about the condo. The fun times, the many years of going there to just let the rest of the world piss off for a few days. The wonderful days in the sun, the even hotter nights in that bed. The arguments. The jealousy. The fights. The long talks. The long times when we didn't talk. Then the oh so predictable end. I looked over at the cell phone lady–Ann? Ann, yeah that was it. She was walking, talking, and shaking her head. It was so familiar a look, I had to get away from it. Too many memories. I gave her a wave when she turned my way, and I had to smile at her rolled eyes. Then I headed for the Mustang. ** ** ** ** ** ** ** When the green traffic signs finally began to show my destination, I could have wept. Now the mile markers were like a countdown. 159 miles, 158 miles, 157 miles... Twice I had been forced to stop and deal with the way my eyeballs wanted to float, but for the last hour I was...well, okay. There was a minor need, but I think my bladder was within my control again. 143 miles, 142 miles... The closer I got to the beach, to the condo, to the final symbolic gesture that would end four years of relationship, the more I just wished those mile markers would hit one, and I would be there. I so wanted to simply get to the condo, gather my effen-few things, and take the last look at that gorgeous view from the balcony, the thing that had sold the place to me four years ago. I might not miss the relationship for terribly long, but I knew I would miss that view for the rest of my life. 120 miles, 115 miles... And damn her over-controlling, I'm-queen-bitch-and-you-can-heel-when-I-say-so, born-with-a-silver-spoon-up-her-twat ass! "So a sexual relationship with me was slumming for you huh?" I asked the night air, rushing into the car. "Oh, it's fine when my head's between your legs, but take me to meet your friends? Your family? Oh, fuck no! You fucking, goddamned, stuck-up fucking..." 105 miles. 102 miles. "And I don't pull my weight in the relationship!" 80 miles 75 miles 50 miles. "And oh, you just can't handle the emotional burden of being the one who brings in the majority of the money?" 10-9-8-7-6—5 miles! 1 Mile! "One mile?" I looked back over my shoulder at the sign, not sure I saw it right, and then glanced down at the speedometer. "Oopsy." Taking my foot off the accelerator, it came up off the floorboards, and the big car reluctantly dropped back under a hundred and forty. Wishing desperately for a drag-chute, I managed to get the car under a hundred by the time I hit the off ramp. I still had to stand on the brakes to get slowed when the light at the bottom of the ramp changed, of course, but I rolled to a gentle stop. I'm sure it was purely in my imagination that I heard my car panting like a winded horse. When the light changed, I was about to go forwards, when that now easily recognizable blue convertible shot through the red light in front of me. I watched the little, azure coupe all but Tokyo-Drift its way back onto the interstate. Before my light could change back to red, I made my turn and when I passed the on-ramp I looked over. The blue convertible was parked on the side, about halfway up the ramp. As I slowed, I saw its caution lights turn on. Hitting my blinker, I u-turned and rolled up the ramp to behind the little car. Checking behind me, I opened the Mustang's door, got out and walked up beside her car. Ann was crying. I rested my hand on the door and crouched down. "Hun?" "I found out what the big surprise was." She gripped the steering wheel till I worried her knuckles might break. "Bridgette...she's...well she not just...my friend...she and I....we're, well..." "Hey, Ann." I moved my hand to rest on top of hers, feeling the tension in that grip. "It's okay. I am too." She looked over at me, studying my face. Then slowly shook her head with a faint smile. "Why did I not see that?" She gave a self-deprecating quirk of her mouth. "I'm sorry, I'm terrible at names and here you remembered mine." "Noora," I said with a grin. "Noora, that's right! Sorry." She took a deep breath. "Bridgette and I have been lovers for half-a-dozen years now. Not always exclusively, but most of the time–yeah. She called me, asked me to come down, said she had some wonderful news for me." Ann shook her head and chuckled. "How hearing that my girlfriend has met someone else and they are thinking of getting married is wonderful news for me, I don't know." "Why didn't she just tell you that on the phone?" I asked, shifting my legs to a more comfortable position. "Bridgette wanted me to meet her!" I looked down and shook my head with a sigh. "Now here I am. I've driven all damn day long. I'm hours and hours from home–exhausted." She wiped at her eyes. "And the bed, where I thought I would be sleeping tonight, smells of another woman's perfume." How do you answer that? Shifting my legs again, I placed both forearms on her door and rested my chin on the back of my hand. She looked over at me and then hung her head. "I'm sorry," she said. "For what?" I asked. "This isn't your business, and I've just dumped all of my personal crap on you, Noora. Look," She moved a hand from the wheel and rested it on my arm. "Thank you. Thank you for listening. I appreciate that. Really." "No problem." "I need to go find me a hotel and try to get some sleep." She sniffled, wiped at her eyes again. "I want to drive back home but I'm too tired." "You hungry?" I asked out the blue. "All I've seen you eat today was some chips." "I was, but now...my stomach's all in knots." She shrugged. "I need to go. I've been down here a few times, and there is an Econo Lodge up the road. I'll get a room for the night." "And do what? Spend the night in a lonely hotel room crying till the pillows are soaked?" I asked, knowing that was exactly what she was going to do. She nodded. "Bullshit. That's no kind of night. Believe me I've had enough of them to know." I tapped her door with my fingertip. "Spin this thing around. Follow me down the coast a bit to my condo. It's still half-mine till I clear out the last of my things. There's two bedrooms, and I can put some steaks on the grill." When she went to protest I shook my head. "Ann, let me help." "Why?" she asked, and I must have looked at her strange. "You don't know me, Noora. Why do you want to help?" Ann tone was not hostile, just curious. I shrugged, but saw that she wasn't going to accept that as an answer. "It's kind of what I do, I guess. I like to help, to fix things when I can. I've been told I mother people too much at times, but I can't see someone hurting and not at least try to help." Ann sat there for a second then reached forwards and turned off her caution blinkers. When she looked over at me her eyes were blood-shot red. "I'm hurting." "I know. Follow me." I stood up and placed my hand on hers. "There's no need to be hurting and lonely. Not if I can help in any small way." Walking back to my Mustang, I felt my mind racing to what I was doing. This was maybe not the best idea I had ever had. I know myself. I'm vulnerable to a person hurting. I've let myself be used by that before, and that was with people I've known for a long time. This lady I've hardly even talked to. What was I doing? Checking the traffic, I backed the black Mustang down the on-ramp and pulled back onto the parkway. Ann was soon behind me, her little coupe a drifting blue ghost in my rearview mirror. As I neared the condo, I hit the blinker and swerved into the little mom and pop grocery near the beach. Getting out, I walked back to her car. "New York strip work?" I asked, "And what do you like to drink?" "Ah—Pepsi?" I gave her a look. "I meant alcohol wise." "Oh, ah–vodka is what I normally drink, that or wine." She shrugged. "I don't really drink a lot." "Tonight you do." Giving her a smile, I ran inside. The lady behind the counter gave me a wave that I returned. She and I have been acquaintances for few years. A quick look over their steaks, a dash through the fresh vegetables for salad fixings, a loaf of French bread, and then two bottles of wine, and I was out the door. Ann just watched me from her car with a bemused expression. I set the groceries into the space behind my seat and looked back at her. I stuck my tongue out. Leaving her giggling, I pulled out and made her chase me down the coast highway. The moon was highlighting the grass-topped sand dunes that went flashing past, and the cool sea breeze was blowing into the open-topped car. It felt like a glorious time to be alive! When I saw the bright painted condos all sitting like pelicans in a row I had to smile. It had been far too long since I had arrived here with the idea of an even halfway enjoyable night planned. I watched Ann pull her little blue coupe in behind me, then up next to me at my directing wave. "This is beautiful," she said when we got out. "Yeah, I always loved it here, even if I didn't always love the company. Come. I'll show you the best feature." Grabbing the grocery bags out the car, I led her up the boardwalk ramp and around to the side of my unit. On the short steps to the upper floor, where the front door was, I had to fight the urge to follow the painted footsteps I had put there on a fun whimsical afternoon of play with...Samantha. Thinking that name was like swallowing a bitter pill. Looking behind me, I saw Ann couldn't help herself. She walked up the rainbow colored path of my footprints. I smiled, but then the smile died as so many memoires of my ex-lover came back to me, Samantha doing that exact thing. Shrugging it off, I opened the door to that familiar smell of this, my home away from home. Oh, to anyone else it probably smelled like too many years of sandalwood incense, vanilla candles, and that always present smell of the salty winds off the ocean. Rest Stops in a Mad Life That scent drove me to the big windows that I slid open to let the cool breeze blow into the house, and trapped me there just letting it flow past me. "It is beautiful," Ann said from beside me. I looked over at her, watching her hair just blowing in the incoming breeze. She closed her eyes and let the sounds of the beach and the sea wash past her as well. I saw her visibly relax. I placed a hand on her shoulder and she looked at me a bit startled, like she had momentarily forgotten I was there. "I'll go get the steaks going. There are two bottles of wine, and I have a stocked liquor cabinet there by the fridge. I know there is vodka in there somewhere, so help yourself. There's a Pepsi in the bag with the salad." She nodded, watching me with a peculiar look then a soft smile. "Thank you." ** ** ** ** ** ** ** "So I was in this nightclub, been dancing half the night away. I'm drunk on a dozen things. Alcohol, adrenaline, endorphins, and had a contact high from all the close human touch. I was sweaty, horny and I felt someone dancing behind me. Tight up against me. I thought it was a guy till I felt breasts. When I turned around she smiled at me and danced even closer. A few of the guys around us were cheering us on, and then, well she kissed me." Ann shrugged. "At the time I wasn't sure what to do, so I kissed her back. That had us the center of attention, and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. So when I left the dance floor, I was on my way out the door. Then she was there. Smiling. Her name was Cindy." I nodded. Ann absently dipped a finger into the empty salad bowl and licked the sweet vinaigrette off the tip. "Still hungry?" I asked. "No. That was delicious, everything was delicious." She laughed and placed a hand on her stomach. "I'm stuffed." "Come on, we'll walk a bit of it off." I slowly got to my feet and picked up the half-full bottle of wine we were sharing. Ann got up just as reluctantly as I had. Opening the back screen door, I walked out and left it up to Ann to close it or not, not that it mattered, there was hardly anything left in the condo to steal. The few things I had come down for were mostly sentimental and of no monetary value anymore. And Samantha had already been here and cleaned out her things. Not surprising given that she lived just a few hours down the coast. I pushed her from my mind just as soon as I pictured her. I didn't want to think of her anymore. Too many happy memories, which felt like they would never happen again in this lifetime. Now they seemed like things I should be grabbing at to try and hold onto, as impossible to hold as a handful of the sand I was soon walking on... "It's so beautiful down here. Bit hard to walk in this sand though," she said giggling. Looking back, I saw Ann walking behind me a bit, carrying her shoes and one of the old blankets we kept by the door, the ocean breeze blowing her hair back from her face. She saw me looking and smiled. I knew some of her difficulty walking had more to do with the first bottle of wine, that she had finished almost by herself, than with the sand. I stopped and waited for her to catch up. She looked a bit surprised when I took her hand, but she let me hold it none-the-less till we got to the water's edge. The foamy combers rolled across our feet and she laughed like a little girl. The water was still too cold, but I had the sudden urge to strip naked and drag her into the waves. I watched, her trying to keep her hair back out her eyes as she stood with the salt water licking her ankles. How? How could anyone leave this lovely woman? The conversation while we ate had been intelligent, a discussion of modern music sure, but she had kept her side of it with no problem. She was beautiful, smart, and when her cell phone was not glued to her ear, seemed to be enjoying herself. After a call to her mother, I had asked her if she would turn it off and just let her voice mail catch anything coming in. How quickly she had agreed was startling. After a bit she walked back up to the dry sand, spread out the blanket and sat down with a plop of her butt into the moonlit, white beach. I walked over and sat next to her. When I offered the bottle of wine to her she shook her head. I killed the last drops and let it sit in the sand next to me, idly playing with the top of it. "Thank you for this," she said after abut fifteen minutes of comfortable silence. "I would be in a cheap hotel with puffy eyes, crying my heart out by now if not for you." I smiled and leaned over to bump her shoulder with mine. She gave me a small bump back. "Do you do this often? Rescuing damsels in distress from the side of the road?" she asked. "Do I look like I ride around on a white steed?" I said with a snort. She glanced over her shoulder at where our cars were parked, "Well, you do have a Mustang. But no...it's black. Does that make you a villain? Should I be in fear of my virtue?" she asked laughing. I grinned. "Oh, absolutely. I've had dastardly plans for your virtue since I nearly ran you over at that first rest stop." I looked over at her and lifted my arm till my shirt's thin sleeve covered my lower face. "Muha, muha, muahhaha." She giggled and gave my side a push. When I rocked back in she was right in front of my face, smiling. That close I saw the laughter in her eyes, the laughter that was hiding, pushing back, the tears that she wanted to shed. Her eyes met mine and the laughter became a gentle smile. "I'm not sure I'm kidding," I said, my face still that close to hers. "About what?" she asked confused. "About my dastardly plans." Her eyebrows quirked up. "I can't say I planned it out, but I've got a beautiful woman staying the night at my condo. I know she's a lesbian, the same as me. I've been getting to know her throughout the day, and the more I've learned, the more I like about her. Hell, I've even been getting you mildly drunk so you're relaxed with me." She giggled. "Maybe a bit more than mildly." She looked at me and I at her for a moment. Then she smiled. "I like you Noora. I'm not sure I want to sleep with you–not yet, but I do like you. Enough to do this at least." Ann leaned that last few inches into me and kissed me. I've had a dozen of those in my life, first kisses. Some are simply nice; some are awkward and most are simply a kiss. Nothing more or less than that, just a kiss, in all the wonderful connotations of that word. With Ann, it was more than nice. I felt her mouth surrender to mine after the first few seconds of that impromptu kiss. She made no protest when I leaned her back on the sandy blanket and kissed her harder. Her hands pulled me down, bringing my body more and more into contact with hers. Then her hands were not pulling at me but exploring me, it was her hands that went under my shirt first, but soon we were both touching bare skin, as our mouths delighted in dancing together. I broke the kiss when her hand found my breast and her fingers my nipple. The moan from me was low, deep, just this side of guttural. When I looked down at her and smiled, she grinned back up at me. "I think I'm a bit more sure I would like to sleep with you now than I was a few minutes back," Ann told me, as she still held my nipple between her fingers giving it little pulsing pinches. "If nothing else that to hear that kitten growl from you again." "Kitten growl?" She giggled. Then pinched harder, making me moan again. "That's what it sounds like." "Un, huh. Well let's see what sounds you make." Placing my hand flat on Ann's belly, I tickled her. She squealed and rolled around under me, trying to get away from those fingers. "No! No! Stop it! Quit!" Moving swiftly, I slid down and replaced fingers with lips, and nibbling teeth. Gnawing at the soft skin in a way that was no less ticklish to judge from the sounds she was making. Then she tried to slide up away from me and her already low-riding shorts slipped down her hips enough that the top of her delicate pink panties appeared. They covered what appeared to be a neatly trimmed tangle of hair. When my lips touched those panties she stopped giggling and looked down at me her breath a pant. I kept my eyes on hers as I placed kiss after kiss along that line of warm cloth, my lips touching alternately cloth and skin as I followed the hem from one side of her to the other. "Noora?" she said softly. "Yes, my dear?" I answered just as softly. "Please don't tease me if you don't mean it. This day has been such a world of suck that I can't deal with anything fake, not even teasing." Her words carried such emotional torment that it tore at my heart to hear her speaking them. This stranger above who's most private of places my lips were hovering. The smell of her was already starting to fill my nose, a warm smell that promised a delicious banquet of flavor for me to savor. Looking down at the pink cloth vanishing under Ann's shorts, I knew I wanted to taste her, to hear her moan, but what I could not square in my head was just how much beyond that I might want as well. I was far too close to my last broken mess of a relationship to want to dive into another, but one night stands had never been much of my thing either. Catching the tops of her shorts, I pulled them and then hooked my fingers into those pink panties and pulled them lower. When my mouth was buried into her curls I rubbed my nose in the heaven I found there, reveling in her deep musk and vanilla smell. When I nibbled at those silky hairs, she gave a moan then I moved my mouth lower and lower still till my lips touched puffy flesh. Simple kisses were all I placed there as I moved her shorts lower down her thighs, but when they were out of my way, I let my tongue start to press between the pillows of soft skin, trying to find what I was after. And find it I did. She was not really wet but had begun to respond and the more I let my mouth take her in, the more she did. I was soon placing long licks down and then back up the length of her, drawing her wetness into my mouth with each lick, listening to her moan my name when my tongue brushed her clit. Then her hand was on my head, her fingers curling into my hair. I smiled when she made my head stop moving over her clit. I sucked at the nub, enjoying the taste of her, my tongue making small circles. "Put a finger in me please. I always have to have something inside me," she begged. Sitting up, I caught her shorts and pulled them off her fully. When her legs opened, I leaned into the deliciously wet valley I was exploring with my mouth. Wetting two fingers, I let them sink into her heat, and then licked around them. Her hands took a hard grip on my hair and pulled me deeper into her. "Oh, please," she moaned. "Yes, oh yes. Right there." More than happy to receive directions I went where she moved my head, letting her guide her own pleasure as I simple gorged my taste buds on the flavored heaven she guided me to. I sucked at her inner lips, letting the slick folds move between my lips. Noting as I did that hers were far more pronounced than any woman I had ever had before. Like silk ribbons trying to tie bows around my tongue, they moved as I tasted them, sucked at them. I paused when I head a whimper that was not pleasure. Looking up I saw a line of tears like a trail of diamonds marking her cheek. "Ann?" "I don't think I can." She brushed at my hair. "What you're doing feels wonderful...but I'm, well I guess I'm weird. I have to have something in me to make me cum. Your fingers feel nice but it's...I just can't, and I didn't bring any of my toys with me." She wiped at her face and shrugged. "Sorry." Smiling, I leaned in and placed a single soft kiss on her nether lips, my nose in her wiry curls. "Just let me take care of you down here, Ann. I know what to do." I told her, softly. She nodded, but I could see in her eyes she didn't believe me. That changed a few seconds later when the cool glass of the wine bottle passed between her lips, and I pushed the thickening neck of the bottle deeper and deeper into her. "OH GOD YES!" She arched her ass off the sand making the bottle sink into her till the neck widened too much for her to take. Her hands clawed at my hair, as I licked between her clit and the wet glass. I gave the bottle a gentle half-rotation with my hand, and she squirmed her bare ass on the blanket. It was only moments later that I felt her thighs begin to tremble, and her hands on my head took on little, jerky, spasmic tremors. Only a breathy moan from her throat told me that her pleasure had peaked, as her fingers relaxed. I looked up at her face, my chin dripping her moisture. "You're not a screamer?" She shook her head, a look of contented exhaustion on her face. "Not when I'm coming. I seem to lose all breath at that moment. Hard to even moan, let alone scream." She absently brushed my hair back from my face. "Thank you. Oh, thank you. That felt incredible." She gasped as I slid the wine bottle from within her. "Oh, that was perfect." I loved the naughty smile that she gave me when I lifted the bottle to my mouth and licked the side of the bottle's neck. I frowned. "It's empty, well mostly." Upending the bottle, I grinned at her. "How about a shower to wash off the sand? Then maybe another bottle of wine and my bed to finish out this night?" "Oh, that sounds like heaven." Letting the bottle drop into the sand by my boardwalk, I held my hand down to her and pulled her to her feet. I was not expecting it when her mouth was suddenly on mine. Her lips attacking my mouth, her tongue seeking my own. When Ann's body met mine it was with a warm, bare leg wrapping around my thighs. I gripped her ass in one hand and held us steady as we kissed. "Take me to bed Noora. Never mind the wine." I chuckled. "Shower first, no sand in the bed. House rules." I brushed her ass cheek. "And your butt is covered in it." Ann giggled, and with her bare ass looking like it was covered in powdered sugar, raced half naked up the boardwalk to my condo. Grinning, I grabbed up her shorts, the blanket and followed. I shook my head at the sandy foot prints leading their way across my kitchen floor. Dropping the blanket, I followed them to my bathroom and stopped by the door to admire the fully wet, glorious view of this delicate angel that had somehow invaded my life and the taste of whom was still filling my nose and mouth. Seeing me, Ann held out her hand towards me. "No sand in the bed, right?" she said with a grin. Laughing, I pulled my shirt off over my head, and then reached behind me to unhook my bra. When I dropped my shorts, she looked down at the navy blue, polka-dot panties, with the lower cheeks of my ass half out of them, and bit her bottom lip. Then, when I slipped those off her eyes, were glued to the patch of cotton candy hair I kept against modern convention. "Nice." She made a come hither gesture with her fingers. "I think you might have some sand I need to get off of you." Smiling, I stepped into the shower with her and then was in a tangle of wet arms legs and a deviously sensual mouth that went to work on the side of my neck. I sucked in watery mist when her lips encircled my nipple, and then I really gasped when a pair of wet fingers began to open me up. She delicately nipped the edges of my dark pink nipples then went after the other breast. The suction of her mouth was a blissful pleasure and at the same time my nipples were soon aching. I wanted to moan and scream often at the same time. . It was such a good ache. To beg her to be gentle and at the same time to simply hold her head and let her nurse from me to her content, no matter how hard or soft she suckled. Then her mouth was moving lower, and she pushed me back against the walls of my shower as she kissed her way across my belly. I moaned when her mouth was kissing the beads of water from my curls then louder when she laved the puffy lips to open them. I grabbed a towel bar and opened my legs to allow her better access to me. My fingers curled tighter around that bar as her nose rubbed my clit and her tongue and lips devoured my labia. When she sucked them in and licked her tongue across the sensitive skin, I leaned my face against the wet wall tiles and moaned her name in a continuous begging for her not to stop. "Oh, Ann...please." My fingers curled in her hair as she sank fully to her knees and tried to push her mouth into me. I looked down when she coughed. She blinked tear filled eyes when she finally looked up at me and grinned. "Sorry, I got a mouth full of water." Laughing, I bent down and caught her under her arms and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go to my bed, before you drown yourself." I turned off the water and pulled her into my arms. "I don't mind giving mouth-to-mouth at all but I think we can find other uses for our mouths tonight, huh?" She snuggled into my body, placing nipping kisses along the wet skin by my collar bone. "I know I can," she said in a sultry whisper. Stepping out the shower I grinned when I felt one of my soft towels suddenly being caressed along my back. I grabbed one from the rack myself, and giggling, the two of us dried each other, using towels as excuses to explore each other more fully. Ann was a sculptor's dream model. She was all soft curves, no harsh angles, plenty of half hidden contours to draw interest and a face to make an angel weep. From the appreciative murmurs she gave, I believed Ann enjoyed the way I looked as well. Between us those soft terrycloth towels were envied in the places they got to go, but I knew that before I was done mine would envy me. I finally could stand no more teasing, let the damn cloth fall to the floor and pressed this sexy woman hard into the wall. She gave a startled squeak and then melted against me, her hands finding those points of pleasure on my body so easily, it was as if we had been lovers for years. As our lips teased and taunted, we stumbled in a blind way through the hall and across to the bedroom. Each of us at that point seemed to want to be the one to be one top of the other, so we were turning almost like dancers by the edge of the bed. When my knees hit cloth and I went over backwards with me on the bottom, I can't say I was disappointed to find myself in that position. My legs opened naturally, and when she slid herself between them, I wrapped them about her hips. She gave me a thrust that dragged her still damp pubic hair across my outer lips, and then she moved herself, lifted my thighs till I unwrapped her and thrust her body between my legs. I felt a deliciously wet friction of hair and skin moving against me. Then she was fully upon me and her body was a soft gliding weight pressing me into my mattress. Her breasts moving over mine, the stimulation to my nipples was driving me mad; her mouth on mine was silencing my moans of pleasure and giving me all the incentive to make more. I wanted to bless her and protest when she began to kiss lower and lower down my chest. I badly wanted to feel her tongue on me, but was enjoying this as well. Lower and lower went her kisses. Past my tingling nipples, her teeth placing shockingly hard bites on each. Then a soft breathy kiss to my navel that made me shiver. Then those teeth were tugging at my pubic hair and I moaned, feeling her fingers opening me. When she stopped just on the edge of touching my pussy with her mouth and sat up between my open legs, I could have wept. "Turn over for me, Noora." Her hand caught my left leg and, not caring what was to be done to me, simply enjoying what she was going to do, I rolled over on the bed before her. When her warm body draped mine, and she began to kiss the back of my neck, I shivered in bliss. Then my moan was both approval and a hinted pain when her fingers sank into me from behind. I lifted my hips against her weight and let her spread me to allow more fingers inside. Then I gasped as her thumb settled over my delicate wrinkled rose. I nodded my head to the whispered question by my ear then whimpered when she pushed that thumb's tip into my ass. Rest Stops in a Mad Life I could not help, nor did I wish try, that I was hunching my body up to meet Ann's exploring fingers. I lifted my belly clear from the sheet, only to have her give a thrust of her draped thighs into my ass that drove me down on the bed again. When she caught the back of my hair, and coupled that with a much harder thrust of her thumb, driving the tip past the ring and into me, I uttered a sound that could only be called a scream. Her fingers in my pussy spread a bit and the feeling of fullness became more as she slipped another digit into me. I whimpered when one of those painted nails scraped me, leaving a scratch I would feel inside later, but I didn't care for tomorrow. I was alive for this moment of pleasure and nothing beyond. Soft whispered words by my ear. Ann's voice a melody of gray-tones, half heard, blending with my own moans to make a sexual symphony that seemed to pick me up and carry me along. "Yes, my honey. Cum for me, I want to hear you cum. Just for me, cum on my fingers, use them, you're so tight around them. I can feel every twitch inside you; you're so very hot." When I tried to push up against those twisting fingers, her weight would meet me, and they would plunge as far into me as they could go. I knew to the second when her pinky uncurled and slipped along my labia to join the other three inside. It was at that moment my world seemed to shatter inwards upon me, and I felt my body leave my control. I was arched like a cat, my thumb-plugged ass high in the air, making her shift herself to stay on top of me. "YES!" Shaking, I tried to ride the crackling of erotic lightning that sprang from my clit, raced to every nerve and set them all alight and then shook the whole of me. I craved that ride. I wanted it to last till the sun rose and that day ended. I wished then, as I have so many times before, that I could live in that moment of orgasm, to dwell in a second of terrible bliss till my last breath left me. Such pleasure from the stretching of my body by her fingers–nearly her whole hand, such a delightful agony from the fully embedded thumb. Again the little death took me, and again, and again. Ann showed me no mercy as other lovers had before her. She doubled, and then doubled again her hunching against my back, making the feeling of being ridden into orgasm as complete, multifaceted and complex for me as any woman's efforts ever had. When at last the pleasure turned and I collapsed to the passion soaked sheets, she rode me down and then with a suddenness that made me gasp, her fingers were gone and she was gripping both of my breasts in her hands. Her thighs wrapped my ass, and she sat astride my butt, grinding her body into my cheeks. When she moved herself a bit, and I responded by moving a thigh, the wet heat of her along the back of my leg was a delightful feeling I was too far gone to fully enjoy. She used my thigh between hers to rub her pussy along; I don't know for how long. Moments, minutes, it could have been either as I drifted in the afterglow of my orgasm back to the I real world, but then she was giving that little hushed gasp that is her moment of bliss, and I found myself draped in her warm, damp weight again. When she snuggled her face into my hair, I reached back and ran my hand along her side. "Oh, damn that was hot," she said after several minutes of us both panting. I turned under her and we clung to each other, both enjoying the orgasmic shivers of the other. I was just beginning to consider things, like maybe getting up and getting a bottle of water when I saw her frown. "What?" I asked. "Was that a car outside?" she asked, head cocked listening. The slamming of two car doors in response was our answer. Turning Ann lose, I got to my feet and walked to the window. There to my surprise was Samantha's red Corvette pulled in behind my black Mustang. Two women had gotten out of it. One I knew intimately, the other I recognized from a photo. They were standing there, talking and pointing to Ann's blue convertible. "Oh, shit..." I said in a voice that shook. "Noora?" asked Ann, concerned, getting up from the bed. "Life just got really interesting," I told her as I watched the two women heading for the steps. The woman following Samantha, without a doubt Bridgette, was already reaching for her cellphone. (Special thanks to Patientlee for her efforts editing this story-gift into shape for me. Beautiful work as always, my dear.)