Sarah’s Unforgettable Summer: Chapter 8

Abstract: Chapter 8 of 14: Leaving the cove, Ana drives to an adult novelty store. Flushed with embarrassment, Sarah pleads with Ana not to take her inside. Ana acquiesced and goes in, leaving Ana in the SUV. She returns with a large shopping bag. They go home and relax, with plans to go out for dinner. Before leaving, Ana inserts a blue-tooth, app-based vibrator inside Sarah. Needless to mention, Sarah found dinner most stimulating.

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The drive back from the cove felt like a slow burn, the SUV's AC humming against the sticky heat clinging to my skin. Ana had tossed my transparent dress back at me before we packed up the blanket, but I didn't bother putting it on right away - sitting there naked, thighs slick from the beach and her, with the sun dipping lower through the windows. She glanced over, her hand on the gearshift, fingers drumming like she was already plotting. "We need to make one more stop before heading home," she said, voice casual, but that edge in it made my stomach flip.

I figured it was groceries to make something at home for dinner, or stocking up on wine or snacks. But as she turned off the main road onto a strip of low-key shops, my assumption shattered. The sign loomed in the distance - neon letters spelling out "Pleasure Den." She drove into the lot and parked near the front door, turning off the engine. Mannequins of women in sexy dresses and S&M gear were in the window.

"Let's go," Ana said as she started to get out of the SUV. "Ana - please - no. Please don't take me in there with you." My voice came out small, cheeks heating as I tugged the dress down over my lap, suddenly hyper-aware of how sheer it was, how anyone walking by could see the outline of my bare pussy. Ana fixed me with that steady gaze, the one that always made me feel pinned. "Sarah, you're coming in with me."

"Ana," I pleaded, gripping the door handle like it could anchor me. "I did everything you told me to do today. Please don't take me in there with you. It'll be too embarrassing for me. Please - let me wait here for you." The words tumbled out, trembling, fear gripping my inner soul.

She stared me down for a long beat, the silence thick, then sighed. "OK. You wait here." Relief flooded me as she stepped out, her shorts hugging her ass, that athletic build making every move look effortless. I watched her disappear inside, the door chiming behind her. Leaning back in the seat, I let my mind race. What is she buying? Toys? Restraints? Something to push me further into that **** space she owned so easily? The cove had been intense - me eating her out until she shouted, her fingers in my hair - but this felt like escalation. Embarrassment? Humiliation? Or would it twist into pleasure, her making me beg for it? My pussy throbbed at the thought, traitor that it was, the waxing leaving me hypersensitive, every shift against the leather seat sending sparks up my spine.

Twenty minutes dragged like an hour. I fiddled with the hem of the dress, peeking at the shop window but seeing only shadows. When she finally emerged, a large black shopping bag crinkling in her grip, my heart hammered. She slid into the driver's seat, tossing the bag into the back with a thud that made me jump.

"What did you buy?" I asked, trying to sound casual, but my voice cracked.

She stared at me for a moment, while starting the engine. "If you came with me, you'd know. Now you'll have to wait until later this evening." The words hung there, a promise and a tease, as we pulled out of the parking lot.

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The SUV pulled into the driveway of the beach rental, and we got out - Ana grabbing the Pleasure Den shopping bag from the back seat. My pulse quickened, the mystery of what she'd picked gnawing at me. "Let's unwind a bit before dinner," she said, her voice easy, but that glint in her eye said she was already steering the night. I nodded, slipping out of the SUV, the transparent dress sticking to my thighs from the drive's humidity. It made walking feel electric, the air teasing my pussy lips with every step.

We headed to the back deck first. Ana brought out a wedge of sharp cheddar and a bottle of white wine. She poured us glasses, the chill biting my fingers, and we settled into the Adirondack chairs, legs brushing as we faced the horizon. The cheese was tangy on my tongue, pairing perfectly with the wine's crisp bite, and for a while, it was just that - relaxing, her arm slung over the back of my chair, fingers occasionally grazing my shoulder.

But the conversation looped back to tonight's plans. "Dinner reservations at that seafood spot we talked about," she said, sipping her wine. "You'll look sexy hot in that transparent dress?"

My stomach twisted. "Ana, please. It's too much for a restaurant. Let me do the flowery one - the one from my closet, with the skirt that hits mid-thigh." I set my glass down, meeting her eyes, that **** plea bubbling up. I'd already stripped naked at the beach without her prompting and eaten her out until she shouted my name. Didn't that earn a little cover?

She tilted her head, considering, her free hand tracing the rim of her glass. The silence stretched, wine warming my veins, making me bold. "Come on," I said. "I've done almost everything you told me to do today. Please. The flowery one's cute, not slutty. For me?"

A slow smile cracked her face, and she nodded. "Fine. Flowery dress it is. Relief hit me like a wave, and I leaned over to kiss her, soft and grateful, her lips tasting of cheese and wine. We lingered there as the sky bruised purple, the deck's wooden slats warm under our feet, until the bottle was empty and hunger real and otherwise - pushed us inside.

Upstairs in the bedroom, the air felt thicker, with the ceiling fan whirring lazily overhead, the Pleasure Den bag sitting ominous on the dresser. I rummaged for the flowery dress, knee-length, innocent enough to pass in public. Ana watched from the bed, legs stretched out, naked of course, that athletic build relaxed but commanding.

Ana then stood up, went to the dresser, and reached into the shopping bag. Out came a leather spanking paddle, flat and wide, the kind with holes punched in for extra sting. She laid it on the bed next to her, casual as setting a coaster, but my breath caught. Fuck. That thing looked brutal - dark brown leather, about a foot long, the handle wrapped in a leather braid. My ass clenched instinctively, memories of her firm grips flashing through my mind. Was this payback for begging out of the adult shop? Or maybe for masturbating without her this morning? just her way of reminding me who held the reins? Anxiety spiked, my heart pounded, visions of her bending me over, that paddle cracking against my bare cheeks, leaving tears and red welts I couldn't hide.

"Ana..." I started, voice shaky, but she cut me off with a look, then dug back into the bag. Next was this pink egg-shaped device-thing, smooth silicone, about the size of an egg, with a thin tail dangling from one end - like a devilish ponytail. She held it up. "Lay on the bed," she ordered, her tone commanding, authoritarian. "Spread your legs."

I froze, eyes flicking to the paddle. "What is that?" "Nevermind what it is. You'll find out later." She patted the bed, expectant. My mind raced - fright from the paddle mixing with that pull toward her, the way her commands made my body respond even when my brain screamed caution. But I obeyed, climbing onto the mattress, as I lay back and parted my thighs. The sheets were cool against my skin, my pussy already betraying me with a faint dampness from the deck's teasing kisses.

Ana knelt between my legs, leaned in, breath hot on my inner thigh, and rubbed my clit with her thumb - slow circles that had me gasping, slickness building fast. "That's a good girl," she murmured, watching my face as she worked me open, two fingers sliding in to coat the egg before pressing it against my entrance. It slipped inside easy, the fullness stretching me just right, nestling deep against that spot that made my toes curl. The tail draped out, the vibrating part resting right on my clit, a constant pressure.

She sat back, and picked up the paddle. "If you remove it..........." She started to tap the paddle against my thigh. They were gentle taps, but I clearly got the message. "Do you understand me?" she said. Frightened with the thought of disobeying her, I said "Yes Ana." The egg's weight was a foreign thrill inside me, my pussy clenching around it. Fear of the paddle warred with arousal, my nipples hardening. Ana stood, satisfied, and we finished getting ready. I put the flowery dress on, Ana swapping shorts for jeans and a button-up that hugged her shoulders. The drive to the restaurant was quiet, tension humming like the egg's potential, my thighs pressed together to feel its subtle shift with every bump in the road.

The place was this hole-in-the-wall seafood joint, all mismatched wooden tables and nets draped from the rafters. It was a Tuesday night, nearly empty - just a couple at the bar nursing beers and an older guy reading a paper in the corner. The hostess seated us at a booth in the back, my side facing the wall, back to the empty dining room. Perfect for privacy, or whatever Ana had planned. I slid in, the vinyl booth sticking to my legs under the dress, the egg pressing deeper as I settled. Ana took the spot across from me, menu in hand, her foot nudging mine under the table.

We ordered - grilled octopus for her, seared scallops for me, a bottle of sauvignon blanc to match the deck wine. The conversation flowed - talking about everything we did that day. With our main course plates cleared, Ana ordered coffee and a cheese cake - my favorite - for us to share.

As we both started to enjoy our cake, I noticed Ana's expression shifting. She pulled out her iPhone. "Time for a little extra dessert," Ana said. After a few phone taps the device inside me buzzed to life - low at first, a gentle thrum against my G-spot that made me jolt, fork falling from my fingers onto the table.

"Fuck," I whispered, gripping the table edge, "it's a vibrator," as my pussy clenching around the intrusion. It was like a pulse, steady and insistent, vibrating right where it counted, the tail teasing my clit with every subtle wave.

Ana smirked, sipping her coffee like nothing was happening. "Do you like your cheese cake?"

I tried, reaching for another forkful, but the vibration ramped up - medium now, buzzing harder, sending sparks up my spine. My thighs squeezed together, the flowery dress hiding the way my hips wanted to shift, chasing the sensation. The restaurant's quiet amplified everything: the hum in my core, my quickening breaths, the wet sound I swore I could feel building inside me. No one was watching - back to the room, thank god - but the exposure gnawed at me, the paddle's threat looming if I so much as reached down.

She toyed with it, dropping it low when the waiter swung by to present the bill, cranking it high when he left. At one point, it pulsed in waves - short bursts that had me biting my lip, pussy soaking the egg, juices trickling down, a puddle starting to accumulate on the booth cushion. "Ana, please," I hissed, face flushed, nipples poking through the dress like beacons. My clit throbbed under the tail, swollen and needy, the G-spot stimulation building pressure like a storm.

"Shhhhhhhhh. Are you going to finish the cake?" Her voice was low, eyes locked on mine.

"Full... It's hitting so deep. My pussy's dripping....... I'm making a mess..... I......... I can't......." Another surge, strong and steady, and I gripped her hand, toes curling in my sandals. The vibration making my walls flutter, arousal coiling tight in my gut. She watched me squirm, with great delight, her free hand casually adjusting her phone, dialing it to a teasing rhythm - on for ten seconds, off for five, repeating until I was panting, sweat beading on my neck.

"Cum for me," Ana said, voice firm, thumb sliding the intensity to max. It roared inside me, the vibrations pounding my G-spot, clit pulsing under the pressure. My orgasm hit like a freight train, pussy spasming around the egg, in waves crashing through me. I lowered my head onto the table, burying my face in my napkin, stifling a whimper, hips bucking subtly against the seat as I gushed, wetness soaking the cushion, my whole body trembling. It dragged on, the toy unrelenting, milking every aftershock until I slumped, boneless, tears pricking my eyes from the intensity.

Ana finally eased it off, pocketing her phone with a satisfied nod. "Well, that was a most enjoyable dinner," she said. "Let's go home."