Shades of Us

Sheri just left and here I sit with with my laptop on my lap, wine in my belly, and a big stupid grin on my face.

I know the grin on Sheri's face is equally as big as mine.

It started earlier in the week when Sheri said she bought the book everyone's raving about, 50 Shades of Grey.  I've heard about it.  A friend of mine read it and give it a pretty scathing review (and re-titled it 50 Shades of Crap).  I was apprehensive about buying it and was vaguely aware of what the content was about but Sheri's interest was piqued so she bought the book for her Kindle.  Not to be outdone, and really out of curiosity to see what all the hubba-baloo was about, I purchased it as well and finished the book late last night.

This is not a book review, I promise.  It's so much more.

It wasn't expertly written.  In fact, it stated it was the author's first attempt at a novel so I do commend her for tackling such a taboo subject.  If not for anything else, Sheri and I had a few eyebrow raising moments where we thought We could try that.

We would be reading the book and she'd be a few chapters ahead and tease me about what was coming up next.  Then I'd read past her and she'd pester me to try and give something away.  But we always would text about a certain part of the book and giggle like school girls.  She's been prodding me, no pun intended, about purchasing some other toys mentioned in the book and I thought at the very least it'd be fun to try something new.

When she arrived early this morning we piled into her car to set out on our day of shopping.  Some pillows here, some glass vases there, some riding crops elsewhere.  We parked in the parking lot of the Adult Emporium and we walked into the spacious, brightly lit, and overall cheerful store full of adult toys and novelty items.  I made a beeline for the wall of shoes, joking with Sheri that we should buy me some stripper heels. 

That's when I saw him.

"Sheri!" I hissed. "I know him! He's our mailman at work!  We have to leave, we have to leave now!"  I flushed scarlet and ducked behind a conveniently located metal beam so he wouldn't see me.

She had a huge smile spread across her face and I saw the devil dancing behind her eyes.  "Ohh no...we're not leaving.  Just go say hi!"  She said, smiling even bigger.

"Nooooo!  Please, we have to leave.  We can go to Target and come back in like twenty minutes.  Please.  I see him every day.  We have to leave."  I was very careful not to let me voice rise above a harsh whisper to avoid calling attention to us.

 The last thing I needed was for him to have to see me every single day and think I know what you like to do.   I didn't want to embarrass him either.  I'm sure he would appreciate to think his indiscretions are remaining private.

Much to my dismay Sheri sat down on this couch that was facing the shoe wall.  She crossed one leg over her knee and leaned back and made it quite clear that she was enjoying watching me squirm.  The store attendant started to drift in our direction and asked if we needed any help. 

"Oh, no, we're fine," I smiled anxiously.  I pointed to the mailman "I know that man over there and I'm trying to hide!" 

The attendant nodded understandingly and retreated back behind the register.  I hid behind the beam peaking out periodically to see where he was located.  Seriously, how long does it take to pick out a porn?  And more importantly, you can find a video of anything for free on the internet, why the hell was he buying it?

He had turned his back to us to go deeper into the store and I took that moment to dash to the other side and hide behind a display of Bachelorette Party novelty items.  Every few minutes I'd send Sheri over to check where he was located to see if I had to move.  Here I was, a grown woman, ducking behind penis straws. 

After a painfully long time waiting, and I'm talking like nearly 15 minutes, Sheri quickly waved me over to the aisle that contained the whips, paddles, and riding crops.  She motioned he was finally moving towards the checkout so I bolted down that aisle and hid behind another display containing the section of gay videos.

After the mailman FINALLY left, the attendant was nice enough to saunter over with a crooked grin to let us know he was gone.  We thanked him and we were able to shop somewhat in peace.  Every time I heard the front door open and saw movement out of the corner of my eye I'd jump and expect to see him again or someone else I knew.

We settled on a leather tipped riding crop and something else that we read in the book, what that is I'm not telling!  I have to keep some things a secret.

When we got home we immediately dove into bed.  We kissed deeply as I instructed her to lightly use the crop until my skin was used to it.  I emphasized the need for one smack on alternating sides.  Sheri has this horrible habit of smacking one cheek over and over again until I'm howling and trying to wiggle away from her.  She made small enticing circles on my skin before taking a tentative swat and I was pleased to find that it did not hurt at all.  In fact, I asked her to go a little harder.  The leather bit my skin and left a tingling sensation that was exhilarating and completely arousing.  She was very pleased with herself and turned my ass a nice shade of pink. 

I instructed her on to her back and went into my kitchen to retrieve the can of whipped cream.  I used her body as a canvas to make my own smiley face as I lightly licked her clean.  Trust me, I wish that we could be that smooth but as always with us there is some mishap.  As I leaned forward to kiss her with some whipped cream still in my mouth my left arm gave out and I landed on top of her, smearing the whipped cream onto me and onto my sheets.  What was supposed to be an erotic moment started to turn into a sticky mess.

After I cleaned her off with my tongue she instructed me onto my back and devoured me until my back was arched and my fingers tugging at her hair.  I had to collect my thoughts for a second and then beckoned her onto her back.  With our toy on, I entered her slowly and watched as she closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling.  Methodically, I moved and swivelled my hips and it didn't take long to work her up.  She flipped me onto my back and within a minute was bearing down on me and had one of the most delicious sounding orgasms I've ever heard her have.  When she collapsed on top of me unable to move I took advantage of that moment and gave her little bites up and down her neck and her shoulder. 

"I want to try the kitchen table," she said when her breathing regulated.  I eyed her speculatively and I was inclined to say no but I figured we did some things today outside of our normal realm, why not add that to this list?

For ease and sanitary reasons we laid a towel across my table.  When I walked into the kitchen she was sitting in one of the chairs with elbows on the table and her head propped up by her hands.  She looked like a little kid waiting for her ice cream.  I scooted onto the table and she pushed me down onto my back and once again worked her magic with her tongue.  Because of the angle and the fact that she had so much room to work with she was able to use both hands for extra stimulation and I had one of the most intense and loudest orgasms I've ever had.  As I lay there panting with every extremity in my body vibrating I realized a little too late my window was open.  I said a silent apology for anyone in my complex who heard that, which was probably everyone.

She assisted me back into a sitting position and helped me on to my unsteady feet.  It was just in time because our dinner only had another 10 minutes left to cook.  After we ate we adjourned to my living room where we snuggled on my couch and watched a movie with her legs draped over mine.  After the movie was over I crawled up to her and laid against her and our hands moved softly over one another.  I was completely content and then she did something unspeakable.  She took my left hand and brought it up to her mouth.  I thought she was going to kiss my hand and my knuckles like it was done in the book, but instead I felt her slippery tongue on the tip of my index finger.  Softly she sucked, drawing it into her mouth with her tongue swirling around it and her teeth nibbling lightly.  The feeling was heavenly and it was like a direct route to where she had been just a few hours before.  I moaned and shifted, spinning myself to face her and kissed her hard.  "Back to the table?"  I suggested.

A sly smile spread across her face and I didn't have to ask her twice.  Minutes later I was screaming out again and completely and utterly spent.  This time, I remembered to close the window.