Her hands explored this new territory, drawing her slender digits in slow strokes up and down my crease through the now soaked cotton. Each movement drawing me in, raising my pulse and making me wonder why we had never explored this territory before. Emboldened, she pushed my black thong aside and wrapped two fingers around my throbbing clit. She leaned in and placed another kiss on my trembling lips as her fingertips caressed my soaking flesh.
“Ah,” I managed to say, my head jerking back involuntarily allowing my blonde hair to cascade down my back.
She broke the kiss and looked at me, the lust palpable in the expression that she wore as she savoured the sight of my sex face. “I need it as well,” Jodie gasped, a highly strung tone creeping into her voice through her own arousal. She tugged the hem of her own dress and pulled it up over her bum, exposing the darker coloured reinforced part at the top her tights. Her legs looked impossibly sexy with their glossy sheen. I pulled her waistband down slightly to allow my hand better access. My hand slid down and I was surprised at just how wet she was down there – she most certainly did need my attention.
In all of the years that we had known each other, I had never come close to touching her like this despite the secret fantasies that she had harboured. Had the signs been there? In that moment, as the heat of our shared passion burned, it made perfect sense. I curled my fingers round inside her tights, pushing her soaked knickers aside. As she began to touch me again, my arousal reached new heights as my brain was awash with questions about this new found desire. What does she feel like inside? What will she taste like? For now I had to be content just to let my fingers work.
“Ohh, that feels so good,” Jodie said as my fingertips popped up and down against her clit. Any questions I had on technique and what on Earth to do for a woman faded away as I followed my instincts and worked my fingers up and down in a slow rhythm. I opened my eyes a little and saw that Nikki’s eyes were fixed upon the delightful scene which she had helped orchestrate.
My friend continued her own discovery within my nylon clad cradle, rolling my engorged button between her fingers. She pushed into me, kissing me deeper and so that our breasts were pressed together. My nipples were now stiff buttons, forced against my bra and I silently cursed that we were still fully dressed in such a public place. Jodie’s fingers were now perfectly slicked to make my swollen button the solitary focus as they worked. Adept in dealing female pleasure, she worked the tiny organ beautifully, knowing how to press, squeeze and crush it before delightfully retreating to a more delicate touch.
Instinctively, I could sense that I was learning as we kissed and played with each other. Our soft, warm faces felt heavenly pressed together in a blend of concealer and the dampness of our exertions. The motions of both of our hidden hands had struck up a synchronised movement, each of us now fucking each other at the same relentless speed. It was bliss. I could not even begin to remember having been so aroused by the spontaneous setting, the sheer kinkiness of how all of this had unfolded but most of all my gorgeous friend.
All of a sudden, Jodie pulled her head back from our kiss, her forehead creased with a new intense look. “Uhh … don’t stop,” she said, her voice thick with arousal. She gripped my shoulder with her free hand. “Uh … if you keep doing that … I’m going to cum.”
The way she said that was just too much. It sparked off something deeper within me and could feel a familiar heat rising deep in the pit of my stomach. I closed my eyes, just for a second and focused in on it whilst opening my legs slightly wider to allow her to keep the momentum going. “Ah … shit,” I called out in a convulsive noise from the bottom of my chest.
Even faster, our hands worked as both pairs of nylon clad legs and bum cheeks tensed under the approaching juggernaut. Then our orgasms broke in a chorus of sighs and moans. I squeezed my eyes shut so that I could savour the moment and the chain reaction which was coursing out to every nerve ending I possessed. Jodie pressed her shaking frame against me, lips pressed against my collarbone as we came together. Then she went limp against me just as my body was still tensing, high heels pressed out between her legs. Then I pulled her against me into a loving embrace, spent.
I’m not even sure how long we curled like that against each other. Eventually, I withdrew my hand from within her hot, soaked nylon sheath. As I opened my eyes, subconsciously expecting us to have somehow have gained a perverted, voyeuristic audience whilst we were lost in each other. Instead the bar was dimly lit and completely empty.
Not even Nikki was around to disturb the almost dreamlike hush.
Confused by this, Jodie and I quickly smoothed down our dresses and hitched tights back up, the sound of our heels echoing slightly in the silence.
Before either of us could attempt an explanation at any of it, my phone pinged with a message. A pin location accompanied a text message. “It was beautiful to see your friendship blossom into that. I just knew that you would both love it. I have called it a night. But if you fancy a last drink and some more shared fun, then of course you would be more than welcome.”