Sarah’s Unforgettable Summer: Chapter 2

Abstract: Chapter 2 of 14: After dinner, Sarah retires for the evening and goes to bed. A few hours later, she's startled when Ana comes into her bed. Sarah demands that Ana leave, but the sex from Ana is intense, overwhelming, intoxicating, and satisfying, leaving Sarah helplessly infatuated with Ana. On the morning of the day Josh, Beth, and Ana were to leave, Sarah and Ana walk the beach. Sarah asks Ana to stay with her for the summer. Ana accepts.

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Dinner wrapped up with Josh stretching and yawning, pulling Beth up with him. "Dinner was great Mom," he said, planting a kiss on my cheek. "Thank you so much. We're gonna watch some TV in the living room." With the sound of some reality-TV show in the background, Ana started clearing the table, bringing the plates and glasses into the kitchen while I washed them. Ana then grabbed a dishtowel, drying what I washed, our elbows brushing in the tight sink area. No small talk this time; just focusing on the task at hand.

"You don't have to," I murmured, glancing at her. Her tank top clung from the humidity, outlining the swell of her breasts. Ana caught me looking at her again and I quickly **** my eyes back to the sponge. "Want to," she replied, voice low, bumping my hip with hers on purpose. It sent a jolt straight to my core, but I played it off, rinsing the last fork. We finished quick, and she hung the towel, turning to me with that half-smile. "Think I'll join the lovebirds for some TV. You coming?"

Exhaustion hit me then, the day's swim and sun and that unspoken sexual tension weighing me down. "No, I'm tired. I'm going to turn in." She nodded, but her hand grazed my arm as she passed - light, deliberate - before heading into the living room. I heard muffled voices from the TV, Josh's chuckle mixing with Beth's. I was pleased Ana was spending some time with Josh and her sister. Since she's been here, Ana and I have been inseparable. Inside my bedroom, I stripped out of my sundress in the bathroom, the tile cool under my feet. Hot water from the shower sluiced over me, washing away salt and sweat, but not the memory of Ana's body in the cove, bare and unapologetic. I toweled off, slipped into my pajamas - soft cotton top and shorts, buttons done up to the collar - and crawled into bed. The sheets were crisp, the fan whirring overhead, and sleep pulled me under fast, dreamless.

Hours later, something shifted the mattress. My eyes snapped open to the moonlight coming in through the window, heart slamming as a warm body pressed against my side. I bolted upright. "Ana!" She was there, naked, sheets tangled low on her hips. Her dark hair spilled over the pillow, one arm stretched toward me, casual as if she'd always belonged.

"Shhhhhh," she whispered, sitting up slow, the curve of her breast catching the moonlight, nipple already peaked. "Ana, this isn't right. Please. Leave." My voice cracked, but I didn't move away, pulse racing as she leaned in, her hand finding my knee under the sheet. The room smelled like her - salt and something musky, clean from whatever shower she'd taken.

She didn't budge. Instead, her fingers trailed up my thigh, light pressure through the thin fabric. "Sarah, you've been looking at me all day. At yoga, at the cove, in the kitchen this evening. I felt it." Her other hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing my lip, and then she kissed me - soft at first, lips parting mine like she was testing. I froze, protests dying in my throat as her tongue slipped in, warm and insistent, tasting of mint. My body betrayed me, a shiver running down my spine, heat pooling low.

"Ana. Please. Stop. We can't do this. Josh and your sister are in the next room." But my hands weren't pushing her away; they hovered, then settled on her shoulders, feeling her hard muscle.

She pulled back just enough to murmur against my mouth, "They won't hear. You want this Sarah, I know you do. Let me show you." Her hand slid higher, unbuttoning the top of my pajamas with deliberate flicks, exposing my chest inch by inch. Cool air hit my skin, then her palm - warm, rough from her calluses - cupping my breast, thumb circling my nipple until it stiffened. I gasped, arching despite myself, the touch electric after so long without. Her mouth followed, lips closing over the peak, sucking gently, teeth grazing just enough to make me bite my lip to stifle a moan.

"Oh god Ana," I whispered, head falling back as she worked the other button free, pushing the fabric aside. My breasts were heavy in her hands, sensitive from neglect, and she lavished them - kissing, licking, pinching until I was squirming, thighs pressing together against the ache building there.

"Just relax Sarah. I want to make you feel good." She shifted, straddling my hips, her bare pussy brushing my pajama shorts, already slick - I could feel it through the cotton. Her hands roamed lower, tugging at the waistband. I lifted my hips, no longer resisting and without thinking, letting her peel them down, kicking them off with the top. Naked now, fully exposed, my body softer than hers, marked by stretch marks and the slight sag of forty-five years, but she looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered. Her fingers traced my stomach, dipping to my bushy patch of hair above my clit, then lower, parting my folds. I became embarrassed. I haven't shaved my body in several days - never shaving my pubic hair. I was wet down there, and Ana hummed approval, sliding one finger along my slit, circling the entrance.

"You're soaked," she said, voice husky, eyes dark as she watched my face. "Been thinking about this since our swim together, haven't you?" She pushed inside, slow, her finger thick and curling just right, hitting that spot that made my breath hitch. "Yes," I said, unable to lie, gripping the sheets as she added a second, pumping steady, thumb pressing my clit in firm circles.

The sensation was overwhelming - this was clearly Ana's domain of expertise, like she'd mapped bodies like mine before, that coach she previously dated probably on the receiving end. She leaned down, kissing my neck, while her hand worked me, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. My hips bucked, chasing the pressure, and she grinned against my skin. "That's it Sarah - let go."

But she didn't let me finish there. Pulling her fingers free - glistening, she brought them to my mouth, and I sucked without prompt, tasting myself, salty and sharp. Then she moved down, kissing a trail over my breasts, stomach, inner thighs. She spread my legs wide, hooking them over her shoulders, her breath hot on my pussy. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard," she murmured, before her tongue flicked out, flat and broad, lapping from my entrance to my clit.

I clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle the cry, her mouth relentless - sucking my clit, tongue delving inside, then two fingers thrusting back in, twisting. She ate me like she was starving, humming vibrations that shot through me, my body clenching around her.

"Ana......Oh god........ This is so....... So..... I'm gonna....." My words failed as the orgasm hit, like a tidal wave, the sensation throwing me back into the mattress, my arms falling back behind me, my pussy pulsing, juices coating her chin as I shook, toes curling into the mattress. She didn't stop, licking me through it, drawing out every tremor until I was panting, limp, totally spent, immovable. I started to cry. I don't believe I ever had an orgasm that explosive.

She crawled back up, looking at me, wiping away my tears, kissing me gently. "Are you OK?" she asked. "Yes," I said, "Ana, that was so powerful - so beautiful - something I haven't experience in a very long while - if ever." She smiled and continued kissing me, deep this time so I could taste us both, her body pressing full against mine - breasts to breasts, her thigh slotting between my legs, grinding slow. We held each other close, cuddling, kissing. I fell asleep in her arms, never wanting her to let go of me. When I awoke, Ana was gone.

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The sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of the beach house kitchen, turning the countertops into a warm glow that made the whole space feel like it was holding its breath. I padded down the stairs in my bare feet, the wooden steps creaking softly under me, still buzzing from the night before. My body felt loose, almost foreign - like I'd been rewired overnight. Ana was already there, moving around with that easy athletic grace, her long legs in cutoff shorts that hugged her thighs, a simple white tee stretched across her back. The scent of fresh coffee hit me first, then the sizzle of something in a pan - eggs, maybe, with a side of toast crisping up.

"Morning," she said without turning, her voice low and casual, like we hadn't just crossed every line imaginable a few hours ago. She poured coffee into two mugs, black for her, a splash of milk in mine without me asking. It was those little things that got to me - the way she remembered, like we'd been doing this forever.

I slid onto a stool at the island, watching her plate up scrambled eggs flecked with herbs, some sliced tomatoes on the side. "Smells good. Josh and Beth still out?" "Yeah, Ana said, " I heard them stumbling up late. Probably crashed hard."

With breakfast done and cleaned up, she grabbed my hand as we stepped out through the sliding glass door, onto the deck, and towards the beach. The sand was cool underfoot, still damp from the tide, and we kicked off our sandals, letting the waves lap at our ankles as we strolled. Her fingers laced through mine, strong and warm, thumb stroking the back of my hand in lazy circles. The beach stretched empty ahead. Today was it - the last day of this borrowed weekend. The three of them would pack up after lunch, head back to their city life. Ana, the women to whom I've become inseparable with, would be gone. I'd be left here in this beach house - alone, replaying every second of her.

Ana stopped suddenly, the water swirling around our calves, pulling at the sand. She turned to me, her dark hair whipping in the breeze, and the look on her face - intense, unguarded - hit me like a punch. Like - I was the only one she needed. Before I could speak, her free hand cupped my jaw, and she kissed me - deep - no holding back, her lips firm against mine, tongue sliding in with that same insistent heat from last night. Salt from the air mixed with her taste, and I melted into it, my free hand fisting her shirt.

I pulled back first, tears flowing. "Ana, I don't want you to leave me." My voice broke, wiping at my cheeks with my hands. "Please say you'll stay with me. Please. For the rest of the summer."

Her eyes watered too, that tough exterior cracking wide open. Relief flooded her face, like she'd been waiting for the words. "Oh Sarah," she breathed, pulling me close. "I'm so glad you asked. Yes... Yes, I want to be with you."

I grabbed her around the waist, hugging her tight, our bodies pressing in the shallow surf. Then I kissed her again, harder, the world narrowing to just us. We kept walking after that, hands still linked, the weight lifting off my chest.

Back at the house, Josh and Beth were finally awake, eating breakfast. We sat with them, and I made the announcement: "Josh and Beth, I asked Ana to be my guest for the summer. She accepted." Josh and Beth seemed surprised, but I'm not sure if they really cared. The two were so much into themselves the entire weekend, I'm not sure they knew Ana and I were spending so much time together.

We helped them packed their things to load into Josh's truck. I made them a lunch-to-go for their trip back to the city, said they would come back before summer's end, kissed them goodbye, and they were off.