#SandyBottom

by Alexi Venice

  God, this feels good. Leave everything behind… Jen dug her fingernails into Victoria’s thighs, urging her to do more.

  “I want to fuck you.” Victoria gently pinched Jen’s left nipple, sending a jolt of fire through her, causing her hips to buck into Victoria’s hand.

  Jen was speechless.

  “Do you want to come?” Victoria asked.

  “Yes,” Jen whispered.

  “Tell me,” Victoria commanded as she flicked her thumb over Jen’s core.

  “I. Want. To. Come,” Jen managed through a sigh.

  Victoria covered Jen’s mouth with her own and sucked on Jen’s tongue while inserting one, then two, fingers into Jen.

  Once they slipped inside, Jen became tight with anticipation, pushing against Victoria’s fingers, which quickly found her G-spot. Jen gasped into Victoria’s mouth, her own tongue going still, signaling Victoria that she was where she needed to be.

  Jen was overcome with the desire to surrender, turn herself over to Victoria’s expertise, satisfy her curiosity of being with someone other than Amanda. Reap the benefits.

  When Victoria’s thumbpad circled then pressed into Jen’s clit, her middle finger working Jen’s G-spot, Jen pressed her eyes shut and heaved in ecstasy, not wanting to break contact or interrupt Victoria’s orchestrated delivery.

  “Open your eyes,” Victoria said in a low, guttural tone that commanded Jen to do just that.

  She opened her eyes into Victoria’s intense stare, Victoria’s eyes glowing with passion and some other emotion that Jen couldn’t pinpoint.

  Before she could contemplate it, Victoria squeezed Jen’s left nipple—hard—while her thumb flicked over Jen’s clit in a flurry of action. Jen held her breath, all of her energy focused on her nipple and pussy. Coherent thought abandoned her as a bright light exploded behind her eyes, her body spasming in pleasure, sending electric jolts from her brain to her toes. She shook in satisfaction, giving her body over to the hands of her captor.

  Victoria removed her fingers, supporting Jen in the water, cradling her as she kissed the side of Jen’s head tenderly, whispering, “You’re so sexy.”

  Jen closed her eyes, relaxing against Victoria’s body. She might have drifted off, but she couldn’t be sure. She just knew that she felt incredibly relaxed and satisfied, reclining in Victoria’s warm embrace in the hot bath.

  After a time, Jen stirred when Victoria said, “Let me help you out of the tub before we get cold.”

  “Yeah. Sorry. I think I drifted off.”

  “No worries. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Can you stand?”

  Victoria gently pushed away and stood behind Jen, nabbing two towels from a nearby hook. She handed one to Jen as she stood.

  Once they stepped out, Victoria dried Jen’s hair and back.

  “That was mind-blowing,” Jen said. “Thank you.”

  Victoria smiled. “And, see, I feel like I could do so much more for you.”

  Jen cocked her head, not exactly sure what Victoria meant, but she was interested. “I’d like to return the favor.”

  “Of course.” Wrapped in her own towel, Victoria pushed her front against Jen’s back, enveloping Jen in her arms. She rested one hand on Jen’s breast and the other on her damp curls. “I’m better with my mouth.”

  A shiver ran the length of Jen, reigniting curiosity and lust. “Oh really?”

  “Really.” Victoria ran her fingers through Jen’s pussy, pulling on her hair. “You’re a little thick down here. Would you like to use some Coochy Cream to shape this up a bit?”

  Jen flinched, her eyes scanning the bathroom for the shaving cream, which she spied on a shelf in the shower. “You mean, like now?”

  Victoria laughed softly. “No. I don’t want to spoil the moment. Maybe later. We could do it together. Would you be comfortable with something like this?” Victoria turned Jen around and lifted the bottom of her own towel. She was clean-shaven, not a hair in sight. Jen couldn’t say she was turned off, but the screaming peach had never been her goal. Amanda certainly had never requested it.

  “Looks good on you, but I’m not so sure about me.”

  “Fair enough.” Nonplussed, Victoria shrugged and grabbed Jen’s hand, leading her from the bathroom to the bedroom, strutting proudly in her towel. She stopped at a tall, mirrored semainier that reflected the champagne pink on the walls. Jen hadn’t really paid attention to the pint-sized chest of drawers until now. Like everything else in Victoria’s life, it blended with the theme but was a design statement in and of itself.

  Jen regarded the mirrored chest-of-drawers, wondering why they were standing in front of it.

  “Feeling adventurous?” Victoria asked.

  In her fuzzy state, Jen didn’t follow.

  Victoria patted her semainier. “This is where I keep my toys.”

  Jen tried to veil her popping eyes, as Victoria opened the top drawer, which was very shallow, to several vibrators varying in size, color, texture and shape.

  “Wow. Quite the collection.” Jen didn’t know whether she should feel excited or terrified. A beige six-incher reminded her of Dr. Olson’s bald head and clean-shaven face. She silently named it Neal.

  “See anything you like?”

  Not Neal. Jen’s eyes quickly moved on, but her exhausted mind, fuzzy from the bath and orgasm, couldn’t focus very well on the vibrators ranging in color and size from small pink to large black. She pointed to a medium-sized, hot pink, ultra-smooth rabbit. “This one.”

  “The Kaya?”

  “I’ve never used the Kaya before,” Jen said in a small voice.

  “This rabbit could be your steady habit,” Victoria said.

  “Who needs LSD when you have a white rabbit?” Jen replied

  “A bit obscure, but I think I get it,” Victoria said.

  “Think Grace Slick and Jefferson Airplane. Big in Haight Ashbury in the late 60s.”

  “Of course. A San Francisco reference,” Victoria said. “How about this: ‘When Kaya rollicks around the south pole, your bean falls down the rabbit hole?’”

  Jen tried to laugh conspiratorially but it came out a little strangled. “ Alice in Wonderland . Nice.” She wondered if Victoria went to a hostess seminar on sex toys. Probably.

  Victoria removed the Kaya, handling it with deference as if it were a priceless gem, and lay it in Jen’s hand.

  Jen couldn’t help but wonder how many other women had stood in this spot, holding the Kaya. “Do I dare ask what else is in your lingerie chest?”

  Victoria’s lips curled into a smile like the wolf showing Little Red Riding Hood his bag of tricks. “Not a thread of lingerie, I can assure you of that. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She opened the second drawer to ostrich feathers in a variety of plumage and color, all with handles.

  “Those look soft and tantalizing” Jen said.

  “They are…if used patiently.” Victoria slowly closed that drawer and opened the third to handcuffs and blindfolds.

  The pink, fur-lined pair of cuffs with a chrome chain connecting them caught Jen’s eye. “I see we’re growing in intensity.”

  “Let me know which drawer is your comfort level.” Victoria opened the fourth drawer to fuchsia floggers and leather riding crops.

  “Those look like they hurt,” Jen said. “We might have reached my comfort level.”

  “You’d be surprised at how the sweet sting of your flesh accentuates an orgasm.” Victoria picked up a crop and ran her fingers over the tip.

  Jen gulped at the sight and shook her head. “The next drawer?”

  Victoria replaced it and opened the fifth drawer to nipple and clitoral chains, a beaded clitoral clamp, and a heart-shaped paddle, all of which Jen had seen in pleasure shops in San Francisco. She couldn’t imagine trying them under any circumstance. “Next?”

  Victoria opened the sixth drawer. “A strap-on with a purple dick. Works great.”

  “Do you like to give or receive?” Jen asked.

 
“Guess.”

  “Giver.”

  “You got it.”

  Jen and Amanda had never found the strap-on necessary, but if they had, Jen pictured herself wearing it for Amanda.

  “And, the last drawer?” Jen asked.

  Victoria opened the seventh drawer to a spreader bar and hog tie restraints, also in pink leather.

  Jen cringed.

  Victoria read Jen’s expression. “Not a fan, huh?”

  “Um, not for the lower drawers.” If Jen’s mind had felt fuzzy before, then the contents of these drawers sobered her up.

  “Maybe someday,” Victoria said. “To paraphrase Julia Michaels, ‘Good girls go to heaven, but bad girls bring heaven to you.’” A demonic glint accented her eyes.

  Standing in only a towel, the Kaya in her hand, Jen’s legs shivered.

  Twenty-Two

  “I think I’m a bit more conservative in my sex life than you,” Jen said, tapping the tip of Kaya-the-rabbit against the palm of her hand.

  Victoria reopened the third drawer. “I’ll bet you’re very creative, though. Maybe you need a new perspective. How about we try these pink handcuffs tonight?” She picked up one, the second dangling from it by a chain. “They’re fur-lined. Very soft.” She held them to Jen, all the while standing in only a towel. “Feel of them.”

  To be polite, Jen felt the fur and leather, a quiver jumping from one knee to the other. “They are soft, I’ll give you that, but I just can’t picture myself wearing them.”

  “Have you ever tried?”

  “No.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  Jen inclined her head and squinted at Victoria’s eyes, looking for evidence of a sadistic bent. Energetic sage hues flickered against an oyster background, radiating sexual mischief but nothing darker. “I guess so.”

  “Would you be willing to try these tonight? On you, then on me?”

  “Maybe.” Jen paused for a beat, then said in jest, “Are you going to lock my wrists to the bed posts?”

  As if on cue, they both turned to look at the bedposts where pink carabiners dangled from hooks.

  Victoria’s eyes once again found Jen’s. “We can, but I’d recommend waiting until you’re more experienced. For beginners, it’s best just to clip the cuffs to each other and hold your hands over your head, like this.” Victoria demonstrated, stretching her hands to the ceiling, straightening her body, and causing her towel to fall to the floor. Her small breasts came to attention in Jen’s face, and Jen noticed for the first time that Victoria had nipple piercings—small, silver loops shot straight through the nubs.

  Ouch. A rush of fear hit Jen, her otherwise calm composition tumbling into a free fall. “I need to sit down.”

  She backpedaled to the edge of the bed and collapsed, closing her eyes against the spinning room. Please don’t faint. Please don’t faint. She was confused by her reaction, and a little disappointed in herself, because she had seen all sorts of piercings in San Francisco. Everything imaginable had been pierced on some patients who came into the emergency room, but, for some inexplicable reason, Victoria’s nipple rings made Jen woozy. Was it the aftereffects of the hot bath? The scented candles? She automatically covered her breasts with her hands and struggled to stay upright.

  “Here. Drink this,” Victoria said.

  Jen opened her eyes to Victoria holding a glass of water in front of her. Fortunately, Victoria now was clad in a soft pink robe, so Jen didn’t have to look at the troubling rings.

  “Thank you.” Jen accepted the glass and drained it.

  Victoria set the glass on the bedside table and crouched in front of Jen. “Are you ill or overwhelmed?”

  “I’m sorry,” Jen said. “To be honest, when I looked at your nipple rings, I felt a rush of pain and fear, like someone was going to pierce my nipples while my wrists were handcuffed to the bedposts. That type of pain…well… My nipples are really sensitive.” Her arms crisscrossed, Jen’s palms firmly covered her breasts.

  Victoria laughed then caught herself. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t laugh. Trust me, I’m not going to cuff you to the bed or pierce your nipples. Wow. I would never dream of doing that unless you begged me to, and even then, I don’t think I could. I’ll leave the piercings to the professionals.” She rocked forward and kissed Jen’s legs, then lay her head on Jen’s lap.

  The room still spun, just like it had the first time Jen had observed a surgery as a resident physician in training at San Francisco Community Hospital. Not having been assigned a task to perform in the O.R., Jen had fainted at the sight of the surgeon making an incision with a scalpel on the skin. After that, she was always assigned a duty, giving her purpose, so procedures never bothered her again. However, seeing the hoops in Victoria’s nipples—in the context of having sex—brought back the same feeling: transference of the pain resulting in loss of equilibrium. Ooooh, the white hot pain.

  Jen thought back to the bath they had just shared. Even though Jen had reclined against Victoria’s front in the tub, she hadn’t felt the rings against her back. They were very fine, so the water must have camouflaged them.

  “Never seen nipple rings?” Victoria asked, her head still resting against Jen’s legs.

  Jen cleared her throat. “I have. Many times as a physician. Something felt different tonight in this context, though. Sorry. Now I’m afraid I’ll hurt you if I touch them during sex.”

  “Trust me. You won’t hurt me. The rings enhance the sensation when my nipples are in your mouth.”

  As Jen envisioned her mouth over a nipple with a ring in it, her tongue perhaps flicking it, she felt a contrast of wooziness in her head but a rush of pleasure to her core. How could that be? How could she be on the brink of fainting while also being turned on? The dissonance didn’t make any sense.

  Victoria stood and dropped her robe, her nipple rings in front of Jen’s face. Again! Victoria ran her fingers over them, flicking them up and down. “See? Nothing to worry about. No pain. Just incredible pleasure when you kiss them. Try it.”

  Victoria lay encouraging hands on the back of Jen’s head and guided her to her right breast.

  Didn’t this type of play—submission even—invite some thought? Maybe a pause over a glass of champagne on a balcony to warm to the idea? It was all coming at her so fast. Nevertheless, Jen covered Victoria’s breast with her mouth, her tongue immediately finding the nipple and fine hoop. She circled it then flicked it up and down like Victoria had with her fingers.

  Victoria moaned in pleasure, arching into Jen, holding the back of Jen’s head firmly in place.

  Liquid desire ran from Jen’s tongue to her own nipples. Now toying with Victoria’s nipple rings, Jen’s epicenter tossed back a powerful carnal cocktail, getting into the heat of the moment. Jen left Victoria’s breast and trailed her tongue over to the other, where she tortured Victoria by circling the tip of her tongue around Victoria’s nipple, flicking that ring but not kissing her.

  “Oh yessss,” Victoria hissed in a low whisper. Her hips angled up toward Jen, as Jen lightly teased and prodded the nipple and hoop.

  After a long minute, Victoria growled, “More!”

  Jen smothered Victoria’s breast with her hot mouth, appreciating the soft skin against the fine metal.

  In response, Victoria’s strong fingers twined through Jen’s hair, desperately holding her in place.

  Jen grabbed Victoria’s ass with one hand and cupped her pussy with the other, making Victoria writhe in response.

  Jen backed away and quickly said, “Come here.” Then she unhooked the front of her own towel, letting it fall aside, as she lay back on the bed. She signaled with her hands for Victoria to climb on top of her, which Victoria quickly and eagerly did, scooting up to hover over Jen’s chest.

  After admiring the length of Victoria’s flat tummy, the underside of her breasts, and the silhouette of her nipple rings, Jen covered Victoria’s breasts with her hands. “I want to eat you.”

  Victoria whimp
ered, shimmying the last few inches on her knees to hover over Jen’s mouth. She lowered herself slowly and deliberately, stopping a little too high, barely grazing Jen’s lips.

  Swiping at Victoria’s labia with her tongue, Jen made brief contact.

  Victoria lowered herself again, this time rocking over Jen’s tongue for a longer lip graze.

  Jen lightly pinched Victoria’s nipples, careful not to pinch the rings. She could feel shudders emanate through Victoria’s body.

  “Mmmm.” Victoria dropped fully to Jen’s mouth, so Jen could slide her tongue through the valleys and contours before finding Victoria’s hotspot. Jen lit it up with the fat part of her tongue while she played harder with Victoria’s nipple rings.

  Victoria tossed her head back and shivered with desire.

  Jen’s tongue soon thrashed in a fierce, unrelenting rhythm until Victoria stopped writhing and went completely still, fervently surrendering to sweet cunnilingus. Her inner thighs quivered against Jen’s jaw and neck before her hips rolled forward, and her pussy dove into Jen’s mouth, her entire body spasming, convulsing, then going rigid in pleasure. She screamed out, surprising Jen with the volume and high pitch.

  For a second, Jen thought she had done the unthinkable—hurt Victoria’s nipples—but she quickly realized that Victoria was screaming in ecstasy. Victoria finally crumpled on top of Jen’s face, then slid her hips back down Jen’s chest and tummy, coming to rest directly on top of her. She dropped her face into Jen’s neck and moaned, “That was amazing.”

  Jen smiled, her chin glistening and her hands on Victoria’s back. She held her tightly as Victoria’s heavy breathing returned to normal.

  Victoria had been right—the nipple rings added a new layer of texture and erotic playfulness. While Jen couldn’t picture herself getting them in the near future, she could live vicariously through Victoria.

  The nervousness that accompanied the first sexual encounter with a new lover faded as Jen held a sated Victoria, traces of her tangy essence on Jen’s lips. Jen savored the aftertaste.

  When Victoria’s breathing fell into a sleep rhythm, Jen closed her eyes and drifted off too.