She didn't know how she kept getting into these situations with Agatha, she really didn't. Geraldine kept her eyes closed as she realised that Agatha was right, not being in control could be liberating. Reclining face down on a sunlounger, with her knees resting on the arm rests while the other woman effortlessly commanded her attention with broad strokes of her tongue, felt awkward at first. Her benefactors' noises of appreciation was a big turn on. Geraldine had never seen the point of sex, considered it distracting and messy. Since engaging in this weekly hate fucks with Agatha, she now knew it to be true. And yet, there was a thrill to be had in these clandestine meetings. Her orderly life took on a violet edged hue, still in the shadows but satisfyingly so. She couldn't deny that Agatha's attentions made her reckless and it unnerved her.
Agatha was aware of the impact she had on the other woman. While she had initially judged her as an easy target to unravel, she had come to enjoy her company in a roundabout way. So much going on behind that blank gaze and regimented words. She also had to know if the carpet matched the drapes. It hadn't taken her long to find out. There was a pleasing compliance to Geraldine once she got started. Hadn't resisted when Agatha had roughly pushed her head down in between her thighs. Had lapped obligingly, taken direction impeccably. Agatha made her practice several times that hour, making her work until Geraldine had learned how to slide her tongue up and around each crevice, to suck clit to perfection. Having disarmed her with a blinding orgasm during the first seduction, Geraldine eagerly proved to be a diligent student. Agatha intended on putting those dexterous fingers to good use, gave herself the credit for putting a smile on that pinched face. At first Geraldine had gasped for air looking a little worried, knowing that her inexperience was not to her own standard of precise perfection. Agatha had reassured her that sex had no specific formula, no routine required. She had to learn to be spontaneous. Geraldine still had not mastered this. She needed Agatha to move her according to whim and she obeyed willingly. Now she came up for air with a smile, no matter how roughly Agatha had ridden her face. She felt exhilarated, revelling in her allotted hours of unordered equilibrium. Agatha was never cruel to her. She worked the spell science teacher hard to guarantee her own satisfaction but in turn, she always had a pillow ready for every position, always genuinely enjoyed making Geraldine come and made sure it was well earned.
Agatha had been waiting for her chance to indulge in the sight of Geraldine's soaked cunt ready and waiting for her, her bum pleasingly rounded. She could never get bored of such a sight. Had Geraldine been ready for the spanking that would follow? She'd never known such a thing existed. Was it the shock that made her wet? She didn't know how these things worked. Her nipples hardened every time Agatha lightly raked her back. When Agatha sunk two fingers into her, she groaned and shuddered with pleasure. Agatha never did things by halves. It had been a stressful week and she was going to fuck Geraldine so hard, she'd need to recover in a darkened room for a while. Both women shared a penchant for focusing on a goal and during their time together, were persistent in achieving peak gratification, health and safety be damned.
Gerladine climaxed with a guttural wail, gripping the metal frame, trembling on top of the other woman's body, face in the pillow, hips thrusting back and forth in abandon. Agatha took multitasking to another level and it was an experience Geraldine didn't know she wanted. But then she always could rely on Agatha to tell her what she wanted. She knew her best.
Agatha wiped her mouth and grinned. She wasn't going to let Geraldine rest for long. There was going to be a second course on that sunlounger.
Not bad for a wintery Thursday afternoon they both thought. Not bad at all.