Sarah’s Unforgettable Summer: Chapter 5

Abstract: Chapter 5 of 14: After the gym, Ana takes Sarah to lunch, outside in a town square cafe. People witness Ana's outpouring of physical affection toward Sarah. A butch/femm lesbian couple takes notice with blatant staring and Ana decides to give them a show. Thereafter, Ana takes Sarah to a day spa. Sarah is joyed, thinking she's getting a massage to sooth her aches and pains from the punishing gym workout. That's not what happens.

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The walk from the gym to the SUV felt charged, Ana's arm slung around my waist like she was staking a claim to me in broad daylight. The flowery dress clung to my skin, still damp from the shower, the cotton whispering against my bare nipples and the empty space between my thighs. No bra, no panties - just the fabric and her presence making me hyper-aware of every breeze. She opened the passenger door for me, her hand brushing my hip a beat too long, fingers grazing the curve of my ass before I slid in. "You're such a good girl," she murmured, before circling to the driver's side. I wasn't sure how to take the "good girl" statement. Was it condescending or was it stating the obvious? Ana had taken total control of our relationship. I obeyed her every command and did not resist on any anything she did to me. I was her "good girl". Was I going to be "her woman?"

Ana drove us to the town square shopping center, where a cluster of outdoor cafés dotted the sidewalk. The afternoon was sunny, a beautiful day to be outside, with people milling about - shopping, eating, and enjoying the day. "Let's have lunch," she said, like it was the most natural thing after finger-fucking me senseless in the gym shower. My muscles still ached from the workout, a deep burn in my quads and arms, but the real throb was lower, a persistent ache from her fingers stretching me open under the water.

The café she picked had mismatched metal tables spilling onto the pavement, umbrellas flapping in the breeze. We grabbed a spot near the edge. Ana ordered for us - salads loaded with feta and olives, some grilled chicken skewers that smelled like summer herbs - her voice casual, like she hadn't just commanded my body through an orgasm that left me shaking. As we waited, she took my hand across the table, lacing our fingers, her thumb stroking the inside of my wrist. Occasionally, she would reach across the table to kiss me. It was simple, but the contact sent sparks inside me.

Heads turned - one guy did a double-take, an older couple at the next table exchanged glances. I felt exposed, not just from the lack of underwear, but from the way she claimed me in front of strangers. It was new for me, this public affection, but after the beach weekend where we'd first tumbled into bed, it felt like an extension of that intimacy. She'd been raw then, now, here we were, her strength wrapping around me like armor.

The food arrived, and she leaned in now and then, pressing a kiss to my lips between bites. "You taste like salt from the gym." I laughed, shoving a forkful of salad into my mouth to hide the flush creeping up my neck. The stares weren't subtle anymore; whispers rippled around us. There were two women at a table ten feet away. One was mid-40s, stocky, with short hair, butch, biker chick-looking, with tattoos up and down her arms and neck. The other was late 20s, feminine, stunningly beautiful, long legs, runway model material. They kept glancing over at us, their eyes lingering on our joined hands.

I nudged Ana's foot under the table. "Those two over there. They've been watching us since we sat down."

Ana turned to look, and locked eyes on them. "Lesbian couple...... Beauty and the Butch," she said matter-of-factly, popping an olive into her mouth. I laughed at the name she gave them. "You can tell by the way they lean into each other," she said. "Bet they've been together a while. See the rings on their right hands? Old-school queer signal." I blinked, chewing slower. "How do you even know that?" I said.

"I was captain of my college soccer team, remember? Most of us are lesbians. We had a whole league full of signals." She winked, her free hand dropping to my knee under the table, sliding up my thigh just enough to make me shift in my seat. The dress hem rode up with the movement, and I clamped my legs together, heat pooling despite the breeze. "Anyway, they're checking us out because we're hot. And when we leave, we're gonna give them a show."

My fork paused halfway to my mouth. "A show?"

"You'll see." She finished her skewer, licking sauce from her fingers with deliberate slowness, eyes locked on mine. The conversation lulled, the café buzz filling the space - clinking glasses, laughter from a nearby group of tourists. Her hand stayed on my thigh, inching higher, thumb brushing the sensitive skin where fabric met bare flesh. I was getting wet again, the seam of the dress pressing against my pussy lips, slickness starting to gather. It was reckless, sitting here exposed under her touch, but that's what Ana did - she relished in taking me out of my comfort zone.

We wrapped up, plates cleared by the waiter who avoided eye contact like he'd walked in on something intimate. Ana stood first, tossing cash on the table, then held out her hand. I took it, heart thudding as we stepped away from the chairs. That's when she made her move - grabbing my waist, yanking me flush against her body in one fluid pull. Her mouth crashed onto mine, not a sweet peck, but a full-on ****. Tongue diving deep, tasting of feta and her own heat, she angled my head back with a hand in my hair, devouring me like we were alone. I melted into it, hands fisting her shirt, the world narrowing to the wet slide of her lips, the way she sucked on my tongue hard enough to make my clit throb.

It was obscene, the kind of kiss that belonged in a bedroom, not a sunny café patio. Her body pinned mine against the table edge, hips grinding subtly, the hard line of her thigh pressing between my legs. I could feel eyes on us, the air thick with stares, but it only ramped up the ache, my nipples peaking against the dress, pussy clenching on nothing. When she finally pulled back, my lips were swollen, breath ragged, a string of saliva breaking between us.

I glanced over at the two women, my cheeks burning. They were staring alright. The beauty - slack-jawed, still, motionless, frozen, unable to believe what she just saw. The butch - grinning, thoroughly entertained, enjoying the show.

Ana turned to look at them and grinned, chuckled, low and satisfied, slinging her arm around my waist, as if I was her prized possession. We started walking. Her hand dipped low almost immediately, fingers hooking under the hem of my dress at the back. She lifted it casually, exposing my ass to the open air. The breeze hit my bare skin, cool against the warmth building there, and then her palm cupped my cheek, squeezing firmly, thumb tracing the crease where ass met thigh. It was blatant and wanton, anyone behind us could see, and with the café crowd looking on, that meant plenty.

"Oh my god Ana, I can't believe you're doing this to me," I hissed, half-laughing, half-panicked, twisting to look back. The two lesbians stared, eyes locked on the flash of my skin. The butch just stared and smiled, but the beauty was in disbelief, a flush on her cheeks that matched mine.

"Keep walking," Ana said, her voice a rumble against my ear, hand kneading deeper now, fingers slipping into the cleft of my ass. She didn't stop at a fondle - her middle finger pressed against my anus, not pushing in, but circling the tight ring with deliberate pressure, the dress still hiked just enough to hide the full view but tease the outline. I stumbled a step, thighs squeezing together as arousal spiked, wetness trickling down my inner thigh. It was filthy, her touch right there on the street, the risk making my pulse hammer.

We made our way back to the SUV, but our day wasn't finished. Ana had more planned for us.

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We sat in the car for a few minutes while Ana was typing into her iPhone. I asked her what she was doing. She replied, "I'm arranging our next appointment," saying nothing more. We pulled out of the café parking lot, Ana's hand still resting possessively on my thigh, fingers moving slowly up the hem of my dress, my body still buzzing from that kiss and the way she'd groped me right out in the open. My ass cheeks tingled where her palm had squeezed, and I could feel the damp spot growing between my legs, the cotton fabric of my dress sticking to my pussy lips with every shift in the seat. "Where to now?" I asked, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out breathy. "You'll find out in a few minutes," was her response.

Minutes later, we drove into a strip of boutique shops, parking right in front of a sleek storefront with frosted glass windows and a sign that read "Zen Escape Day Spa." The place looked upscale but unpretentious. Oh - this is wonderful, I thought to myself. We're getting a massage. I'm hurting bad from the punishing gym workout and this would help greatly. I unbuckled, flexing my calves as I stepped out, the breeze hitting my still-exposed skin under the dress. Ana draped her arm around my shoulders, pulling me close enough that her hip bumped mine. "This will be good for you," she said, her breath warm against my ear. "Trust me."

Inside, the air smelled like eucalyptus and clean linens, soft instrumental music piping from hidden speakers. The receptionist looked up from her computer with a bright smile. "Welcome. Do you have an appointment?"

"Ana and Sarah," Ana replied smoothly, her hand slipping down to the small of my back, fingers pressing just above my ass. I leaned into it, the touch grounding me amid the unfamiliar calm of the place. She tapped at her keyboard. "Perfect, you're right on time for your 2PM. Both of you here for a Hollywood, right?" Ana nodded. "Yes."

I blinked, glancing between them. A Hollywood? Sounded like some fancy massage package - maybe hot stones or something targeted for athletes. My muscles screamed for relief after the gym, the way she'd pushed me through those deadlifts and then finger-fucked me against the shower wall. "Yeah, sounds great," I said, forcing a smile, though a flicker of uncertainty twisted in my gut. Ana's plans always had an edge, like the beach weekend where we'd stumbled into bed after too much wine - her strong body pinning me down for the first time.

The receptionist handed us clipboards with consent forms. "Just fill these out, and Judy will be with you shortly. I have a private room for you both, so you can go in together." We scribbled signatures - mine hasty, Ana's deliberate - and she led us down a short hallway and into a treatment room. But instead of the padded massage tables I'd expected, the room held a single examination-style table in the center, covered in crisp white paper. Metal stirrups glinted at the end, adjustable and cold-looking, like something from a doctor's office. No oils, no towels folded neatly - just a tray of tools on a side cart: jars of cream, wooden applicators, strips of cloth, and a pot that looked like it was heating something waxy.

"What is this?" I muttered, heart beat picking up. Ana just grinned, already removing her sandals.

Judy entered a moment later, a no-nonsense woman in her fifties with short gray hair, wearing scrubs and latex gloves snapping onto her hands. She had a warm but efficient vibe, like she'd done this a thousand times. "Hi there, I'm Judy. Hollywood waxes for both of you? Great, we'll get you sorted quick. Who's first?"

Ana didn't hesitate. "Me." She peeled off her shorts in one motion, revealing she wasn't wearing underwear either - just like me, bold and bare. Her tank top stayed on, but from the waist down, she was completely naked, her athletic legs flexing as she hopped onto the table. The paper crinkled under her ass as she lay back, scooting down to position her heels in the stirrups. Her knees fell open wide, exposing everything: the stubble of pubic hair above her pussy, the lips slightly parted from our earlier play, still a little swollen. She looked utterly unashamed, hands resting on her stomach, eyes locking onto mine with that commanding glint. "Watch this Sarah. It's gonna feel amazing."

I stood frozen by the door, mouth dry. A wax? Not a massage? My mind reeled. I started to feel numb, not believing what I was seeing. Judy was prepping the wax pot, stirring it with a spatula, the scent of hot resin filling the room. This was about stripping me bare, literally, in front of Ana - and Judy. Heat flooded my cheeks, but I couldn't look away as Judy approached, gloved hands spreading a thin layer of warm wax over Ana's mound. Ana sighed, her body relaxing into the table, legs splayed so wide her inner thighs stretched taut.

"Deep breath," Judy said matter-of-factly, pressing a cloth strip over the first patch. She rubbed it in, then gripped the edge. Rip. The strip came off in one sharp yank, pulling away a clump of hair and leaving red, smooth skin behind. Ana hissed through her teeth, her abs tightening, but then she let out a low moan, hips twitching. "Fuck, that's intense," she said, glancing at me. "But wait till it's all gone Sarah - your pussy is going to feel electric after."

Judy worked methodically, section by section. She slathered more wax along Ana's labia, careful but firm, spreading the lips to get every stray hair. Rip after rip echoed in the small room, each one making Ana's body jolt - her clit peeking out more with every pass, the skin turning pink and bare. I watched, transfixed, my own pussy clenching at the sight. Ana's exposure was total, her asshole visible when Judy tilted her hips up for the perineum, waxing that sensitive strip clean. Beads of sweat dotted Ana's forehead, but her eyes stayed on me, dark with arousal. "See how smooth it's getting Sarah? You're next."

The words hit me like a shock wave. I was having trouble breathing, my anxiety building. Judy moved to Ana's inner thighs now, waxing the fine hairs there, her gloved fingers brushing close to the folds without apology. Ana's breathing grew heavier, her chest rising and falling. I saw her pussy glisten - not just from the wax residue, but from actual wetness. One final rip on the last patch above her clit, and Judy stepped back, wiping her hands. "All done. Smooth as a baby's bottom. Let it cool a minute before dressing."

Ana sat up slowly, legs still in the stirrups, running her fingers over the freshly waxed skin. She spread her lips with two fingers, showing off the bare, pink flesh - her clit prominent now, no hair to hide it. "Touch it," she said to me, voice husky. "Feel how soft." Judy chuckled softly, disposing of the strips. "Give it a sec, it'll be tender." Judy turned to me, expectant, "Your turn, hon."

I backed up a step, shaking my head. "Wait...... No..... No...... I thought this was a massage. My legs are killing me from the gym, I don't want... this." Protest bubbled out, but it felt half-hearted, my eyes still glued to Ana's exposed pussy, the way she idly circled her clit with a fingertip, biting her lip.

Ana slid off the table, naked from the waist down, her waxed skin gleaming under the light. She closed the distance between us, towering over me with that soccer captain confidence, the same strength that had drawn me in during our beach weekend. She gave me hug, feeling my trembling inside. She kissed my forehand, her hand then cupped my chin, tilting my face up. "Don't worry Sarah, I'm going to be right next to you. This'll make you feel incredible - bare, sensitive, all mine."

My pulse thundered, a mix of nerves and that undeniable pull toward her control. Judy's presence made it worse. Tears started to well in my eyes. "Ana..... Please..... Please no....... It's so embarrassing." But my resistance was moot. Ana's hands lifted my dress and I was completely naked.

Ana, holding me as if I was going to fall, guiding me to the table. I climbed on, the paper sticking to my ass, and she helped position my heels in the stirrups. My legs parted wide, knees bent, exposing myself to a complete stranger. If Ana was going to take me out of my comfort zone, this was no better example.

Judy didn't bat an eye, just warmed more wax while Ana, still naked from the waist down, bent over beside me, holding me, kissing my face and forehead.

"Relax your muscles," Judy instructed, starting with my mound. The wax was hotter than I expected, a thick layer spread over my pubic hair. It tingled, almost soothing at first. "It's going to hurt Sarah, but Ana will get you through this," she said. Then the strip, the rub, and - rip. Pain exploded, sharp and immediate, like a hundred bee stings in one pull. I yelped, my ass lifting, back arching off the table, hands gripping the edges. "Oh shit, that hurts!" I started to cry, with Ana holding me, rubbing my naked body and kissing me gently. "Be brave Sarah. You're going to love the end result."

Judy moved on, waxing the sides, pulling strips that left my skin raw and bare. Ana's hand found mine, squeezing. "Breathe through it. Focus on how it'll feel after - my fingers sliding over your smooth pussy, no barriers." Her other hand trailed down my thigh, thumb grazing the inside, inches from my core. The pain ebbed into a warm sting.

By the time she reached my labia, I was panting, sweat slicking my body. Judy spread my lips gently with gloved fingers - clinical, but the exposure made me gasp, my clit throbbing under the scrutiny. Wax on the delicate skin there, cool at first, then heating. Rip. I screamed, then cried out, tear flowing, thighs quaking in the stirrups, but Ana leaned in, her breath on my neck, then kissing me on the lips. "That's it, take it for me. Your pussy's getting so pretty, all pink and exposed." Her fingers dipped lower, not interfering with Judy but brushing my inner thigh, teasing the edge of my folds. Wetness leaked out, visible now on the smooth skin Judy had just cleared.

The perineum was the worst - Judy lifting my ass slightly, waxing right up to my anus. The pull there sent a jolt straight to my clit, pain blurring into pleasure, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Fuck!," I whimpered, crying uncontrollably now. But she was right; the sensitivity was immediate, every nerve ending alive, my pussy clenching on nothing as Judy finished the last strips around my anus, leaving me completely denuded.

"All set," Judy said, patting my knee. "Keep it clean, no tight clothes for a day. Moisturize tomorrow." And she was gone.