The Pleasures of Beth Ch. 4
Date: 18.05.2008Keywords: of, Beth, Ch., The, 4, Pleasures,
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It took several days for Beth to recover from her birthday party. Working with Anne every day only made matters worse as all she could think about was that incredible purple double-dildo that Anne had given her as a gift. While they had not talked about their time together very much —the store had been much too busy for that sort of distraction— both had openly admitted to fantasizing about a repeat. "Maybe even without the boys," had added Anne. Nonetheless, several weeks passed with nothing more sexual than a full-body hug each day at the end of work.
The sheer amount of work, plus the responsibilities for purchasing and all that government paperwork was almost too much for Beth and she planned for a few days off to rest. Martin was away on business; Anne was in charge of the store and all the paperwork had been completed. Beth would stay home, maybe walk on the beach near their apartment and she would catch up on her reading.
Her first day off was uneventful. She slept in all morning and rewarded herself with a delicious brunch of eggs benedict, fresh-squeezed orange juice and even baked herself some muffins for her walk later on the beach.
"This is exactly what I wanted," she told herself quietly that evening.
The next day was much the same. She woke late and had a muffin and coffee while reading the newspaper. That afternoon she went for a long walk on the beach collecting shells and beautiful views of the ocean and did not return until almost dinner. It was working out to be exactly the kind of rest she needed.
Later that evening, she decided to watch some television, despite having promised herself not to do so. Good thing, though, because her favourite show was on the Playboy channel, Night Calls. Hosted by two incredible babes, Juli and Tiffany, the show was a delightful and safe romp for women curious about women, and men who like to watch.
Juli is a bombshell blonde with great boobs, a neatly-shaved pussy and she just loves women. Her pubes are highlighted by a very cute little blue teddy bear tattoo. The other host, Tiffany, is one of those oh-so-rare genuine redheads. Her pussy is also neatly shaved and while she is new to loving women, she has become totally hooked on them! Her tits? Fabulous! Firm! And best of all, totally real!
This week it was the call-in version of the show where real people phone in for advice from the two girls. While Beth had been unable to get through yet again, one of her favourite topics had been discussed in some detail, and even demonstrated. Tiffany had responded to a caller's request about how to spank his girlfriend just enough to turn her on using a variety of implements. In trying to explain how best to do it, Tiffany soon gave up and got Juli to help demonstrate. The second woman bent right over on her big chair and flashed her tight ass towards the audience. Tiffany's response was to give it a few loud smacks with her bare hand, followed by a few with a short leather strap. In no time flat Juli's butt was red with welts from the leather. That both girls were definitely into it became clear when they seemed to lose their place on the cue cards and stumbled while describing the action.
The show closed with a bath tub feature where two incredible beach babes with huge breasts and tight, tanned bodies gave each other a soapy bubble bath in this huge tub. That was enough to get Beth thinking about her own needs. But with Martin away what could she do? The answer took little effort.
Beth had watched the whole episode getting more interested by the minute. By the time the show was over she had decided to go online to chat with her friend Paul. He had a real knack for turning her on. He called it text-fucking and she was ready for it.
But Paul was nowhere to be found online. "Dammit! I needed some of his stories," she said out loud to no one but her cat. Her backup plan was not long in creation. She decided that since no one was available to pleasure her, she would go it alone, just like when she was single. "Music! That's first," she said aloud to herself and loaded up the CD player with five of her most sensual compact discs. She set it on random and hit the play button. It started with a Barry White tune, of all things.
It took almost fifteen minutes for the huge bathtub to fill up with hot, bubbly water. While she waited she opened a bottle of sherry, her favourite at the moment, and set out a dozen candles of all shapes and sizes around the bath. Some were perfumed while others she lit just for the mood. The light they gave off danced around the room first jumping wildly then dropping off to almost nothing. The amazing variety and richness of candlelight never failed to arouse her.
Admiring the warm glow being cast upon her skin by the candlelight, Beth slipped out of her fuzzy robe and into the hot bath, gliding into a comfortable position well within reach of the wine. On the table beside her was the glass of sherry and a book she had long been meaning to read, Herotica. It was a collection of short erotic fiction by and about women whose cover promised romantic tales to spark her libido, and something for every taste.
"That's exactly what I need," she thought as she snuggled deep into the thick bubbles around her. It seemed entirely appropriate to her that she should be reading lesbian erotica after watching her Wednesday night Playboy show. The first story she turned to was about a woman's first experience with another woman. It seems that this coed was at a bar one night and….
With each story she read, Beth became more aroused. She had been making an effort not to touch herself yet but every once in a while her free hand would dip beneath the surface and caress a breast or pinch a nipple. Eventually she realized the futility of her strategy and allowed her spare hand to slowly make its way over her flesh.
As Beth read, her right hand slowly and gently caressed her body. First a breast, then across her tummy and briefly to her clitoris. Occasionally a finger would dip lightly between her lips and elicit a quick intake of her breath if the timing coincided with the story. She read on, enjoying each new scene, each new partnership.
After a while she discovered herself masturbating slowly, almost carefully, along with the heroine of one story. Unexpectedly the spark of an orgasm flashed through her body. "Surprise!" it seemed to call out.
After finishing almost half the bottle of sherry, and having refreshed the how water too many to recall, Beth decided that it was time to get a little more serious about her pleasures. She stood up slowly in the tub. Candlelight flickered over her body making it glisten wetly as she stepped from the tub onto a thick rug. She stood there for a long time, gazing into the many mirrors around her, appreciating the full and mature body that reflected back to her.
Languidly, she dried herself with a huge bath towel. First her hair, then working up from her feet to her legs and thighs. She spread her legs wide and reached down to dry her pussy. This made her feel sexy because it was so erotic to see herself so openly in the mirrors. Sexy because that was how she had demonstrated herself, though unknowingly, to Paul back at Hidden Lake. She still looked forward to the time when his cock could be hers, too. She finished by drying her big breasts. This she did very lovingly, very tenderly.
Now it was time for her pleasure to really begin. She was ready. The walk from the ensuite to the master bedroom was short but took her past her toy cupboard. Oh, her toy cupboard! She chose carefully, but widely. There was lubricating lotion and some towels in case things got as wet as they usually did; she chose her favourite vibrator, the big purple, clear plastic one with the clitoral trigger —now that one was fun! She also took out a smooth black plastic one with a gold metallic tip. That one had such a great high speed. She picked out a few other surprises including a small vibrator perfect for shoving up her ass when things got really hot later.
She would also need something else, but what? She pulled out her candy cane, a gift she had bought on a whim one day thinking that it's size would be just about right for a bit of unusual fun. It was time to test her theory. But it was still not enough.
Beth laid out her space on the bed carefully. Two big pillows for her head and back; a smaller one to the right to hold all her toys. Lined up on the pillow beside her were the various tools of her pleasure, ready to meet their match with her body.
The music was playing softly and a last glass of wine stood at the ready as she reclined into position, naked but for a light robe. Her anticipation was making her wetter by the moment —she knew what was already building. Beth had always been able to produce the most marvellous orgasms for herself. Sometimes it was during an online masturbation session. Other times it was with Martin as they watched each other masturbate, one at each end of the king-sized bed. Yet other times, during an incredible fuck, she would slip a hand to her clit and the fireworks would blast out on contact.
"There's no such thing as a bad orgasm," she had learned long ago.
The light was coming from one small, diffuse lamp in the corner, just enough to see her body but not so much that it destroyed the sensual mood. She reclined comfortably on the two big pillows leaned up against the headboard. Her eyes were closed and she was thinking back to the television show, remembering how much Martin liked to fuck after watching Tiffany and Juli making out. It never failed to give him a rock-hard erection right there in the living room. "Or should I say in his pants?" she chuckled to herself.
She imagined that they were together watching the show. Often she would slide down to the floor between his legs while he concentrated on the action on the screen. She would remove his pants slowly, almost as if he was not noticing.
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Keywords: of, Beth, Ch., The, 4, Pleasures,