Beth and Reid - Chapter Four - Sex Stories

Beth and Reid - Chapter Four

... as they had talked vibrators before, Ally once admitting to having killed at least five or six over the years. ‘And?’ Ally twirled her fork in small circles, indicating she expected more to follow. ‘And… that’s it. I don’t really have a collection of toys,’ Beth admitted. Ally dropped her fork to her plate with an exaggerated clatter, ‘Well fuck! That won’t do at all!’ she glanced at her phone, ‘I don’t have to be at the hospital for another two hours, what are your plans?’ ‘I was going to go into the studio and see if my grad students have finished staining the armoire I gave them last week,’ Beth replied scooping up the last few crumbs of cake from the shared plate. ‘Pfft! Furniture can wait, this is a sex-mergency!’ Twenty minutes later Beth found herself browsing through an inner city sex shop, Ally rattling off information about leather and lubes and cuffs and Beth trying to take it all in but look nonchalant at the same time. They were approached by a very busty lady in around her late thirties. ‘Morning ladies, is there anything I can help you with?’ she asked politely. Beth was about to open her mouth with the universal ‘just looking thanks’ but Ally was having none of it. ‘Yes, we would like to look at your whips and floggers please,’ she asked straight off the bat and Beth’s eyes bulged in alarm. She expected the woman to raise an eyebrow or at least smirk but instead she smiled warmly and pointed to a section of the shop that was divided by a red velvet curtain. ...

... ‘We have an extensive range of some of the best brands, would you like me to show you?’ the woman queried. She noted the rising blush that was taking over Beth’s face and instead changed her tact, ‘Well, just let me know if you need any help.’ She left the girls to their own devices, correctly assuming that Beth wasn’t ready for a full demonstration. The two of them made their way to the curtained area and stepped inside a small room crowded with a boggling assortment of not just whips and floggers but cuffs, chains, spreader bars, blindfolds, ball-gags, butt-plugs, nipple clamps and a whole gamut of other devices Beth didn’t even recognise. The smell of tanned leather and new rubber permeated the small space and for a moment Beth recalled the taste and scent of Reid’s belt in her mouth. ‘Bloody hell,’ Beth breathed, gazing around in wonder and curiosity. ‘Sister, you don’t know the half of it!’ Ally grinned and grabbed a flogger off the rack, giving Beth a playful whack on the thigh. ‘Ow!’ Beth squealed. Ally laughed, ‘Just imagine that was Reid and not me.’ Beth raised an eyebrow and cocked her head, indeed picturing Reid flicking the leather cords against her bare flesh. Her interest piqued she began looking through the arranged goods with enthusiasm, touching the soft cured leather and cold metal clasps, imaging them in Reid’s strong hands. ‘It’s a shame, you know,’ Ally mused idly while trying on a pair of fur and leather cuffs. ‘What is?’ Beth asked distractedly, reading ...