Sarah’s Unforgettable Summer: Chapter 6

Abstract: Chapter 6 of 14: The painful hot wax treatment and the aches of the gym workout left Sarah wrecked. Ana drove her home, leaving Sarah to relax while she went for take-out. After dinner, they cuddled in bed, their first time not having sex, and went to sleep.

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Judy's footsteps faded down the hallway, leaving the room heavy with the scent of warm wax and my own ragged breaths. My skin burned everywhere she'd touched - mound, lips, the tight strip between pussy and ass - all raw and stripped clean. I lay there on the table, legs still trembling in the stirrups, tears drying on my cheeks as the sting settled into a deep, pulsing sensitivity. Every shift of my hips made the paper crinkle and sent a fresh jolt through my exposed folds, like the air itself was teasing me. Ana stood close, her bare thighs brushing my side, one hand stroking my hair while she showered me with kisses.

"You did so good," she murmured, her voice soft but firm. She helped me sit up, the movement pulling at the tender skin, and I winced, clamping my thighs together on instinct. Bad idea - the pressure hit my freshly waxed pussy with pain, making me hiss.

Ana chuckled low, sliding her hand between my knees to ease them apart. "Easy. Let it breathe." Her fingers hovered near my core, not touching, but close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her own smooth skin. We'd both gone through it, but watching her take it valiantly had only made my anxiety spike higher. Now, with Judy gone, the room felt smaller, more intimate, her nakedness from the waist down mirroring mine. We got dressed again, Ana put on her shorts and gently helping me back into my dress.

We shuffled out like that, my steps tentative as hell. The hallway seemed endless, each footfall tugging at the raw spots, my ass cheeks rubbing together in a way that was both irritating and oddly arousing. The receptionist gave us a polite nod, eyes flicking over our flushed faces but saying nothing, like this was just another day. Outside, the sun hit us full ****, the breeze sneaking under my dress to kiss my bare pussy lips. I stumbled a little on the curb, legs like jelly from the gym burn, the shower fuck, and now this - every muscle screaming, my mind a fog of embarrassment and that weird undercurrent of thrill.

Ana caught me immediately, her arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me upright against her side. "I've got you," she said, guiding me towards the SUV. Her hand slipped lower as we walked, palming my ass, a quick squeeze that made me yelp softly. "OW! Ana! It's still so sensitive." She just grinned, opening the passenger door and easing me in like I was fragile glass. I sank into the seat, the leather cool against my thighs, but as soon as I shifted, it pressed right against my waxed mound. A low throb started up again, not pain exactly, but awareness - every nerve ending firing.

She climbed in the driver's side, starting the engine with one hand while the other found my knee, squeezing gently. "You look wrecked. In the best way." The drive back to the beach house was quiet, her fingers drumming my thigh in lazy rhythm, inching higher with each stoplight. I leaned my head against the window, eyes half-closed, replaying the rips of those strips, the way Judy's gloved hands had spread me open without a second thought. My pussy felt huge, exposed, like it was the only part of me existing right now - swollen, slick despite the tenderness. By the time we pulled into the driveway, I was barely holding it together, body heavy, mind drifting.

Ana helping me out. She half-carried me to the back deck where the loungers were, shining in the later afternoon sun. The ocean crashed in the distance, gulls calling, but all I registered was the warmth of the cushions as she laid me down.

"Naked," she said simply, pulling off my dress. I didn't protest - too spent, too trusting. The sun hit my skin immediately, warming the sore spots, the breeze teasing my bare pussy and nipples like invisible fingers. I curled onto my side, ass exposed to the air, and let out a long sigh. "Sleep it off," Ana whispered, brushing a kiss to my forehead. "I'll be back soon." Her footsteps retreated, and I was out - deep, dreamless sleep pulling me under, body finally surrendering.

I woke to the smell of fried rice and soy sauce, the sun lower now, casting long shadows across the deck. My skin prickled with goosebumps, but the ache had dulled to a manageable hum, my pussy still sensitive but not screaming anymore. Ana was there, putting a blanket around me to keep me warm, and gave me another kiss. Naked, she set the food and wine on the deck table, her hair wind-tousled from the drive.

"Hungry?" she asked, eyes scanning my body like she was checking for damage. I nodded, sitting up slowly, the movement making my inner thighs rub and sending a spark straight to my core. I lifted off the lounger and into a chair at the table, blanket still wrapped around me. Fuck, everything felt different down there - smoother, more direct. She handed me a container of veggie stir-fry, chopsticks already in it, and we ate like that, facing each other. The food was hot and salty, hitting the spot after the day's chaos.

"You were crying so hard," she said at one point, popping a piece of broccoli into her mouth. "But look at you now - glowing." Her free hand wandered to my knee, tracing up, but she stopped short of my pussy, respecting the rawness. "I thought I was gonna die in there. But... yeah, it's intense. Feels weirdly good already."

Dinner wrapped up with the last of the wine, the sky turning pink over the water. Ana cleared the containers, then scooped me up - effortless, her soccer-captain strength making it feel easy - and carried me up the stairs, through the bedroom, and into the bathroom. She left me to brush my teeth and wash-up. Retreating to the bed, the sheets were cool against my naked skin as I laid down, but Ana didn't join me right away. After putting things away in the kitchen and washing-up herself, she joined soon thereafter.

I turned in her arms, facing her, our noses almost touching. "This is nice," I whispered, tracing her jaw with my fingertip. Her eyes softened, that commanding edge giving way to something ****, echoing the Ana I'd comforted after her breakup, the one who'd opened up over coffee about feeling adrift. "First night together," she said, kissing me slow, open-mouthed but chaste—no tongue diving deep, just a press of lips that lingered. "No rush. Just us."

We cuddled like that for hours, legs tangled, her hand stroking my back while I nuzzled her collarbone. The sensitivity between my legs throbbed faintly, a promise of more, but the exhaustion won out. Sleep came easy, her heartbeat steady under my ear, the kind of holding that felt like the start of something solid. But as I drifted off, I couldn't shake the heat building low in my belly, wondering what she'd demand next. Because with Ana, there was always a next, and my bare pussy was already aching for it.

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I woke up alone in the tangle of sheets. The beach house was dead silent - no crashing waves from the open window, no hum of the fridge downstairs, just my own breathing, ragged and uneven. Wondering where Ana may be, I shifted, and fuck, the pain hit me everywhere. My whole body ached from yesterday's gym session, then shower sex, Ana fingers fucking me as she ground against me, our slick bodies sliding until I came so hard my knees buckled. And the waxing. Jesus - that was the killer. My pussy throbbed with a deep, insistent pulse, the swelling down to a dull heat now, but every movement reminded me how raw it still was.

I rolled onto my back, in bed without her, I felt exposed in a different way. ****. Tentatively, I let my hand drift down, fingers brushing the smooth mound. No stubble, no friction - just silky skin, hypersensitive to the touch. I traced the outer lips, swollen but not screaming anymore, and a spark shot up my spine. It was sensually arousing, my pussy so alive - hypersensitive - begging for attention. I pressed a little harder, parting the folds, already wet. The smoothness amplified everything - the cool air, the faint stickiness from last night's sex dreams. My clit peeked out, tender but eager, and I circled it once, twice, biting my lip to stifle a moan. God, what was I doing? Masturbating like some horny teenager while Ana was... Where was she?

My mind wandered as my fingers kept moving, slow and deliberate, the eroticism building that low hum. My relationship with Ana - it never should have happened. I was fortyish, fresh off a divorce that left me hollow, longing, craving for companionship, renting this beach house for the summer to lick my wounds and pretend I could start over. And Ana? Half my age, strikingly beautiful, wild, bold, daring, impulsive, sexually mature and experienced, promiscuous, with so much life and adventure ahead of her. Why did she choose to be with me? Then I started to question my own sexuality. Did I really become a lesbian? I've always been attracted to men before Ana. I never thought of, or fantasized about, being with or having a sexual experience with a woman before.

I guess all of that really didn't matter. This would all end after the summer. Then - suddenly - it came on strong. I felt what I was trying not to feel all along – I was falling in love with Ana. I tried so hard to control my emotions with my mind, but it failed me. My heart won out. Tears started to well in my eyes - it was such a rush of love and sadness I was feeling.

Then - luckily, I heard the faint sound of the kitchen sliding glass door opening and closing to lift me out of this funk I was falling into. It was followed by shuffling in the kitchen, paper bags rustling, the refrigerator door opening and closing, the coffee maker percolating. Then footsteps on the stairs, steady and familiar. I yanked my hand away from my pussy, now drenched from my sensual rubbing, heart pounding for a whole new reason. The bedroom door eased open, and there she was - Ana, hair tied back in a loose ponytail, naked as I expected, her beautiful body on full display.

Her eyes locked on me immediately, softening as she got onto the bed, on her hands and knees, climbing on top of me. One hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing away a stray tear I hadn't caught. "What's this? You okay?" Her lips found mine, soft kisses peppering my mouth, my jaw, trailing to my neck. "I went to the market, bought some groceries, for me to make you breakfast. How are you feeling?"

I melted into her, the ache in my muscles easing under her touch, even as my pussy still pulsed from my interrupted masturbation session. "I feel like I went 12 rounds in a prize fight - and lost," I murmured against her shoulder, not ready to spill the rest. "It hurts everywhere. The gym kicked my ass, then you in the shower, then Judy finished me off."

She chuckled, low and rumbling, her hand sliding down my side, careful not to press too hard on the tender spots. "Yeah, I can imagine. You were a trooper yesterday. How's you pussy? Still.........." She paused, and started sniffing. "I smell your scent," she said. "We didn't have sex last night." I started to get real nervous and Ana sensed it. Her fingers ventured lower, hovering over my mound, and then she touched my clit. The contact sending a fresh jolt through me. "Swelling's down. Your drenched down there. Were you masturbating without me?" My face turned flush red.

Ana's eyes darkened, a grin tugging her lips. "You were weren't you?" I didn't need to respond, she already knew the answer. "You naughty selfish girl, playing without me." She kissed me deeper this time, tongue slipping in, tasting like mint and mischief. Her hand finally cupped my pussy, palm flat against the smoothness, and I gasped into her mouth. No hair to buffer it - just direct pressure, her warmth seeping into the raw skin. "You're going to get punished for that." My eyes went wide with fear. I was frightened - and sexually turned-on - with what she was going to do with me.

"Later for that, but first, I need to make you breakfast," She said. "Let me help you up and get you into the kitchen."