Chapter 2

It was easy to cum when thinking about someone like Tiffany. As the orgasm lingered, her hand moved away from her pussy, and her eyelids relaxed.

A week passed before their next meeting. They walked along the beach together the way that friends would. It was crowded that day. Plenty of beach goers were out having fun in the sand. Even more eye catching though, was the amount of skin being shown. It was a beach where blatant nudity was allowed.

Tiffany was relaxed in her tight, little pink bikini. By contrast, Erica’s body was covered by a white tshirt and shorts. It had been a while since she had bared her body at the beach. Having two kids left little time for the gym, which knocked her confidence down several notches.

“You don’t have to be so rigid, you know,” Tiffany said as their feet touched the hot sand.

Erica felt out of place. Tiffany, on the other hand, seemed right at home on the beach. Erica smiled self-consciously.

“First time at a nude beach, sorry,” Erica said playfully.

Tiffany laughed, “There’s actually a good reason why I wanted to bring you here.”

“I certainly hope so.”

“I wanted to tell you the real story behind my book,” Tiffany said candidly. “Obviously some stuff in the book was changed, or enhanced to make the story better. But the core storyline, and even the small details of the sex are true. Much truer than people expect.”

Erica’s attention peaked. “Oh.”

They walked along the shore near the ocean waves. Suddenly, all the nudity and the awkward feelings disappeared. All Erica could focus on was this beautiful, semi-naked, woman who was ready to tell her story.

“It happened a year ago,” Tiffany said. “This was in a resort, and I was working on behalf of High Heels, Red Lipstick. I was hired to be a model for a woman, about your age, who needed inspiration for her paintings. She is highly talented. An accomplished artist. She’s fairly well known, but for privacy reasons, I’m not going to disclose her name.”

Tiffany continued, “We spent the weekend together. Morning, afternoon, and night, she’d paint me. She’d make clay sculptures of my body. She made amazing art. It was a beautiful process.”

Waves hit their feet and there was a look of self-reflection on Tiffany’s face. It was a look that Erica found insanely irresistible.

She continued, “She liked seeing me in the trademark outfit; red lipstick and high heels. So there I was, naked on the beach, in nothing but my heels and provocative red lipstick. Anyone walking along that beach was treated to a delightful scene. I posed on the sand, played on the shore, and swam in the ocean for her.”

More waves crashed on their feet. At this point, Erica was transfixed by the story, and the person telling it. It felt like no one else existed at that point. Erica only had eyes for this young woman.

She continued, “One night, after painting the naked silhouette of me in the ocean with the moon behind me, I told her to get naked and follow me into the water. Of course, she laughed and refused, but I can be very convincing. She followed me in the water, naked, and that was the first time we made love.”

Erica felt her pussy clench upon hearing this. She had already read most of this in the book, but something about hearing it directly from the source, especially when the source was as beautiful and mesmerizing as Tiffany, caused Erica to shudder excitedly.

She continued, “That was her first experience with another woman. I taught her everything for the next few days. Everything.”

“Was that your first experience too?” Erica asked curiously.

Tiffany smiled and winked, “No, absolutely not. You don’t join a prestigious group like High Heels, Red Lipstick unless you’re a pro at eating pussy. And I adore eating a woman’s pussy.”

“What is that group, anyway?”

“Due to confidentiality, I won’t go into specifics. But you get the general understanding of it.”

Erica nodded. “Thanks for sharing this story with me.”

“No, thank you,” Tiffany insisted. “I love what you’ve done with my book so far. The reason I’m telling you all this is because I think we can add more to it. The notes you’ve made were right. It needs more details, and I want to give it everything I’ve got. And I just may have a way.”

“Are you free for the next few hours?”

“My daughter is out with friends and I have to pick up my son at 2 pm.”

Tiffany smiled, “Great, we’ll grab lunch and talk at my place. But until then, let’s do something crazy. Something absolutely wild.”

There was a gleam in Tiffany’s eyes, like she absolutely meant what she said. Like she had a plan for the moment, either impromptu or arranged. Nevertheless, there was a plan.

Without another word, Tiffany, still smiling, pulled the strings of her bikini top and flung it to the sand. Her bikini bottom was flung much the same way. In the blink of an eye, this free spirited young woman was completely naked on the beach. Her pink nipples pointing out freely, and her crotch looked freshly shaved. There wasn’t a single tan line on her body, which showed that she had done this plenty of times before.

“Come on!” Tiffany laughed, marching into the water, kicking the waves. “It’s a gorgeous day! Live a little!”

It was something crazy alright.

It was the craziest thing Erica had ever done, at least in her adult lifetime. For that moment in time, all her inhibitions were gone. She loved her life. But this was like a short little vacation to relieve herself of all the stresses and responsibilities that came with being a working mom.

Soothing sensations flowed through her skin as she swam naked in the ocean. The water flowed like a breeze through all her sensitive spots; across her breasts and nipples, between her legs, and through her bottom as she swam.

Most erotic of all, every so often Tiffany would pop out of the ocean water and do back strokes, her bare perky breasts pointing upwards to the sky. Hardened pink nipples from the cool water.

Erica’s recurring fantasy for other women was in full swing as they swam nude together, laughing and splashing water at each other. It made them both feel like sorority girls.

If not for hunger and pure exhaustion, they never would have left the water. They each seemed to admire the other’s nudity. And why wouldn’t they? They were both beautiful in their own way. Erica was beautiful as a mature, experienced and elegant woman. Tiffany was beautiful as a vision of youth.

The only downside was, at least for Erica, was that they’d have to be nude on the beach again. Public exhibitionism had never really been a fantasy for Erica, but this was kind of fun. She prayed with all her heart that no one would recognize her. She couldn’t have any of her friends, family, or people she worked with finding out.

With mixed feelings of fear and adrenaline, Erica emerged from the water.

They sat in the living room of Tiffany’s apartment. Their feet were resting on the nearby table, alongside food wrappers from the lunch they just had. Their hairstyles were utter messes from the earlier swimming, and had nearly dried in the warm weather. Their faces were bare and makeup free. An air of casualness surrounded them as they leaned back on the leather sofa.

For the last 20 minutes, Tiffany had been revealing more details, the best she could, to a recorder on Erica’s phone. They were the more nuanced details which weren’t originally in her first draft of the book. Details that were meant to add more intimacy to the novel.

Nothing was spared this time. Erica asked a few questions in between to elicit more comments from Tiffany. Comments which were enticing and titillating. Erica felt moisture between her legs and the need to pleasure herself. But of course, she kept those feelings in check to maintain her professionalism.

“I value your opinion,” Tiffany said, relieved to have finished. “Women like you are my target demographic.”

Erica pressed a button on the phone to turn off the recording, and sank deeper into the sofa.

“Isn’t it clear from the book?” Tiffany suggested rhetorically.

Erica softly gulped. “It is, actually. You write about your interest in older women so fiercely in your book.”

“And how does that make you feel?”

“My job is to assist you,” Erica said, stiffening up a little.

Tiffany giggled. “If your job is to assist me, then this is the assistance I want. Tell me how all this makes you feel? Is this just another gig to you? Does it disgust you? Does it make you wet? Does it make you dry?”

“How do you think it makes me feel?” Erica replied tersely, not sure where Tiffany was heading.

“I think it’s pretty obvious. But I want to hear you say it.”

Erica took a short breath. “Aroused.”

“I thought so. And I’m glad it does. At Red Lipstick, we primarily cater to older women such as yourself, who are usually far too busy with their lives to indulge their sexual side. We help them explore. We help them open up.”

“Sounds like you love what you do.”

Tiffany licked her lips. “I absolutely love it.”

“Care to explain that part? Maybe we can try to add it to your book.”

Tiffany looked pleased, thinking for a moment. “Let me put it like this; women like you learn to hide your sexual desires. To put on a facade in order to look the part. You have to be prim, proper…perfect. You need to be the good mother at home, and the ideal employee at work. As a result, your sexual side is either lost or severely repressed. Am I striking a nerve with you?”

“I’m proud of my life,” Erica said, trying to defend herself. “I’m proud of all my accomplishments as a woman and mother.”

“But are you sexually fulfilled? That’s the big question. You must have a few deep longings, don’t you?”

Erica bristled. “I won’t deny that.”

“Well, women like myself find pleasure in uncovering women like you. It’s such a gratifying thrill. It’s the same feeling men get when they go hunting. Except this is much more graceful, elegant, and feminine.”

Erica felt her toes curling while resting on the table. She crossed her legs and clenched them tight, trying and quench the feeling in her cunt. Never in her line of work had she felt so strangely aroused during a meeting. At that moment, Erica briefly thought of herself as being one of those soccer moms who needed uncovering.

“Oh…” Erica’s voice trailed off.

Tiffany smiled, “Strike a nerve?”

“Look, whatever you think I am, I…”

“Is this making you uncomfortable at all?” Tiffany asked, totally relentless in her brazen line of questioning.

Erica sat upright and tried to regain control of the situation. She prided herself on being professional, and the last thing she ever needed was rumors of her sexual indiscretions swirling around the publishing world.

“Tiffany, I know where you’re going with this but…”

“What’s the matter, afraid of living?”

“Then what?” Tiffany asked, like this was no big deal. “Afraid of another woman?”

Erica gave a slight pause. “I’m a plain woman. A plain, ordinary woman. Flirting with someone like you just isn’t something I should be doing.”

“Says society,” Erica said with an uncomfortable half-smile.

Tiffany inched forward. “You know what? Screw society.”

The kiss threw Erica totally off guard. It was warm, wet, soft, and it gave her a tingly feeling inside. It was everything a good kiss was supposed to be. They embraced tenderly.

Who knew that kissing another woman could be so much fun? It was Erica’s first lesbian kiss and she was glad that she was sharing it with Tiffany. She enjoyed it so much, in fact, that she stuck her tongue out. An action that was reciprocated, and their tongues massaged each other’s for a long moment.

But of course, all good things must come to an end, and Tiffany slowly pulled away. Their eyes continued to remain locked. There was an expression of triumph in Tiffany’s eyes.