A Sizzling Summer by The Bay - Part Seven

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A Sizzling Summer by The Bay - Part Seven

June 2016 – San Francisco, California


As soon as the door of Iona’s apartment was flung shut, all their long-standing pent-up sexual energy exploded in a fury of urgent kissing and tearing off each other’s clothes. They made their way to the sectioned off bedroom portion of Iona’s open floor plan apartment. “The bedroom” was separated by two scant rice paper screens. They moved in a sort of stumbling dance, laughing and kissing the whole way, topless by the time they reached the room.

Their kiss broke when Estelle tumbled onto the bed. Iona held up her finger in a ‘just a moment’ gesture as Estelle stretched out leisurely on top of the bed, trying to posture being more relaxed than she felt. Iona went to a small trunk in the corner of the room and extracted a few things. She came back to the bed with a bottle of lube, a strap-on harness, and a dildo.

Estelle looked at the items, and her face split into a wide grin. A shiver ran through her, and she continued to tremble in slight bursts.

“Are you cold?” Iona asked. “I can turn on the heater.”

Estelle laughed lightly. “No. I haven’t had sex with a woman in years. I have to admit I’m feeling a little nervous.”

“Don’t be. Intimacy, whether it’s fucking for pleasure, or sharing deep emotions, is going to end up the same way – or at least one would hope! So, there’s really no need to feel like you have to perform.”

Estelle exhaled a small sigh of relief. “I never really thought of it that way. Touché.”

“Girlfriend, I’m so pent up that—” Iona said.

“That makes two of us.”

Iona’s grin became predatory as she prowled across the large bed and topped Estelle by straddling her thighs. She pinned her arms above her head. Estelle groaned with both frustration and pleasure as Iona raked her fingernails from Estelle’s wrists down the length of her arms to the side of her breasts. Estelle tipped her head back, and Iona kissed her neck and moved up her jawline to her lips.

Estelle loved how plump and sensual Iona’s lips were. There was something so soft about having sex with a woman. She forgot how much she enjoyed this.

Iona cupped Estelle’s breasts and began to massage them as her mouth overtook hers in a slow sensual kiss. Estelle instinctively reached for Iona’s breasts and started to stroke and tease them with her fingers.

“Oh, God, that feels so amazing,” Iona arched her back, forcing her chest further into Estelle’s willing hands.

Estelle pushed herself up into a bit of sitting position and brought Iona’s perfect breast to her lips. She bit her nipple gently, and Iona shuddered with a ripple of pleasure. She pushed her chest forward, and Estelle overtook the entire nipple in her mouth, sucking and teasing. Iona’s finger and thumb lightly pinched Estelle’s erect nubs, and she exhaled breathily.

She slid her fingers eagerly around the waistband of Estelle’s pants and panties. She worked them down past her hips as she simultaneously shimmied down Estelle’s legs. She brushed her fingertips lightly between the folds of Estelle’s wet and glistening folds, then leaned forward and brushed her lips against hers ever so softly. Estelle gasped as a wave of heat exploded in her core. She thought she would lose all control right then.

Iona moved off the edge of the bed, removed her own pants, grabbed the harness, and slipped it on. She adeptly gave the side straps a quick pull to tighten it, then stood at the foot of the bed with her silicone ‘erection’ standing at attention. She stroked it with lube, all while maintaining eye contact with Estelle.

Estelle couldn’t say why, but it turned her on immensely. Maybe it was Iona’s confident nature wearing the sex toy, or just the fact that Estelle was bisexual, but she couldn’t restrain herself. She lunged forward, grabbed Iona’s hips, and pulled her back onto the bed, inviting to her penetrate her in one quick motion.


Iona grinned as she slid the dildo inside Estelle. Estelle threw her head back and moaned. She eased back onto the bed and thrust her hips up into Iona’s. She grabbed Iona’s breasts and toyed with her nipples. Both women panted and heaved with mounting excitement.

Estelle could feel the heat pooling in her center so profusely she wouldn’t last long. “Oh God,” she cried as the increasing heat of her impending orgasm scorched her whole body with incoherent bliss. Then the wave of fire took her. She bucked hard.

She eased down from the climax as Iona continued to push teasing thrusts into Estelle, causing her to shudder. Estelle finally opened her eyes, and she supplied a dreamy smile. Iona smirked knowingly. She pushed the dildo in for a final thrust, and held herself in a kneeling position, hovering over Estelle.

“Oh god, I can’t remember the last time – Ugh,” she huffed, “why did I stay with Dayton for so long!” She cast her arm across her face for a beat, hiding herself in a mock gesture of shame. Then she threw her arm back down against the bed, looked Iona straight in the face, and said, “That was amazing. Your turn?”

Iona slid the dildo from Estelle, and Estelle gasped. Estelle took the harness and fumbled with it for only a moment. Iona quickly cleaned and sanitized the dildo, then helped Estelle with the straps and getting it on.

“I’m sorry, I’ve never actually—” Estelle mumbled.

“Never? With any of the women you’ve been with?”

“There was only one other, and she was—” Estelle hesitated, searching for the right words. “A purist? I guess you could say.”

“And Dayton was too?” Iona asked.

Estelle nodded.

“Well, won’t we have some fun, then?”

Estelle forgot her embarrassment in the heat of Iona’s intense gaze. Iona pulled Estelle on top of her, and their lips met, kissing furiously again. Estelle found that using the harness was not only fun but arousing. She loved that she could control Iona’s pleasure and see the expressions of her lover’s face with each thrust. She found that having both hands free to toy and tease Iona’s breasts was exhilarating in a way she’d never experienced in sex before.

Iona didn’t last long. A few more quick thrusts and she arched into Estelle’s body as she lost control. Iona cried out when she came, “Oh-My-God! Yes, fucking-hell!…”

She screamed expletives of pleasure through the entire wave of her orgasmic release. Estelle was surprised by this. She’d never had a lover who was so confident – and vocal?

She found herself wet and wanting again, just from how Iona had responded to her lovemaking.

Estelle released the dildo straps and pulled it off. She brought Iona’s face to hers in a passionate kiss, sending her a clear message they were not done yet.

Iona smiled wickedly through the grin. Estelle pulled Iona’s hand between her thighs, and Iona slid two fingers inside and began to tease her swollen clit and thrust her fingers inside and out.

It didn’t take long before Estelle could feel the rush of another wave. Her body crashed into the heat of the orgasm. She shuddered with pleasure as her body buzzed and tingled all over.

They both lie on the bed, panting and heaving with blissful exhaustion, basking in that afterglow few activities can invoke, except really great sex after being pent up for far too long.

Estelle’s senses slowly came back into focus. She was sure she’d never had better sex in her entire life, but for some reason, she was too embarrassed to express this to Iona. She lay there marveling and yet feeling a sense of regret that she’d missed out on something like this for so long in her life.

After some time, Iona rolled onto her side and propped herself up on her elbow. “You don’t think this will make it weird for us at work, do you?”

Estelle bit her lip before she replied. She didn’t need a romantic relationship right now, but at the same time, she knew she’d want to do this again – and soon! She also wanted to keep Iona around as a friend. So she replied, “No, I feel like I can compartmentalize. What about you?”

“Ya know, the reason I was so hot and cold with you was that I was very torn between a raging need to have sex and maintaining professionalism. I already knew I needed to specifically have this kind of sex – but I didn’t want to bother with trying to go out to a nightclub and do the one-night-hookup if ya know what I mean? So long answer short, I think this could be great for both of us.”


Estelle grinned. “Shower?”

“Oh, God, yes, please! Then let’s see what we can scrounge up in my fridge. Or maybe take-out? I’m starving again.”

They showered in companionable silence, washing each other, and getting aroused again. They were furiously touching, teasing, and kissing each other in all their warm places.

Estelle slipped her finger between Iona’s soft folds and teased her to the precipice once again. She slid the length of Iona’s body and got down on her knees, forcing Iona’s softness to open up in her mouth. Iona responded by hooking her leg just over Estelle’s shoulder as she rocked her hips back and forth in time with Estelle’s writhing tongue. Estelle coaxed a smooth orgasm out of Iona. Iona gripped at the shower fixtures. Her body trembled and she nearly collapsed.

Estelle felt as if she’d been pent up, not months, but years.

How much I’ve been missing!

She couldn’t quite articulate how different this had been, in just a casual encounter of fucking, but it was. She knew that later her brain would chew and chew on the matter, but right now, she just wanted to feel the bliss of the moment.

As they emerged, the steam billowed out of the sauna-like bathroom, they fell onto the bed once again, laughing and feeling an easy camaraderie that had elevated to a new level, even within a short afternoon.

As Estelle got up to put her clothes on, she stopped short upon seeing something in the small trunk in the corner. She abandoned putting on her clothes for the moment.

She went to the antique trunk. The lid’s wood was warped, and Estelle could see that to close it all the way, you’d have to hold the lid down with one hand and force the latch with the other. In her haste, Iona had not fastened the latch. Estelle saw something hanging from that crack in the opening.

Estelle pulled on the length of what appeared to be a— no, it couldn’t be? She slid the item further out and realized it was just as she suspected – a bullwhip.

She stood, turned, and flashed a mischievous smile in Iona’s direction. Iona’s face was impassive as she watched Estelle, waiting to see what she would say. Estelle didn’t say anything. She chose to be impish instead.

She deliberately padded to the little nightstand by Iona’s bed, took up the lighter, and lit the six-inch pillar candle on a small glass plate. She moved one of the rice-paper screens aside about a foot, affording herself a certain length of space away from the candle.

Estelle uncoiled the whip from her hand and let it fall to the floor. She cast one quick glance at Iona, then focused on the candle. She sized up the target and adjusted her distance accordingly. Then in one graceful motion, she arched it up over her head and flicked the tip of the whip quickly at the flame. It extinguished immediately without so much as a disturbance to anything else.

Estelle’s smiled with boastful arrogance, as she turned and took in the expression on Iona’s face. It was the exact response she’d hoped to invoke.

Iona was rendered speechless for a long moment. When she recovered from her shock, she managed to sputter out, “Why didn’t you tell me you’re in The Lifestyle!”

“I’m not, but I suspected you were when I saw Rosie hanging on your living room wall. And I guess this little item here validates that theory.”

“Oh, you have a lot of explaining to do, Missy! I’m gonna make us sandwiches, and you’re gonna spill it.”

“Happy to,” Estelle said with a wink.

Over lunch, Estelle told Iona all about her father’s cattle ranch. How he’d taught her to handle a bullwhip for what it was actually made for. She’d competed in various competitions when she was younger but didn’t continue once she got into high school on account of her interest in sports. Then went on to explain her misadventures in BDSM with Dayton. She had to admit the story was much better told than lived.

“God, Dayton had no interest in experimental sex at all, and I can’t believe I lived with him for seven years! By comparison, I am a raging whore!” Estelle laughed heartily but the sting of regret she’d felt earlier nagged at her. So much of her life felt wasted.

And yet, her life was not over. Thirty-five wasn’t that old. Sitting here laughing and joking with Iona, was a cathartic start to make up for the lost time. She could feel it was helping immensely to release that long stretch of tension from not fully engaging in the kind of sex she needed. She’d not realized she felt suffocated until this whirlwind moment of passion with Iona.

“I know, girl. I know. Preachin’ to the choir here.” Iona paused, and her tone became somber. “I really did love Symon. He seemed like a great guy. The clock keeps ticking, and you get blinded by love or complacency. It’s interesting that we can mistake complacency for love. I think that’s what I did.”

“I know,” Estelle said. “I think it’s what I did too.”

They were quiet for a moment, absorbing the painful wisdom their life experiences had doled out to each of them.

“So, you never tried to delve any further into The Lifestyle after that debacle with Dayton?” Iona mused.

“No.” She sighed. “To his credit, he tried to be a good sport, but it just wasn’t his thing. I didn’t see the point of pushing the issue.”

Iona shook her head thoughtfully as if she were contemplating something.

Estelle continued, “But ya know, I have a shameful admission to make.”

“Huh, what’s that?”

“After the party, and the botched night with Dayton, I was curious. They were so terrible but I—” She stopped and bit her lip. Her face flushed with embarrassment.

“What was terrible?” Iona pressed.

“I was so intrigued by BDSM, I sucked it up, and read all three ‘50 Shades’ books.”

Iona spoke through slightly pursed lips. “And what did you think?” she said with a tone denoting she already knew Estelle’s answer.

“Oh, I hated them. They were terrible. I couldn’t help but think, ‘I really hope this isn’t how a real BDSM relationship works,’ because it was so unhealthy!”

Iona chuckled with wry humor and shook her head. “Yeah, people in The Lifestyle who practice loving or healthy power exchanges, don’t agree with the moral message delivered in those books. It teaches that BDSM is a justification for abuse and control, which is far from the majority of the community’s stance on how a D/s relationship should work. Plus, there are protocols and aftercare. SO much more. E.L. James missed a lot in her story when she wrote that book.”

Estelle slowly bobbed her head in contemplation. “I kinda figured cause I did poke around on the net. There’s a lot of blogs and whatnot, but I didn’t know what else to read in the way of fiction. Plus, I figured if Dayton wasn’t into it, it was probably like torturing myself if I looked into it too much. If that makes any sense?”

“Oh, it does.” Iona’s eyes sparkled. “So maybe you have a little bit of repressed sadomasochistic tendencies, eh?”

Estelle laughed. “Maybe I do. Who knows. But you’re involved?”

“I am. In fact, the small business I mentioned earlier is being a part-time Pro-Domme. I wanted to have male clients in Vegas, but Symon was too insecure. He only wanted me to work with females. Since it’s easier to find male submissive clients in Vegas, I didn’t make as much money as I could have.”

Estelle’s eyes went wide. “You do this professionally?”

“Well, I did, but I don’t anymore. I guess you could say it’s on hold.”

Estelle could feel Iona’s mournful regret. She placed a hand on her shoulder. “So, you miss it then?”

“I do.”

“Well, I don’t know if I can pay to be your client, but I’d love to learn more,” Estelle said.

“I’d like that. And for the record, I wouldn’t want you to be my client right now. I don’t know if I’m in a good place to have clients just yet. But as a friend, I’d love to teach you.”

“I think that would be amazing. I’d love to learn!” Estelle beamed.

“This does mean that we’ll have to get together more often,” Iona said with slow playfulness.

Estelle replied by enunciating each word sensually. “I think that would be just fine.”

They had finished their lunch, and it was no surprise they found themselves back in bed, under the covers – again.

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2 Responses

  1. Wow, this is getting better and better!!
    I totally understand what Estelle means after first orgasm. Isn’t life surprising ?? You never know, until you experience better. There can always be better.

    1. I have to agree. I feel like sex only gets better and better with my lovers. Just when I think it can’t it does!

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