Sarah’s Unforgettable Summer: Chapter 7

Abstract: Chapter 7 of 14: Ana makes breakfast for Sarah, who is recovering from the gym workout, shower sex, and the hot wax treatment. Ana takes Sarah to buy more dresses, buying and forcing her to wear something translucent, almost transparent, much to Sarah's embarrassment. They then drive to the cove for lunch, a swim, and sex.

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Ana helped me out of bed, her strong arms wrapping around my waist like she was lifting a feather. Still hurting and legs wobbly, she helped me down the stairs and into the kitchen, sitting me on the bar stool at the island, my bare ass sticking slightly to the leather.

In the kitchen, the air smelled of fresh coffee and the faint tang of ocean breeze sneaking in from the open door. Ana went to work, pouring eggs into a hot pan where bacon sizzled, the fat popping and spitting. She plated the food - scrambled eggs, fluffy and golden, bacon crisp, tomatoes sliced thin with a drizzle of olive oil.

As I was enjoying her delicious breakfast, she came-up from behind, wrapped one arm around me, cupping my breast, and kissed my neck. Her hot breath whispered in my ear: "From now on, you'll shave every day - legs, arms, underarms, ass cheeks, anywhere there's hair or stubbles." Then she reached down with her other arm gently placing her hand over my pussy. "This is going to get waxed once a week, like yesterday - from Judy, or whoever. It keeps you ready and available for me. That's what I demand from my woman." Facing away from her, I rolled my eyes. There she goes again I said to myself - that "my women" thing.

I nodded, fork pausing mid-air, the command sending a shiver straight to my core. It was possessive, controlling, but fuck - if it didn't turn me on. Eating like this, both of us nude in the bright kitchen, felt raw, intimate.

"After you take a shower, we're leaving," she said. "Busy day today. "Leaving where?" I asked. "Shopping first. You need more dresses. Those short summer ones, above the knee. The kind that flip up in the wind." She grinned, setting her mug down. "You've only got one, and I'm not letting you wear anything else for the rest of the summer. No pants, shorts, or jeans. And definitely no bra or panties under them. I want easy and complete access."

Ana cleared the plates, then grabbed my dress from the hook by the door - the one I'd worn yesterday. "I hand-washed this while you were sleeping. Hung it outside to dry. Put it on after your shower. It'll be perfect for today."

Upstairs, the shower was a relief and a tease. Hot water cascaded over my sore muscles, soothing the gym aches but igniting the raw sensitivity of my pussy. Ana's orders echoed - I shaved my legs, arms, underarms, and ass cheeks. Slipping into the dress, it hugged my curves, the hem skimming mid-thigh, light cotton whispering against my bare breasts, ass, and pussy. No underwear. Just like she wanted. I felt exposed and slightly slutty, but the thrill pooled low in my belly.

Downstairs, Ana was packing a basket - picnic stuff, she said - sandwiches, cheese, bread, grapes, a bottle of white wine. "For the cove later," she explained, her own outfit a simple tank and shorts that showed off her athletic legs, "The private spot again, no crowds. We can spread out, eat, tan, swim, fuck if the mood strikes me." She winked, slinging the basket over her arm, and we were off.

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Ana drove my SUV and I felt warm, comfortable, secure, protected, grateful, and at ease that she has taken compete control of our relationship. She reminded me of my husband, when were were dating many years ago. He pampered me, tending to my every wish, care, and desire, filling me with love and gratitude. I was excited to marry him, thinking we would spend the rest of our lives together - in love and happiness. I felt the same way with Ana.

We parked near a boutique she'd found online, one with breezy dresses in the window. Inside, the air was cool, scented with lavender, racks of light fabrics swaying gently.

Ana took charge, pulling options off hangers - floral prints, solids in soft blues and whites, all short, all fitted to skim the body. "Try these," she said, placing a few into my arms and leading me to the dressing room. "I'm going to look for more."

The dressing room was a curtained nook, mirror on one wall. I stripped, the dress pooling at my feet, standing naked under the fluorescent light. I tried on a sundress with thin straps, pale yellow, hem hitting just above my knees. It clung where it was damp from the AC, outlining my breasts, nipples visible if I looked close.

Ana came in to the fitting booth with two other pieces, both the same, one solid white, the other blue. "I found your dresses," she said. "This will be perfect for you." I held them up - the fabric was translucent, almost transparent. "Ana," I said, "This is not a dress, this is a cover-up. This is what you wear to the beach or pool over your bathing suit. This is totally inappropriate for casual wear." I would have had more success talking to a wall. "I love it," she said, "try it on." In no time, she had the previous dress off me and the transparent dress on. I looked in the mirror. Since it was an XXX small, it was tight fitting, more like a dress and less like a cover-up. The armhole was wide and low, clearly revealing my bare breasts if one looked at me from the side. With the transparent fabric you could see just about all my nakedness.

"You look so fucking hot in this!" Ana said. I was in a panic. "Oh no. Please Ana. Please don't make we wear this. This is much too embarrassing if I wear this in public. What would seniors, moms and dads with little kids think if they saw me wearing this? No. Please no. Ana, please - I beg you - please don't make me wear this."

She started kissing me, hiking up the dress. Her fingers found my clit, swollen and ready. She lifted one of my legs up, giving herself full access to me. "Ana, someone could......" But her lips were on mine, her tongue invading my mouth. She plunged two fingers inside me, curling against that spot that made my knees buckle. She held me up, but she didn't stop, pumping steadily, her thumb pressing my clit. My pussy gripped her, slick sounds obscene in the quiet space. "Cum for me. Quietly."

It built fast, the risk amplifying everything - the smoothness letting her fingers glide deep, no resistance. I came with a muffled whimper, walls pulsing around her, juices coating her hand. She pulled out, licking her fingers clean, eyes locked on mine. She pulled the dress down. "You can wear this one out for today. I'll buy them both."

As we approached the register, I told her that I need to cover my face if I was going to wear this dress. I grabbed and put on a big pair of sun glasses and a floppy sun hat that covered most of my face. At the counter, my face was beet red as the clerk rang us up, Ana's hand casual on my ass through the dress.

As we walked out of the store, I hid my face with the sunglasses and floppy sun hat as we made our way towards the SUV. I looked down to the pavement, too embarrassed to make eye contact with others. "I can't believe you're doing this to me Ana," I said. "Everyone is looking at you Sarah," Ana said. "You are so goddam fucking sexy." To make things worse, Ana reached down and grabbed my ass before she open the car door.

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Ana drove us out of the parking lot with that satisfied smirk, her hand lingering on my thigh under the hem of the transparent dress. The fabric was so sheer that every shift in the seat made my bare pussy brush against the leather, a constant reminder of how exposed I was.

The drive to the cove wound through scrubby dunes, the SUV kicking up sand on the narrow access road. It was early afternoon, the sun shining through the windshield, turning the air thick and warm, with heat building between my legs from the my earlier orgasm in the dressing room. Ana's commands echoed in my head - shaving every day, waxing weekly, no panties ever. It was all so possessive, like she was marking me as hers, and damn if it didn't make me wet just thinking about it.

We arrived at the cove, and again, it was deserted, as if this place was only for us. The beach curved into a sheltered inlet, waves lapping gently at smooth pebbles instead of sand, the water a clear turquoise. She led the way down a scrubby path, basket in one hand, the other brushing my ass through the dress as we walked. By the time we reached the water's edge, I was sweating.

We spread out an old blanket. Ana unpacked the lunch: thick turkey sandwiches on crusty bread, wedges of sharp cheddar, clusters of purple grapes, and that bottle of chilled white wine. But before we ate, something shifted in me. Ana had completely transformed me. Without hesitation or Ana’s direction, I surprised her by lifting off my cover-up, completely exposing my nakedness. The dress came up and over my head in one motion, the fabric whispering as it left my skin. I stood there, sun warming my smooth skin - legs with a sheen, arms gleaming, ass cheeks bare and sensitive. My pussy, still tender from the waxing, felt the breeze directly, lips slightly parted from arousal. Ana's eyes widened, her unpacking forgotten, a slow grin spreading across her face.

"Wow! Sarah," she said, voice low and hungry. "Didn't expect that from you." She set the basket down, stripping off her tank top and shorts without breaking eye contact. Her body was all power - toned legs, flat stomach, breasts small and firm, as she kicked her clothes aside. Naked, she looked like she owned the damn ocean, and I felt a rush of that same security I'd felt driving with her, like she could handle anything.

We ate lunch like that, bare-assed on the blanket, the sun beating down on our skin. Pausing between bites, we kissed - slow at first, her mouth tasting of wine she'd already sipped, then deeper, tongues sliding as her hand cupped my breast, thumb rolling my nipple until it ached. Cuddling came next; she pulled me against her side, my head on her shoulder, her arm around my waist. Her fingers traced lazy circles on my hip, dipping lower to fondle the curve of my ass, squeezing the smooth flesh she'd ordered waxed and shaved. "You're so soft now," she murmured, her breath hot on my neck. "Like you're made for my hands."

I looked deeply into Ana's eyes, as if I was looking deep into her soul. I kept it there for a while. I was in love with her. Did she know that? Should I tell her? My mind said no - but my heart said yes. Does she love me? If I told her I loved her and she didn't love me back, would I be devasted? How would I handle that? Could I survive the rejection?

With our lunch completed and wine bottle emptied, I stood up, the blanket sticking slightly to my damp skin. The pebbles crunched under my feet as I walked to the water, not looking back. The cove's waves were gentle, lapping at my toes, then calves, the coolness shocking against my heated pussy. I waded in deeper, up to my waist, the water buoying my breasts, nipples tightening from the chill. Behind me, I heard Ana shift, then her footsteps on the shore.

She followed me in, the water splashing as she caught up. Her arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling my back against her front, her breasts pressing into my shoulder blades. The water was chest-deep for me, lapping at her collarbone. She was taller, stronger, her hands sliding down my sides to grip my hips. I leaned into her, feeling her pubic bone against my ass, the heat of her despite the cool water.

I turned my head, kissing her sloppily, my legs wrapped around her waist, ankles locking, as she backed us toward shallower water where she could stand firm. I kissed her again and said, "Let's go back to the blanket, I want to make you cum this time."

Ana laid on her back. On my knees, I spread her legs and buried my face between her legs. She tasted salty-sweet, arousal thick on my tongue as I licked her folds, sucking her clit like she had mine. Her hands fisted my hair, guiding me, hips bucking against my mouth.

"Fuck yes. Sarah.... So good.... Eat that pussy," she growled, voice rough. I slid two fingers inside her, feeling her walls grip tight, hot and velvety. She was soaked. I curled them up, hitting her spot while my tongue worked her clit. She started bucking her hips, but I held on, sucking harder. Ana's thighs quivered, her moans echoing off the cove walls, and she came with a shout - grinding on my face, juices flooding my mouth as her pussy spasmed around my fingers.

We collapsed onto the blanket, kissing, cuddling, stroking our bodies lightly for a while, until it was time to go.