Hecate was not in the habit of enjoying experiences. Experiences tended to make her alert and wary. She approached many of them with grim trepidation. Classes that included Mildred Hubble? Always an experience. Ms Tapioca's Sunday lunches? What an experience. Dimity's pilates classes? Quite an experience. Now she was reclining full length upside down on a sunlounger, having been persuaded to spread her legs somewhere other than a bed. She had rested on top of Ada before but this was a situation she hadn't envisaged. While apprehensive of this outlandish arrangement, Ada told her that she'd been missing out all these years and why not try something new? Hecate did not cope well with change but as Ada's hungry mouth firmly tended to the sweet spot, Hecate gave herself up to the experience. She gripped onto the frame as her cries of gratification intensified, heard the contented sounds of appreciation from her benefactor, rattled the metal frame as she felt the rough thrust of Ada's fingers, groaning in pleasure at the heady rush of sucking and lapping. She could see nothing and could sense everything. When the urgency had faded, she would consider her climax to be one of the most satisfying to date.
'You won't learn that in pilates' remarked Ada smugly afterwards.
Hecate opened her eyes, stunned into silence. This position seemed to befuddle her mind, not least the incredible tongue lashing she'd been treated to. An unfamiliar wave of delight misted through her, warming her skin in joy. Laughter spun through her, weaving through the fronds of winter sunlight. If anyone were to walk in to see them using the furniture in a most creative fashion, she would never live it down. Having an experience felt better with someone so reassuring. Just as well she had Ada to remind her of that.