CHAPTER 29
“I had fun tonight,” Elisa said. “Your friends are great. There are a lot of them, but they’re all nice.”
“Like I said, they’re not all my friends; more friends of friends, really.”
“They all seemed interested in getting to know me and didn’t seem like friends of friends to me,” Elisa replied, taking Myra’s hand as they walked toward Elisa’s house.
“They’re nice.”
“You have a problem realizing that people actually like hanging out with you, don’t you?” Elisa asked.
“What? No.”
“Babe, you’ve told me at least five times just tonight that they’re friends of friends or friends with Mel, really, and you just happen to be friends with her, too.” Elisa pulled out her keys. “They’re your friends, and they might just become my friends at some point.”
“Oh, yeah?” Myra teased.
“Yes. Linden and Asher asked us to double-date with them soon, and Bridgette and Monica wanted to grab lunch or something. I may have accepted on our behalf.”
“You did, huh?”
Elisa unlocked the door and pushed it open. Buster immediately jumped up in excitement, his tail wagging wildly behind him.
“Hi, buddy,” Elisa said as she let Myra walk in behind her. “I know. I know.” She knelt down and rubbed his ears. “I’m home. We can go outside now.”
“Want me to take him?”
“No, I’ve got him. You can go home and get something, if you want.”
“Pack a bag for tonight?” she asked .
“Yes, but that’s not what I meant,” Elisa said, looking up at Myra while she continued to give Buster attention.
“Oh,” Myra said when she realized what Elisa meant. “Tonight?”
“You wanted to.”
“Yeah, but we don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do.”
“Who said I didn’t want to do it? I told you earlier that I did.”
“I was inside you then.”
“And your fingers are just so magical, they can convince me to do something I don’t want to do with you?” Elisa teased.
Myra rolled her eyes and asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Elisa replied as she chuckled. “Go. Get it.”
“Well, okay,” she said.
“Wait.”
Myra had already turned around, but she stopped and looked back at Elisa.
“Yes?”
“Can you… maybe wear it?”
“That’s the plan, baby.”
“No, I mean… Can you wear it over here? Like, put it on before you come back?”
Myra lifted an eyebrow, nodded, and said, “You might just be my dream girl, Elisa Benedetti.”
Elisa smiled and stood up, walking Buster to the back, likely to let him outside in the backyard instead of taking him for a walk, so Myra wasted no time and hurried to her own house.
She literally jogged and then bobbled her house keys out of anxiousness because she was about to put on her strap-on and use it with Elisa.
After her divorce, she had bought a whole new setup, not wanting to use anything on another woman that she’d used with her ex-wife, but she hadn’t had a reason to use it.
She had planned to go out night after night to find women to bring back home, just like she’d done prior to getting married, but no matter how many times she had planned to go, she never had.
Yes, she had sat at a bar with a drink, but she had never brought another woman home and hadn’t ever used what she was currently pulling out of her drawer.
Changing quickly, she checked herself in the mirror and then cupped herself, wondering if Elisa would do that to her, too.
The thought had her wet immediately, and she unzipped her jeans, pulled out the flesh-toned dildo, and rubbed it back and forth.
Closing her eyes, Myra pictured Elisa kneeling in front of her and taking the dildo into her mouth, getting her off just by sucking it, despite the fact that Myra couldn’t actually feel anything.
A few seconds later, she had to force her eyes to open because if she didn’t stop now, she would come before she left her house.
She wouldn’t ask Elisa to suck on her tonight.
That would probably be too much too soon.
But she wanted to. Myra hoped that they could get there one day because she loved wearing a strap-on and watching a woman suck her.
It was something that she had always enjoyed and knew that some women didn’t, but it was unbelievably sexy to her.
It had been so long since anyone had done that to her, and she wanted Elisa to.
Not tonight, though. She wouldn’t ask her tonight.
“God,” she said to herself.
She finished dressing, grabbed stuff for her overnight bag, and left the house.
Too excited not to hurry back to Elisa’s house, she jogged again, and the front door was unlocked, so she opened it and walked inside.
Not finding Elisa there, she locked the door and headed toward the back of the house, where Elisa stood at the counter, facing Myra.
“Where’s Buster?”
“I gave him a toy and a bone. He’s in the backyard, enjoying himself. He loves to be outside.”
Elisa’s eyes lowered to the bulge in Myra’s jeans.
“So, we have some time?” Myra asked.
Elisa nodded and replied, “Yes.” Her eyes remained on Myra’s jeans. “You look hot.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes,” Elisa said in a huskier tone than a moment before .
“What do you want?” Myra asked, dropping her bag on the floor.
“You.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Whatever you want,” Elisa said. “I want you to take control. Is that okay? I loved how you did that before.”
Myra nodded and walked over to her. She reached for one of Elisa’s hands, which had been holding on to the counter behind her as if she needed to hold it up, and moved the hand to her crotch, letting Elisa cup her.
“You want this?” she asked.
“God, yes,” Elisa replied.
Myra felt Elisa’s hand squeeze her and closed her eyes.
“Unzip me.”
Elisa unbuttoned and unzipped Myra’s jeans.
“Touch me now.”
Elisa moved her hand inside the jeans and stroked.
“Oh, fuck,” Myra let out as she looked down and saw Elisa’s hand moving inside her pants, stroking the dildo.
“Does that feel good for you?”
“Yes,” Myra said. “You have no idea.”
“But you can’t actually feel it.”
“I can feel everything,” she said, not meaning it literally, of course, but in the way that she hoped conveyed that this was exactly what she wanted.
“Can you feel it if someone…” Elisa swallowed.
“If someone what?” she asked, wanting so much to put her own hand inside her pants and stroke her clit.
“If someone puts their mouth on it.”
Myra looked up and met Elisa’s eyes.
“Sorry. Never mind. I didn’t–” Elisa stopped.
“Yes, I can feel that. Not in the same way a guy can, obviously, but it means something different, too.”
“It does?” Elisa asked, sounding curious.
“With me, at least. It’s something I like, but I don’t want to ask for.”
“Why not? ”
“Because I don’t want to be like a guy who just wants a blow job.”
Elisa laughed.
“And you just had a man in your life, who didn’t exactly–”
“Hey,” Elisa cut her off, getting serious now. “You are not him, and me wanting you to wear this has nothing to do with him or the fact that I’ve only been with a man other than you.” She ran her free hand between Myra’s breasts over her shirt. “Not even close. I want to give you what you want.”
“Another time,” Myra replied.
“No, baby. I want to give it to you now. I want to make you feel good.”
“You don’t–”
“Have to? I know. I want to. God, I want to watch you while I do that. Do you touch yourself?”
“Yes.”
Elisa looked back down then and pulled the dildo out of Myra’s jeans.
“Is it too big? It’s the only one I have, but we can buy a different one and try another night,” Myra said quickly.
“Stop. It’s perfect. And I want this. I want all of this,” Elisa replied and knelt down.
“Oh. Now?” Myra asked, very surprised. “We’re in the kitchen.”
“Uh-huh.”
Elisa ran her hand up and down the dildo.
“And the floor is…” Myra watched as Elisa licked the tip. “Hard.”
“Yes, it is,” Elisa said before licking again.
“God, Elisa.”
“Put your hand in your pants,” Elisa told her.
“I thought I was in control.” Myra chuckled.
“Then, take control,” Elisa replied, looking up at her with darkened eyes, telling Myra that she meant it with that look.
“Lick me again.”
When Elisa did, Myra slipped her hand inside her pants and into her folds. She was already so wet. Watching Elisa get down on her knees for her had done something to her.
“Take me deep.”
Elisa smirked up at her, opened her mouth, and moved it over the dildo, sucking her into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Myra said, stroking her clit hard and fast.
Elisa’s head bobbed back and forth over the dildo, wetting it as she went.
Myra put her free hand on the back of her head but didn’t apply any pressure.
She just wanted to feel it move. She forced herself to keep her eyes open because the building orgasm wanted her to close them, but she wanted to watch this.
“I never…” she said, trying to finish the sentence, but she couldn’t because Elisa’s hands were running up and down her thighs, moving to the inside of them, feeling so perfect as Myra felt herself climbing.
Elisa moaned before she pulled her mouth back, and her hand stroked Myra again as she licked her lips and then the tip of the dildo while she stoked her rapidly.
“I’m going to come.”
Elisa’s mouth got back to work, and Myra came so hard, she nearly toppled over. The orgasm rushed through her, and since she hadn’t put on any underwear beneath the harness, she soaked her jeans straight through. Before she could come down all the way, she stepped back from Elisa.
“Can you stand up?” she asked.
Elisa stood, and Myra reached for the button and zipper on Elisa’s jeans, almost wishing Elisa had worn a dress that night.
She shoved the jeans down past Elisa’s thighs, turned her around to grip the kitchen table, and then practically tore at the white cotton panties until they were around her right ankle.
“Spread your legs, baby,” she said.
Elisa did, and Myra lightly tapped her ass. She ran her hands over both cheeks, feeling the incredible softness, and then pressed lightly on Elisa’s lower back.
“Is this okay?” she asked .
“Yes,” Elisa said and lowered her upper body over the table. “It’s what I want.”
“Shit. I didn’t bring any lube,” Myra admonished herself and grunted in frustration.
“I don’t need it,” Elisa replied. “Touch me.”
Myra took a step into her and ran a hand between Elisa’s legs.
“Oh, God. You’re soaked.”
“And ready,” Elisa added. “Please.”
Myra smirked because this was a definite fantasy of hers, and Elisa was acting as if she’d known that all along.
When Myra held the dildo in her hand and ran it between Elisa’s legs, Elisa gasped, causing Myra to moan at just the sound.
Then, without preamble, Myra entered her, pushing the dildo inside, past the tip, and all the way into Elisa’s depths.
“Oh,” Elisa said. “Yes,” she added in a hiss.
Myra canted her hips forward in a test to see how Elisa would react, and when Elisa gripped the other side of the table, she did it again. Elisa moaned, so Myra repeated the action.
“Okay?”
“Yes,” Elisa said. “You can go faster.”
“What if I want to take you slowly?”
“Do you?”
“No. I want to fuck you hard,” she answered honestly and ran her hand over Elisa’s ass.
“I have dreamed of a woman fucking me like this for years. I’ve never had this. Take me, Myra. Please just–”
Myra gripped her hips and thrust over and over, moving harder and faster until Elisa was calling her name, screaming it in the kitchen while Buster played with a toy outside. When Elisa came down minutes later, Myra stayed inside her but moved slowly, wanting to see if Elisa needed another one.
“God, that was just what I wanted,” Elisa told her.
Myra pulled out slowly and stood back a bit, letting Elisa stand up and turn to face her.
“Upstairs?” Elisa asked as she looked down at the dildo standing tall between Myra’s legs .
Myra leaned in and kissed her.
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The following morning, Elisa made her need known.
“Is it okay?” she asked as she watched Myra putting the harness back on.
“Of course, it’s okay.”
“I still want your fingers, too. I don’t want you to think that I only want this now that we’re doing it,” Elisa added.
“I know,” Myra replied and climbed back on top of her. “And this is really, really good by me. I love being on top of you and having both of my hands free while I’m inside you.” Myra kissed her slowly. “Put me inside, babe.”
Elisa’s hand moved between them and found the dildo they’d used twice the night before. She moved it to her own entrance, pushing it in past the tip, and Myra moved her hips then, entering her the rest of the way before she began rocking her hips.
“You just feel so good,” Elisa said. “And I love having you on top of me, moving like this.”
“I love it, too. And in case I wasn’t clear, I am happy to help you act out every single fantasy you’ve ever had.”
“Oh, yeah?” Elisa asked as she pressed Myra’s ass down into her hard.
“Definitely.”
“What if one of my fantasies is to be on top of you right now?”
“I’d say I’m happy to roll over and watch you take me inside you.”
Elisa nodded, so Myra rolled them over until Elisa was straddling her thighs and rocking against the toy.
“God, you’re so sexy, baby.” Myra gripped Elisa’s hips, feeling them move as the muscles tightened.
“I love this,” Elisa said. “Moving slowly.”
“Move as slowly as you want. You’ll make me come.”
“You’ll come from this? ”
“You’re pressing down into my clit, babe.”
Elisa looked down as if she hadn’t thought of that.
“Do you want me to go fast?”
“No,” she replied softly. “I don’t need to go fast to get off. It’s not about that. It’s about us coming together because we both make each other feel good.”
“Yeah, I want that,” Elisa said and closed her eyes.
Myra watched her move for a minute before she sat up and sucked a nipple into her mouth. Elisa moaned and held her head in place. When they came together, they both yelled so loudly; Myra wondered if Elisa’s other neighbor could hear them, but she didn’t really care.
“Oh, my God! Mom!”
Myra’s eyes shot open. She looked over Elisa’s shoulder and saw her son, Archie, standing there, mouth gaping open and his hand on the door, which they had closed the night before to keep Buster out. They hadn’t locked it, though, because there hadn’t been any reason to.
“Archie? What are you doing here?” Elisa asked loudly.
Myra held on to her because if Elisa moved at all, her son would see not only his mother’s naked body from behind but Myra’s front, too, as well as the dildo that was still inside his mom.
“Fuck! Mom, what the actual fuck?” He closed his eyes and slammed the door behind him.