Chapter 11
Franky had organised accommodation at a private, self-contained cottage. The website she had booked through boasted that the cottage ensured privacy and relaxation. It was hidden within acres of forested gardens, with natural waterfalls and streams flowing nearby. In the gardened courtyard there was an outdoor spa bath and a wood fire. Inside, the internal walls featured knotty cypress pine and there was heated slate floors. The four poster king size bed was seriously impressive and there was another spa bath in the ensuite. Franky felt like a rockstar of romance for bringing Erica there.
After the strenuous hike up the 1000 Steps both women were in need of a shower. Franky would have loved for them to shower together but she knew what that would lead to. She wanted to take Erica out to dinner before they got caught up with other pursuits. She showered first while Erica unpacked and explored the cottage. When she was done, Franky got dressed in her skinny jeans and shirt and applied some make up.
Franky was able to relax on the oversized sofa and have a glass of wine when Erica took her turn. The blonde spent nearly an hour getting ready. After a long shower she moisturised her body to make her skin soft to touch, before putting on the deep blue bra top dress she had brought to wear out. It came to mid-thigh and hugged her curves, the built in bra provided some lace at the top but more importantly pushed upwards to give her ample cleavage. It made her look incredibly sexy, like a lingerie model. It was a dress she had bought months ago but this was her first opportunity to wear it. She had taken her time over her makeup; enough for sophistication but not to look overdone. She looked great and had made a finishing touch before heading out of the bedroom to meet Franky. On impulse she removed her panties, a sign of the added bit of naughtiness that being with Franky brought out in her.
The closest town to the cottage was ten minutes’ drive away. They called a taxi to take them there. They found a simple restaurant, got a table in a dark corner and had a glass of champagne each. Franky put her hand on Erica’s thigh under the table and Erica stared at the menu, trying to focus. They ate salmon fillets with wild mushrooms and green salad, and had a bottle of sauvignon blanc. Erica’s hands trembled slightly as she tried to cut up the food. Every time Franky touched her under the table she found it difficult to focus.
“Has it ever been like this for you?” Franky asked, and Erica shook her head.
Franky asked about her ex-fiance and Erica stared at her for a moment. “It’s hard to talk about,” she said. Franky waited. If she had left her whole world for Erica, she was going to have to at least talk about her past relationships.
“I was with him for ten years. Engaged for six,” Erica said then.
“Tough break up then?”
“I know it was for the best and I’m glad I broke it off,” Erica took a deep breath. “I just felt awful for leading him on for so long. For wasting ten years of his life. And my life.”
Franky didn’t say anything, she just nodded in understanding.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t be talking about tough breakups,” Erica continued. “After everything you’ve just been through.”
“It’s ok, I can handle it.” Franky drank some more wine and signalled to the waiter. “Can we have another bottle please, mate?”
The fresh bottle arrived, the waiter poured two glasses and both women took a sip. Franky took Erica’s hand across the table. “Did you love him?”
“Yes, for a time. But not like this,” Erica said. Franky brushed the back of her fingers across Erica’s cheek. In a way she was jealous of Erica’s ex, that he had spent so much more time with Erica than she had.
“Have you been with a lot of other women?” Erica asked.
“When I’m with you, I know there’s been no one,” Franky replied. It was heartfelt comment, but Erica knew that it was also Franky’s way of admitting there had been lots of other women.
“Why me?” Erica asked.
Franky looked lost in thought. “How could it not be you?” she asked at last.
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Following dinner, Franky and Erica took a taxi back to the cottage. The heated floors ensured that it was nice and warm inside. Franky turned on the gas log fire and they took a seat on the sofa with glasses of whiskey. By then the alcohol had gone to both women’s heads and the conversation was getting a lot more risqué. The topic still centred around past relationships, but Franky was now more interested in hearing about Erica’s sexual history.
“Have you been with a woman before? Besides me, of course.”
Erica was in the middle of taking a sip when Franky asked the question. She almost choked on the whiskey. “Franky!”
“What?” Franky asked with mock incredulity. “You asked me how many women I’ve been with. Same diff.”
Erica laughed. “Ok, fine. Yes I have.”
Franky's eyes lit up gleefully. “How many?”
“Franky, stop.”
“Tell me.”
“Just one.”
Franky raised her eyebrows. “When was this?”
Erica took a moment to think. “About twelve months ago. It was just a one night thing. A woman that I met at a fundraising event. I haven’t seen her since.”
Franky shuffled closer to Erica on the sofa so their knees were touching. “She seduced you?”
“Yes.”
“And you wanted her?”
“Yes … but not like I want you.” That elicited a sly grin from Franky.
“Tell me what you did with her.”
Erica took another sip from her whiskey. She was settling in to the conversation now, seeing no reason not to answer Franky’s questions. “She took me to her place and we went down on each other.”
Franky leaned forward and placed her hands on Erica’s knees. “Did she fuck you?”
Erica swallowed, and shook her head. Her breaths were ever-so-slightly getting shorter.
“Did you want her to?” Franky’s hands rubbed Erica’s thighs, pushing her dress up. Erica parted her legs slightly.
“Yes … but she never asked …”
“I don’t want any more inhibitions from you,” Franky interjected. She leaned closer to Erica, their faces inches apart. Her hands slid to the top of Erica’s thighs. “Just like how you didn’t wear any underwear tonight … you like being naughty don’t you?” Erica whimpered an agreement and reached out to kiss Franky, her control leaving her, pulse racing as she tried to hold onto Franky and find her mouth. But Franky backed away and stood up, then pulled Erica up to stand. She moved behind the blonde, stroking her arms as she walked her to the bedroom.
“I’ve been with plenty of women over the years,” she said. “I’ve learnt a lot about pleasure and sensuality,” she paused to kiss the back of Erica’s neck. “And one thing I know is that the strength of an orgasm is related to the amount of time someone has been in a state of arousal. The longer you wait for it, the better it will be.” She laid Erica down on the bed then walked over to her bag and opened it. She produced a pair of handcuffs. “All you need is to exercise some restraint.”
Franky walked back to the bed and climbed onto it so she was straddling Erica. She guided one of Erica’s wrists into a handcuff, the metallic latch closing around it. She then hooked the chain around the bed head and secured the other wrist in a cuff. There was almost a meter of slack on them so it wasn’t uncomfortable for Erica but it still put her hands out of action. “I think I’m going to let you keep this sexy little dress on,” Franky rasped in Erica’s ear then ran her nails up the sides of her thighs to catch the hem of the dress and pull it upwards, bunching it up at her waistline, exposing everything below it.
“I’ve learnt how to prolong arousal,” Franky continued, “how to find someone’s erogenous areas.” She trailed a nails down the side of Erica’s neck causing her to shiver. “Anywhere from the neck,” she kissed Erica’s throat, “to the most sensitive areas of the body.”
Franky moved her hand down and ran the tip of her finger gently through Erica’s folds, picking up moisture, and moving up to circle her clit. “And where your body would feels my touch, it will also soon feel my mouth.”
Franky’s finger slid down again to become coated with Erica’s wetness. Erica bit her lip as it traced her clit. Franky pulled her finger up to Erica’s mouth, running it like lipstick along her lips before she brought their mouths together, the taste of Erica intermingled with their kiss. For the first time that night Erica’s hunger for Franky was met with encouragement from Franky’s mouth, allowing their tongues to meet, responding to Erica’s desperation.
When Franky broke the kiss there was genuine desire in her eyes, panting coming from her mouth. She pulled the straps of Erica’s dress down over her shoulders, making the cups fall to expose her breasts. Franky’s hands cupped them; her fingers dancing around Erica’s nipples. She leant into Erica’s ear, continuing to tickle her breasts while never touching her aching nipples.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” Franky said. “I’ve been resisting the urge to fuck you since we first got into the car.” Her fingers finally found Erica’s nipples, still the lightest of touches on them. From the back of Erica’s throat came a soft cry through her erratic breathing. “You’ve been thinking about it too, haven’t you?”
“Y-yes.”
“What were you thinking?” Franky’s face went down to Erica’s nipple and she closed her lips around it.
“Oh God… I don’t know… I just want you so bad,” Erica could no longer form coherent sentences. Franky’s mouth released her nipple.
“You can have me,” Franky said. “But not tonight. Tonight is about your body and I know what it wants.” Franky climbed off the bed to remove her shirt and her jeans. Erica watched intently, panting in anticipation of what was to come. As Franky removed her simple black bra and knickers, Erica marvelled at the firmness of her lover’s body and the exquisite fullness of her breasts. Once she was fully undressed Franky returned to the bed and guided Erica to roll over so she was on her hands and knees, her wrists still handcuffed to the bedhead.
“Are you comfortable?” Franky stroked a butt cheek. Erica nodded breathlessly. Soon she felt Franky’s nails on her, starting at her ankles, stroking upwards over her calves to tease the backs of her knees. Franky planted a soft kiss on one before her tongue traced the rest of the way up Erica’s thigh. When her face became tantalisingly close to Erica’s centre she used her hand to trace up the other thigh.
She ran her tongue along one of Erica’s butt cheeks, licking and then softly and playfully biting on it. She placed her hands on the insides of Erica’s thighs and pushed on them, forcing Erica to spread her legs wider apart. Franky had the access she needed to run her tongue through Erica’s folds. When she reached Erica’s clit, the blonde squealed in ecstasy.
Franky moved her tongue in slow strokes along Erica’s sex, her tongue always hitting Erica’s clit but also pushing against her wet entrance, applying pressure almost to the point of penetration. The anticipation had put Erica on the brink of orgasm and Franky could tell it was building with every movement of her tongue. She stopped suddenly.
“Please don’t stop…just please don’t stop I’m so close…” Erica craned her head to look around but Franky grabbed hold of her hips and roughly flipped her onto her back. Franky lay on top of Erica and kissed her deeply. Erica whimpered as she explored Franky’s mouth desperately with her lips and tongue.
“Tell me you wanna be fucked,” Franky had released Erica’s mouth and her hand had gone down to her sex. Her fingers came back up to Erica’s mouth and the blonde sucked on them greedily. “Tell me,” Franky repeated. Her green eyes had a wicked glint as she waited for Erica to say what she wanted to hear.
“I want… I want to be fucked… I want you to fuck me.” The urge to have Franky inside her had hit Erica hard and she would say anything to be satisfied.
Franky leapt off the bed and returned to her bag, producing what Erica knew she would, a rubber dildo and a harness. Erica stared longingly at the strap-on as Franky stepped into it and fastened it to her waist. She looked incredibly hot, increasing Erica’s desire and anticipation.
“Please fuck me…” it was barely above a whisper but Franky responded urgently to Erica’s words.
She rushed back to the bed and crawled on top of her lover. Erica spread her legs to invite Franky in and then wrapped them around her waist. Franky leant down to kiss Erica again and to deliver one last message. “This is going to feel so fucking good.” Erica believed her.
Franky shifted into position and pushed the tip of the dildo against Erica’s centre. Erica was so wet that Franky was met with little resistance, the head being taken easily. Erica gasped as she felt it move deeper and begin to fill her up. Franky moved slowly at first but Erica urged her on with her legs, pulling her closer even though it was getting tighter.
Franky withdrew and then pumped inwards again, pushing deeper still. Erica moaned with every thrust of the dildo, loving the feel of every inch. Franky pumped again and this time she got it to the hilt. Erica was panting feverishly, wanting to feel its length over and over again. Franky looked down at Erica’s face, contorted in pleasure, and then moved a thumb to her clit.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck that feels good,’ Erica’s voice was piercing, begging for more. Franky toyed with her clit as she began to move the dildo in and out, almost removing it completely and then pushing all the way in again. Erica was moaning through heavy breaths. She needed more, for Franky to fuck her faster but Franky kept an even pace, wanting Erica’s orgasm to develop slowly.
Erica managed to use the slack of the handcuff chain to prop herself on her elbows so she could see the strap-on move in and out of her. She moaned with each inch she took, incredibly turned on by seeing the length of the dildo disappearing into her folds. Franky grabbed Erica’s face and pushed a thumb into her mouth, allowing her to suck on it while she glared at her beautiful face.
“Is this what you wanted?” Franky rasped, her voice trembling ever so slightly.
“God…yes…I want you so bad…oh fuck you’re going to make me come so hard.” Franky delighted at hearing Erica speak like that. Totally free of inhibitions. She thrust deep again and held it, a quivering sigh escaping Erica’s mouth. She leant over to kiss Erica’s breast; her hand squeezing the curve of it and bringing the nipple to her mouth. It pushed Erica to the edge.
“Uhhhhhhhh….fuck….yes…” Erica cried out. Franky moved her hips, working the strap-on in and out as she licked and sucked on Erica’s breasts. And then it happened, Franky couldn’t prolong it any further. Erica lay back on the bed, sucked in all her breath and held it. Her eyes closed and her back arched; pressing her breasts further into Franky’s soft mouth. She dug her heels into Franky’s back and got every centimetre possible of the strap-on into herself. A shockwave hit her entire body and it erupted out of her mouth in a wail.
“Uhhhhhh I’m coming, uhhhhhhhh” Franky pumped deeply one last time to hold the dildo inside Erica. She felt Erica pulsate around it and her body buck on it. It felt like it lasted forever, all the pent up lust making the orgasm plateau as Erica continued to convulse from the power of it.
“Oh my god, that feels so good,” Erica moaned. Wave after wave hit her before it finally subsided. Franky released her breasts, kneeling up to slide the strap-on out of Erica. She stared at the blonde, slightly panting, her lips glistening.
“You have no idea how beautiful you look when I make you come,” Franky said. Erica looked up at her. She wanted to ask her to uncuff her so she could explore her body like she had done hers. Erica would have done anything Franky had wanted. But in that moment she was utterly spent and could only hold Franky’s stare. Franky was totally content. She could see in Erica’s eyes all that she was feeling. They were as one.