Not practice, exactly, Amy considered. More like…guides on her journey of discovery.
She’d been pretty lucky in the girlfriend department. Her exes had all been bright, beautiful women and each of them had added a measure of joy and excitement to Amy’s life—no matter how temporarily each one remained. But though she’d been happy with most of these women, the relationships had always lacked something. The problem was, that something was always hard to identify. Now, however, on this boat, she felt she could identify it.
All of her exes had lacked Sallyness.
Again, she almost laughed, this time at her totally made up word, but it was true. Her exes had been lacking in Sallyness—at not being Sally. And Amy now knew that it had taken having all those exes for her to reach this point of discovery of what those women had been missing.
She felt Sally tighten her embrace ever so slightly around her as the boat rocked a smidge harder than normal after riding a swell.
“Mm,” Amy purred, loving how being in Sally’s arms was like being under the most fabulous comforter in bed.
“I got you,” Sally said.
Amy’s mind instantly went back to their first date, to just after Sally had made her come on the beach and her legs had been weak. Sally had tightened her embrace around her then too and said, “I got you.”
The memory instantly made her center start becoming wet and her clit to swell. She would have given anything for Sally to be able to fuck her right here on the boat but it wasn’t a huge boat and there were too many people on it. Oh well. They’d be back at the hotel soon enough.
***
They started making out in the elevator ride up to the eleventh floor. Fortunately, they had the car to themselves and even before the elevator doors had completely shut down in the lobby, Amy had Sally pressed against the wall of the lift and they were kissing each other with passion and lust and moans and roaming hands.
When the elevator reached eleven and the doors opened, they stumbled out, hardly breaking their lip lock as they did.
The first thing Amy noticed was how quiet it was on the floor. After being out in the noise of San Francisco, it was as quiet as an empty church up here on eleven. It was only just past ten o’clock but it was also a weeknight and so maybe that explained it. Whatever the reason, Amy decided she wanted to be naughty.
Still kissing Sally, she pushed her girlfriend backwards until Sally’s ass bumped up against a console table the hotel had in the elevator bank (like most hotels do for no apparent reason). Amy quickly unfastened Sally’s coat and got it off her in a flash, letting it fall off her shoulders and arms and onto the floor. This revealed Sally’s tight-fitting crewneck pullover sweater, the bottom of which Amy started pulling up until Sally’s bra was revealed, two very hard nipples looking as if they were going to poke right through the lace fabric of the cups. Amy hurriedly pulled aside one of those cups to free a nipple which was then sucked into her mouth and bitten gently.
“Mm…” Sally moaned softly, gripping Amy’s head. “Oh my god…”
Amy sucked harder, interspersing more bites with soft swirls of her tongue around the hard bud.
“Amy…” Sally mewled.
Amy released the breast and looked up at Sally. She lifted Sally’s denim maxi skirt until the fabric was bunched up at Sally’s waist.
“Get on the table” Amy whispered, and without any objection, Sally hoisted herself up until she was sitting on the sturdy piece of furniture.
Kneeling before it, Amy spread Sally’s legs apart and looked at the brown tights her girlfriend had worn to help ward off the San Francisco nighttime chill. Just beyond that fabric was the prize and Amy wanted to reach it. Quickly.
“We’re even,” Amy murmured and then rrrrripppp! She tore open the crotch of Sally’s tights viciously, pulled aside Sally’s nude panties that were already showing a damp spot and clamped her mouth on Sally’s engorged clit.
“Oh shit!” Sally squawked, obviously trying to stay quiet. “Fuck, Amy, yes!”
That intoxicating tang of Sally’s pussy tickled Amy’s tongue as she slavishly bathed Sally’s sex with it, right there in the elevator bank of the eleventh floor. Despite all the sexual sensations her body was flooded with, Amy still kept her ears attuned for danger: the ding announcing another elevator arriving on eleven, perhaps; or the sound of a room door opening and closing somewhere else on this level.
Up Amy’s tongue went to circle her girlfriend’s electrified clit. Down her tongue went to part the pink lips and lap up Sally’s juices. Back up to the clit for a few determined swipes. Back down to the warm and wet opening to poke inside and explore.
When she went back up to the clit, Sally grunted and expelled a breath she had evidently been holding.
“Oh fuck, Amy! Don’t stop! I’m gonna come!”
The words came out strangled, with effort, but Amy heard them clearly and then…
Sally gasped as her pussy came alive against Amy’s mouth, throbbing, convulsing, pushing out that nectar Amy craved and which she now licked up and swallowed.
Just in time too.
They heard a door open and then quickly shut somewhere on the floor, the sounds practically echoing in the stillness, and then voices. A man and a woman.