11-20-2025, 03:40 PM
"Cheers," we both say at the same time, and our glasses clink together.
Katy thirstily knocks back another rum and coke and this time manages to get it into her mouth.
She'd spilled half of the last glass down her top while dancing because she was so busy swaying her hips to the blaring music that she hadn't noticed she was completely soaked.
And I was so busy watching her hips that I didn't notice either. Until I saw her nipples, pert and wet, poking through her T-shirt.
We burst out laughing, her cheeks flushing a little, her looking equally awkward and horny. Then she grinned at me wickedly before throwing her wet shirt on the floor. That's why she was sitting here in just her yellow wellies, her breasts hanging out, roasting marshmallows. I can't say I'm complaining, quite the opposite—I'm very happy admiring her divine nipples.
She has such beautiful breasts, just like I always imagined, but I never imagined they would be so heavenly.
Now it's starting to get colder, and her nipples are getting even more magnificent.
This camping trip is starting to feel like a good idea.
The chemistry between us is really starting to ignite, just like the campfire.
The mood had been heating up for some time, and that energetic, delicious feeling of butterflies in my stomach was getting stronger by the minute.
It all started a few months ago.
We'd been talking about going to a festival at the office for ages. COVID had put a stop to such fun events, and we were both getting fed up.
So I bought us tickets to Kofee in the Park.
We went out to party after work. It was such a fun evening. We already had the festival spirit in our veins, we were so ready to party, it was incredible.
The club was pretty packed; people hadn't danced in so long that the pent-up energy in the room was almost tangible.
On the dance floor, people's bodies twisted and moved together in circles, circling to the garage beats, their bodies almost like migratory birds, all moving together to the rhythm of the music.
Our eyes met as we were both lost in the sounds of an epic song. We'd been dancing for quite a while. I didn't want to leave, but I desperately needed to go to the bathroom.
"I'm just going to the bathroom," I mouthed.
"I'm coming with you," Katy called over the noise of the music.
We were both pretty drunk and had tingling nipples.
We made it to the restrooms and practically tripped over each other, due to both the slippery floor and tingling nipples.
We were so close that our bodies almost touched, just for a second, our eyes met. I'm sure we could both feel it; I just knew deep down that she felt the same way; we almost made out.
If Darlene hadn't burst through the door from the office at a crucial moment, I would have pressed Katy against the wall with my hot body. It wasn't necessarily Darlene's fault—bad timing and the floor being really slippery—but if she hadn't interrupted, my mouth would probably be hungrily on Katy's by now.
And since that evening, the chemistry between us has simply grown, the banter has become more flirtatious, and work has definitely become a more fun place.
We don't sit next to each other, but whenever we have the chance, we seem to be drawn to each other like a magnet.
For example, we always use the copier at the same time.
And of course, at lunchtime, always at the right time and usually alone. We meet in our small office kitchen; that magnetic feeling in my pussy is strong.
My pussy always throbs when I see her walking toward me, and I fumble with everyday things, like putting bread in the toaster.
Damn, she's an amazing woman. Her energy is so confident; when she walks down the hallway, she doesn't give a damn what anyone thinks of her. I find this aspect of her so hot and very inspiring.
Since I only recently came out, this all still feels very new. And I love it. It's all so exciting and fresh and sexy and smells good. Women's bodies smell so different from men's bodies.
Like toasted marshmallows and the scent of a campfire.
I remember one particular lunch when our bodies were once again in close contact.
"Hello you," she purred, turning on the kettle with a practiced motion.
My clit twitched at the thought of it being on the end of those fingers. I could practically feel her breath on my leg as she bent down to get the milk from the small fridge.
I'm sure I turned white as her face moved closer to my crotch and the blood rushed to my pussy.
I was so tempted to bury my hands in her hair, pull my skirt up around my waist, and pull her mouth to my juicy, wet pussy.
I was wearing stockings—it would have been so damn hot. I'm sure she could smell my love juice, she was that close.
That whole scene caused so much pleasure in my body that I almost fell to my knees. Even now, as I reminisce...
She took the milk from the fridge and turned around, slowly looking my body up and down. She reached my eyes and winked mischievously, as if she could read my mind, or maybe she was thinking the same thing.
We may not be at a festival, but that doesn't mean we can't party and have fun.
I pierce the marshmallows and hold them over the fire, letting the flames play with the sweet flesh and watching the skin change color.
I know I need to treat them with a delicate touch. Too rough and they'll burn.
I take it from the flame as it begins to caramelize... mmm.
I blow seductively on the marshmallow and wink at Katy.
"Look at this!" I exclaim with delight as I nibble on it with relish.
Katy crouches down next to me, our arms touching, our skin tingling with electricity.
She sits down and begins to toast her own.
The music is blaring, and Katy and I are having our own private party, all by ourselves. It's heavenly.
I shuffle over so she can get closer to the fire. My legs are getting really hot next to the flames anyway, but it's a good excuse to get closer to her.
She holds her marshmallow up to the heat, flirting with the flames, her white skin turning a delicious golden brown.
She holds it out of the flames and blows on it.
Giggling and laughing, she tries to eat it, covering her face with the sticky mess.
The air practically crackles as I lean forward and lick the sweet mess from her mouth.
I've been looking forward to this so much and dreaming of this moment for so long that my pussy reflects this excitement, already wet and throbbing like the bass music.
It tastes so delicious.
"Damn, that felt good."
Katy spits out her marshmallow, leaving more melted sugar sticking to her cheeks.
"Help me!" she pleads dramatically.
No need for encouragement. I'm in there like a cat devouring its prey.
Passion surges through my body as my fingers tangle in Katy's hair, pulling her head to the side and exposing her neck. I hum loudly as I begin to lick and nibble the creamy sugar from her skin.
We fall onto the blanket.
It's not just the sugar that makes me want to rush—her scent fills my senses, her soft skin on my lips makes my vagina quiver and throb.
I press my legs together and clamp my clit between my thighs, as I've done so many times in my dreams.
I can feel the wetness between my legs, and it's so good. The desire for her mouth to envelop my vagina and drink my juices drives me crazy.
It's so good to be under the stars, by the fire, music blaring, pussies throbbing.
We kiss. Hard, wet, and hungry.
Our soft lips slap against each other, collide, and smother in passionate embraces.
My shirt opens, revealing my breasts spilling out. They want to join the party—to be sucked, held, and squeezed.
I push her back onto the blanket and move down her body, my hot breasts pressing against hers, our bodies moving as one.
Our hearts dance side by side in our chests as we lie skin to skin, the pulsing and fluctuating energy between us dancing like fireworks.
Her body moves beneath me, longing for my touch—oh, how long I've waited for this moment.
I breathe in gratefully and contentedly.
Once again, I'm all over her body, covering her with caresses and kisses, my passion oozing from every pore.
I run my hands over her smooth skin, and she trembles beneath my touch.
Her peachy ass fits comfortably in my hand as I pull her to me, so desperate to press my pussy against hers, pulsing desire coursing through me.
My breathing becomes hot, uneven.
I move down her body, kissing her stomach, down the line of her groin, which makes her squirm even more.
I rip off her panties. I bury my face between her legs. I cover myself in her juices, licking her pussy, the soft skin feeling like velvet on my face, my lips kissing her labia, it feels incredible.
My heart is racing, my pussy is throbbing, I've been waiting for this moment, now it's here, I can hardly believe it.
I press my mouth to her exposed vagina and suck on her clitoris while she squirms, pushing herself into my face, bucking her hips up to meet me, while I tongue and lick her delicious flower.
She's starting to get really excited, her breathing becoming uneven. I don't want her to come too quickly, so I pull away and take a deep breath.
Giggling and sighing, we make eye contact, and her head falls back in pleasure.
I take my time, slowly licking her vagina like a cat with icing—all over my face.
I quickly flick my tongue, lick my fingers, and coat them with my saliva, then slowly slide them into her pussy. First two fingers, then more and more, as her vagina expands and contracts around them.
I thrust in and out, moving them upward toward her G-spot in a motion that leads to orgasm.
She moves up and down on my hand, making me even hornier.
Her warm cum drips down my hand, and her G-spot feels like a velvet button—a magical pad that possesses magical powers.
We kiss and make intense eye contact as I fuck her harder and deeper.
Her G-spot swells and throbs at my touch. I widen my hand and release the pressure to delay her orgasm. I change position, pulling on her lips and rolling my finger over her tight asshole.
Everything is covered in her wet juices,
everything begging to be filled.
I plunge into her vagina as she writhes on my hand, her muscles clenching and tightening around my fingers, and she pushes my head back down.
We hold hands tightly as I face-fuck her, thrusting my fist into her, moving my lips back and forth, and licking my tongue while my eyes roll back in my head.
I bury my face in her again and again as she rides my hand. She spreads her legs wide in pleasure, and I lick her slowly, savoring every delicious drop.
She pulls me to her breast, and I understand her cue. I suck her breast into my mouth and play with her nipple, which hardens and tightens.
It's so hot to pleasure Katy, I knew it. My panties are completely soaked with my love juice.
I stick my ass farther in the air, my thong biting nicely into my pussy.
I devour her cunt with my mouth before sliding my fingers in and out of her bare pussy again.
She gasps and whimpers under my touch, her breath catching.
She's so close to cumming now, whimpering as I kiss her, muffling her sounds with my mouth.
We writhe together, kissing passionately as she comes in my arms, her body convulsing against mine.
When she catches her breath, she giggles and her eyes roll in pleasure. Her cheeks are flushed with orgasmic bliss.
"Now it's your turn, baby," she says, bending me over, grabbing my ass and caressing it, lightly slapping my buttocks. She licks me from behind, from my creamy vagina to the tight ring of my asshole.
"Damn, that feels so fucking good."
You can picture it now: I'm on all fours, she's on all fours, pleasuring me from behind. Her face buried in my ass, her kisses so gentle, teasing me with the lightness of her touch.
I push into her, harder, wanting her to bury her face deeper inside me.
I'm filled with ecstasy, her mouth making my entire being vibrate.
She spanks my bottom.
Just a gentle smack, but deep inside, I long for her to leave a red mark on my milky white skin—to make me squirm beneath her hot hand.
She licks my tight ring, runs her tongue over my pussy, and slides her fingers into my lustful cunt, fucks me from behind in the open air, and rims my asshole, which puckers with pleasure.
The fire crackles and the heat of the flames licks our bodies.
I writhe on her fingers, pleasure contorting my face as she thrusts into me again and again.
I wish I'd packed the strap-on dildo, then I would have asked her to fuck me hard with it right there.
Oh well, I guess there's always a next time... because there will be a next time.
I tell her, and she giggles, increases the pressure of her hand, adds more fingers, fists me, stretches my cunt, fucks me harder and deeper and wetter, damn, it feels so good.
My pussy gushes and stretches, her hands glide as she pumps her hand into my hungry, wet hole.
She changes position and clamps her other hand on me from behind—holding me on both sides.
The pressure in my vagina is incredible.
I squeeze my chest, my breasts aching with the need to be touched. She spanks me again.
"Harder," I beg, "spank me harder."
Screaming with pleasure, I come again and again, riding her hand, twisting myself onto her fingers, feeling like my pussy is going to explode.
I turn around and kiss her hard, her, my heart pumping in my chest.
When I look down at her hand, I see it's dripping with my juices. What a hot sight. She sees me looking at her and brings her creamy fingers to my mouth.
I greedily suck my sour-sweet, musky sex juices from her fingers.
Damn, that tastes good.
There's so much lust flowing between us, our nipples hard, our skin hot, our pussies wet.
"Now it's your turn," I say with a mischievous grin.
She spreads her legs and takes a deep breath. The scent of her arousal fills the air. She smells delicious, and that makes me want to drink from her vagina even more.
But I play it cool... more or less.
I sit behind her on the floor, her legs spread in front of the fire, her pussy warmed by the embers.
Her rubber boots are still on, her blonde hair falls down her back; she's so beautiful in this light.
As she snuggles against my body, I play with her as if she were an instrument, two fingers in her wet cunt while I pluck her like a sweet guitar, my fingertips dipping in and out.
She starts making that noise again. That whimpering, I want her to orgasm so badly.
The power and heat in my hand feels immense.
I fuck her harder and deeper. I move my hand and fingers seductively and passionately. She feels amazing on my fingertips.
Our kisses and moans thrum to the rhythm of the music.
She trembles between my legs, shaking as she comes violently, her beautiful face thrown back in ecstasy, her lips full, her eyes rolling in delight.
She pushes her hips up to meet me as she squirts onto my hand, her muscles clenching around me again and again.
We writhe in ecstasy, giggling and looking at each other, all tension between us broken. The chemistry is now open as we kiss deeply.
"Wow, who needs festivals?" Katy says, "when you can have parties like this!"
She takes my hand and leads me to the tent, which is decorated with fairy lights.
We crawl through the door and plop down on the airbed.
"Camping is officially my new favorite thing," I sigh as we giggle and fall over each other as if rolling onto a passionate bed of jelly.
And contrary to the feeling you usually get driving home from a festival, I'm actually excited to be back at the office next week. I'm looking forward to the mischief and fun we can have.
Girls' bathroom breaks seem much more adventurous now!
And then there's the lunch break in the tiny kitchen.
Happy days.
The end
Katy thirstily knocks back another rum and coke and this time manages to get it into her mouth.
She'd spilled half of the last glass down her top while dancing because she was so busy swaying her hips to the blaring music that she hadn't noticed she was completely soaked.
And I was so busy watching her hips that I didn't notice either. Until I saw her nipples, pert and wet, poking through her T-shirt.
We burst out laughing, her cheeks flushing a little, her looking equally awkward and horny. Then she grinned at me wickedly before throwing her wet shirt on the floor. That's why she was sitting here in just her yellow wellies, her breasts hanging out, roasting marshmallows. I can't say I'm complaining, quite the opposite—I'm very happy admiring her divine nipples.
She has such beautiful breasts, just like I always imagined, but I never imagined they would be so heavenly.
Now it's starting to get colder, and her nipples are getting even more magnificent.
This camping trip is starting to feel like a good idea.
The chemistry between us is really starting to ignite, just like the campfire.
The mood had been heating up for some time, and that energetic, delicious feeling of butterflies in my stomach was getting stronger by the minute.
It all started a few months ago.
We'd been talking about going to a festival at the office for ages. COVID had put a stop to such fun events, and we were both getting fed up.
So I bought us tickets to Kofee in the Park.
We went out to party after work. It was such a fun evening. We already had the festival spirit in our veins, we were so ready to party, it was incredible.
The club was pretty packed; people hadn't danced in so long that the pent-up energy in the room was almost tangible.
On the dance floor, people's bodies twisted and moved together in circles, circling to the garage beats, their bodies almost like migratory birds, all moving together to the rhythm of the music.
Our eyes met as we were both lost in the sounds of an epic song. We'd been dancing for quite a while. I didn't want to leave, but I desperately needed to go to the bathroom.
"I'm just going to the bathroom," I mouthed.
"I'm coming with you," Katy called over the noise of the music.
We were both pretty drunk and had tingling nipples.
We made it to the restrooms and practically tripped over each other, due to both the slippery floor and tingling nipples.
We were so close that our bodies almost touched, just for a second, our eyes met. I'm sure we could both feel it; I just knew deep down that she felt the same way; we almost made out.
If Darlene hadn't burst through the door from the office at a crucial moment, I would have pressed Katy against the wall with my hot body. It wasn't necessarily Darlene's fault—bad timing and the floor being really slippery—but if she hadn't interrupted, my mouth would probably be hungrily on Katy's by now.
And since that evening, the chemistry between us has simply grown, the banter has become more flirtatious, and work has definitely become a more fun place.
We don't sit next to each other, but whenever we have the chance, we seem to be drawn to each other like a magnet.
For example, we always use the copier at the same time.
And of course, at lunchtime, always at the right time and usually alone. We meet in our small office kitchen; that magnetic feeling in my pussy is strong.
My pussy always throbs when I see her walking toward me, and I fumble with everyday things, like putting bread in the toaster.
Damn, she's an amazing woman. Her energy is so confident; when she walks down the hallway, she doesn't give a damn what anyone thinks of her. I find this aspect of her so hot and very inspiring.
Since I only recently came out, this all still feels very new. And I love it. It's all so exciting and fresh and sexy and smells good. Women's bodies smell so different from men's bodies.
Like toasted marshmallows and the scent of a campfire.
I remember one particular lunch when our bodies were once again in close contact.
"Hello you," she purred, turning on the kettle with a practiced motion.
My clit twitched at the thought of it being on the end of those fingers. I could practically feel her breath on my leg as she bent down to get the milk from the small fridge.
I'm sure I turned white as her face moved closer to my crotch and the blood rushed to my pussy.
I was so tempted to bury my hands in her hair, pull my skirt up around my waist, and pull her mouth to my juicy, wet pussy.
I was wearing stockings—it would have been so damn hot. I'm sure she could smell my love juice, she was that close.
That whole scene caused so much pleasure in my body that I almost fell to my knees. Even now, as I reminisce...
She took the milk from the fridge and turned around, slowly looking my body up and down. She reached my eyes and winked mischievously, as if she could read my mind, or maybe she was thinking the same thing.
We may not be at a festival, but that doesn't mean we can't party and have fun.
I pierce the marshmallows and hold them over the fire, letting the flames play with the sweet flesh and watching the skin change color.
I know I need to treat them with a delicate touch. Too rough and they'll burn.
I take it from the flame as it begins to caramelize... mmm.
I blow seductively on the marshmallow and wink at Katy.
"Look at this!" I exclaim with delight as I nibble on it with relish.
Katy crouches down next to me, our arms touching, our skin tingling with electricity.
She sits down and begins to toast her own.
The music is blaring, and Katy and I are having our own private party, all by ourselves. It's heavenly.
I shuffle over so she can get closer to the fire. My legs are getting really hot next to the flames anyway, but it's a good excuse to get closer to her.
She holds her marshmallow up to the heat, flirting with the flames, her white skin turning a delicious golden brown.
She holds it out of the flames and blows on it.
Giggling and laughing, she tries to eat it, covering her face with the sticky mess.
The air practically crackles as I lean forward and lick the sweet mess from her mouth.
I've been looking forward to this so much and dreaming of this moment for so long that my pussy reflects this excitement, already wet and throbbing like the bass music.
It tastes so delicious.
"Damn, that felt good."
Katy spits out her marshmallow, leaving more melted sugar sticking to her cheeks.
"Help me!" she pleads dramatically.
No need for encouragement. I'm in there like a cat devouring its prey.
Passion surges through my body as my fingers tangle in Katy's hair, pulling her head to the side and exposing her neck. I hum loudly as I begin to lick and nibble the creamy sugar from her skin.
We fall onto the blanket.
It's not just the sugar that makes me want to rush—her scent fills my senses, her soft skin on my lips makes my vagina quiver and throb.
I press my legs together and clamp my clit between my thighs, as I've done so many times in my dreams.
I can feel the wetness between my legs, and it's so good. The desire for her mouth to envelop my vagina and drink my juices drives me crazy.
It's so good to be under the stars, by the fire, music blaring, pussies throbbing.
We kiss. Hard, wet, and hungry.
Our soft lips slap against each other, collide, and smother in passionate embraces.
My shirt opens, revealing my breasts spilling out. They want to join the party—to be sucked, held, and squeezed.
I push her back onto the blanket and move down her body, my hot breasts pressing against hers, our bodies moving as one.
Our hearts dance side by side in our chests as we lie skin to skin, the pulsing and fluctuating energy between us dancing like fireworks.
Her body moves beneath me, longing for my touch—oh, how long I've waited for this moment.
I breathe in gratefully and contentedly.
Once again, I'm all over her body, covering her with caresses and kisses, my passion oozing from every pore.
I run my hands over her smooth skin, and she trembles beneath my touch.
Her peachy ass fits comfortably in my hand as I pull her to me, so desperate to press my pussy against hers, pulsing desire coursing through me.
My breathing becomes hot, uneven.
I move down her body, kissing her stomach, down the line of her groin, which makes her squirm even more.
I rip off her panties. I bury my face between her legs. I cover myself in her juices, licking her pussy, the soft skin feeling like velvet on my face, my lips kissing her labia, it feels incredible.
My heart is racing, my pussy is throbbing, I've been waiting for this moment, now it's here, I can hardly believe it.
I press my mouth to her exposed vagina and suck on her clitoris while she squirms, pushing herself into my face, bucking her hips up to meet me, while I tongue and lick her delicious flower.
She's starting to get really excited, her breathing becoming uneven. I don't want her to come too quickly, so I pull away and take a deep breath.
Giggling and sighing, we make eye contact, and her head falls back in pleasure.
I take my time, slowly licking her vagina like a cat with icing—all over my face.
I quickly flick my tongue, lick my fingers, and coat them with my saliva, then slowly slide them into her pussy. First two fingers, then more and more, as her vagina expands and contracts around them.
I thrust in and out, moving them upward toward her G-spot in a motion that leads to orgasm.
She moves up and down on my hand, making me even hornier.
Her warm cum drips down my hand, and her G-spot feels like a velvet button—a magical pad that possesses magical powers.
We kiss and make intense eye contact as I fuck her harder and deeper.
Her G-spot swells and throbs at my touch. I widen my hand and release the pressure to delay her orgasm. I change position, pulling on her lips and rolling my finger over her tight asshole.
Everything is covered in her wet juices,
everything begging to be filled.
I plunge into her vagina as she writhes on my hand, her muscles clenching and tightening around my fingers, and she pushes my head back down.
We hold hands tightly as I face-fuck her, thrusting my fist into her, moving my lips back and forth, and licking my tongue while my eyes roll back in my head.
I bury my face in her again and again as she rides my hand. She spreads her legs wide in pleasure, and I lick her slowly, savoring every delicious drop.
She pulls me to her breast, and I understand her cue. I suck her breast into my mouth and play with her nipple, which hardens and tightens.
It's so hot to pleasure Katy, I knew it. My panties are completely soaked with my love juice.
I stick my ass farther in the air, my thong biting nicely into my pussy.
I devour her cunt with my mouth before sliding my fingers in and out of her bare pussy again.
She gasps and whimpers under my touch, her breath catching.
She's so close to cumming now, whimpering as I kiss her, muffling her sounds with my mouth.
We writhe together, kissing passionately as she comes in my arms, her body convulsing against mine.
When she catches her breath, she giggles and her eyes roll in pleasure. Her cheeks are flushed with orgasmic bliss.
"Now it's your turn, baby," she says, bending me over, grabbing my ass and caressing it, lightly slapping my buttocks. She licks me from behind, from my creamy vagina to the tight ring of my asshole.
"Damn, that feels so fucking good."
You can picture it now: I'm on all fours, she's on all fours, pleasuring me from behind. Her face buried in my ass, her kisses so gentle, teasing me with the lightness of her touch.
I push into her, harder, wanting her to bury her face deeper inside me.
I'm filled with ecstasy, her mouth making my entire being vibrate.
She spanks my bottom.
Just a gentle smack, but deep inside, I long for her to leave a red mark on my milky white skin—to make me squirm beneath her hot hand.
She licks my tight ring, runs her tongue over my pussy, and slides her fingers into my lustful cunt, fucks me from behind in the open air, and rims my asshole, which puckers with pleasure.
The fire crackles and the heat of the flames licks our bodies.
I writhe on her fingers, pleasure contorting my face as she thrusts into me again and again.
I wish I'd packed the strap-on dildo, then I would have asked her to fuck me hard with it right there.
Oh well, I guess there's always a next time... because there will be a next time.
I tell her, and she giggles, increases the pressure of her hand, adds more fingers, fists me, stretches my cunt, fucks me harder and deeper and wetter, damn, it feels so good.
My pussy gushes and stretches, her hands glide as she pumps her hand into my hungry, wet hole.
She changes position and clamps her other hand on me from behind—holding me on both sides.
The pressure in my vagina is incredible.
I squeeze my chest, my breasts aching with the need to be touched. She spanks me again.
"Harder," I beg, "spank me harder."
Screaming with pleasure, I come again and again, riding her hand, twisting myself onto her fingers, feeling like my pussy is going to explode.
I turn around and kiss her hard, her, my heart pumping in my chest.
When I look down at her hand, I see it's dripping with my juices. What a hot sight. She sees me looking at her and brings her creamy fingers to my mouth.
I greedily suck my sour-sweet, musky sex juices from her fingers.
Damn, that tastes good.
There's so much lust flowing between us, our nipples hard, our skin hot, our pussies wet.
"Now it's your turn," I say with a mischievous grin.
She spreads her legs and takes a deep breath. The scent of her arousal fills the air. She smells delicious, and that makes me want to drink from her vagina even more.
But I play it cool... more or less.
I sit behind her on the floor, her legs spread in front of the fire, her pussy warmed by the embers.
Her rubber boots are still on, her blonde hair falls down her back; she's so beautiful in this light.
As she snuggles against my body, I play with her as if she were an instrument, two fingers in her wet cunt while I pluck her like a sweet guitar, my fingertips dipping in and out.
She starts making that noise again. That whimpering, I want her to orgasm so badly.
The power and heat in my hand feels immense.
I fuck her harder and deeper. I move my hand and fingers seductively and passionately. She feels amazing on my fingertips.
Our kisses and moans thrum to the rhythm of the music.
She trembles between my legs, shaking as she comes violently, her beautiful face thrown back in ecstasy, her lips full, her eyes rolling in delight.
She pushes her hips up to meet me as she squirts onto my hand, her muscles clenching around me again and again.
We writhe in ecstasy, giggling and looking at each other, all tension between us broken. The chemistry is now open as we kiss deeply.
"Wow, who needs festivals?" Katy says, "when you can have parties like this!"
She takes my hand and leads me to the tent, which is decorated with fairy lights.
We crawl through the door and plop down on the airbed.
"Camping is officially my new favorite thing," I sigh as we giggle and fall over each other as if rolling onto a passionate bed of jelly.
And contrary to the feeling you usually get driving home from a festival, I'm actually excited to be back at the office next week. I'm looking forward to the mischief and fun we can have.
Girls' bathroom breaks seem much more adventurous now!
And then there's the lunch break in the tiny kitchen.
Happy days.
The end