Becky's Bad Day

Fiction
If it could go wrong today, it did. Cups were thrown, customers wrong ordering corrected with much friction and Becky had had enough! Her shift couldn't have ended any sooner. She opted to walk home to cool off. Striding past the grocery store she remembered she needed just a couple of items. The produce section always seemed to help center her after a bad day and today was the worst.
She was handling the cucumbers, lost in thought about their phallic shape when she heard a soft voice, "You need help selecting the right one?"
She turned into the gaze of the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen; Black hair with fleckings of silver, blue grey eyes that seemed to pierce and soothe at the same time, soft flesh on her cheeks, a long supple neck that seemed to plunge straight down between her ample breasts, a tummy that had once been flat but childbirth had left it with a slight paunch, hips that begged to be held and ridden, a slender pair of legs that would be best suited for wrapping around Becky's head and a gentle voice.
Becky was smitten at once, "umm..."
"I'm Beatrice, but everyone calls me Bea."
Becky remembered her manners, "Bea, I'm Becky."
Bea asked her, "So, is the cucumber for eating, or some other perhaps more practical purpose?"
Becky laughed nervously, "Oh, that...I was just thinking about the horrible day I've had and how I could relieve some of my tension."
The older lady rubbed Becky's left bicep, "Honey, I don't think you need anything shaped like a penis today. In fact, I'd like to take you home with me and show you just how relaxing the right woman can be."
Why Becky trusted her was beyond her in retrospect, but she was glad she went home with Bea. That woman knew exactly what Becky needed after the frazzled day at work. Bea nuzzled Becky's neck, working her way down to her breasts and then Bea spent nearly half an hour suckling, licking and biting Becky's nipples. Becky felt the dampness turn to wetness between her thighs as Bea tended to her breasts.
As she worked on Becky's nips, she slowly and carefully undid Becky's pants and pulled them along wither panties down her thighs, over her knees and then off each foot. Bea began to kiss her way toward Becky's wetness as Becky ran her fingers through Bea's amazing hair. When Bea found Becky's "little man in the boat", Becky was only half a heartbeat away from her first orgasm.
Bea dined sumptuously on Becky's pussy, devouring every last drop of her nectar, and each dollop of cream as it oozed from her slit. Becky failed to notice the passing of time as Bea removed each and every last gram of tension from Becky's body. Once Becky was fully relaxed, she insisted on taking her turn at Bea.
Becky spent a few minutes on Bea's breasts, but to be honest, all Becky wanted was to eat Bea's pussy. It was so much more than a craving; it was more like she'd have to eat her or die trying. Bea was easy though, divining Becky's urge and insisting that Becky get comfortable between her thighs. An hour ticked by like ten seconds as Becky banqueted on Bea's snatch. Becky had fingers in Bea, both pussy and asshole, urging the older woman into multiple and seemingly everlasting climaxes.
It was long after midnight when Bea offered to drive Becky home, not realizing that she lived only two floors up from Bea. They giggled like schoolgirls, though both hadn't seen the inside of a school for a few years; Bea having been out for over thirty years. Once home and in bed, Becky couldn't remember the last time she'd felt this relaxed, drifting off to sleep quickly, quietly and quite contentedly.