I freeze. My knickers are wrapped around my ankles, some cum leaking off the sides. I've always been fascinated by how much I cum... it gets released in strings. My thighs are smothered in the warm white substance as well. My chest starts sweating and I get a sticky feeling on my tits. That was David's semen from a few hours before. It makes my chest oily and more pliable to eat. My tongue dips into the deep cleavage of my dirty pillows and cleans it, it tastes just as wonderful and creamy as I remember.
"Are you okay in there?" asks Cara. She walks over to my stall.
"Erm.. yes." I manage to squeak that much out. I am breathing hard and there is no point in lying. "It's me, Judy, Cara. I am just finishing myself up." Wow that rum and coke really worked it's charm. I wouldn't be saying this to anyone else otherwise. My pussy is pulsating and calls for my fingers, they are debating whether to open the stall door. It is a stall for invalids so it can fit a wheelchair, let alone two girls.
"Oh, my god, Judy... I never would have believed it! I am really surprised at you, you naughty bitch. Can I come in and help you finish you off?" I can hear her taking off her coat.
"Bloody hell yes!" I cry, I open the stall door and there she stands. Stunning as ever. Her hair is pinned up and she wears a slinky, scalloped cut wine dress. Her pert little titties are pushed up and they look damn good. A beautiful smile plays upon her lips and shows me white teeth. I wonder what her other lips look like. I'm sure they're covered in silky black hair. I think she's part Irish and French she told me.
She enters my stall and she stares at me. "Well what have you been doing?" she looks shocked. Remember I told you I was the slightly modest type? Well I fooled her!
I didn't answer her question. I walked over to her and did what I had always longed for. I kissed her, hard and slow. My tongue sloshed against the back wall of her throat and I tugged her hand, locked the washroom stall and pushed her up against a wall. It seemed like hours as we two girls kissed, our hands exploring rather foreign places to the both of us, yet we knew our own body quite well. That's the irony in it.
I leaned up against her beautiful dress and felt the peaks of her breasts rise and stand at my attention. My pussy continues to drip its warm luxurious oil. My stockings are now caked in my love juice. Her fingers make a beeline for my chest. "Mmm baby take it off," she whispers lustily in my ear whilst biting it. "I want to see those beautiful tits be set free in my hands. Mmm now!" I do as she asks, no questions or complaints. I can't get my shirt off fast enough let alone my bra. When I finally do take both items off she stares at me, amazed.
"They're really huge! Mm you know i love it when you wear those tight low cut jumpers... it makes me so wet. I want to rub my pussy on your chest. I love your tits so much. Do I have the pleasure of finally sucking on them?" She walks over to be and bends her head down. She takes one of my nipples in her mouth while a free hand massages my other breast. Another hand is still in my stockings fingering me. What have I done to deserve such bliss?
I came.