And now as I lay on top of him, I was incredibly horny and I was glad to see he was already naked and hard for me. I sat up on his stomach causing my ...ussy lips to grip his cock. “Damn sis, you are really wet. The storm wasn’t the only reason you came to my room was it?” I smiled to myself in the darkness. I rubbed my pussy back and forth across the shaft of his cock. “I told you earlier that I wanted you to fuck me. And plus you owe me for the blowjobs.” He responded to that by turning so that. She moaned. “Stacy, fuck me,” I said. “Your pussy feels so good. Fuck me harder”. I sucked on her nipple again, my hand stroking and teasing the other. Stacy began grinding harder. The car doors opened and the two women got out, still talking. They were dressed in jeans and t-shirts and looked like they were two friends going for a walk on a warm early summer evening. They stood, talking, taking in the view of the country side, completely unaware that we were only meters away, our naked. I thought to myself that as long as it is not a red signal, I should continue doing what I was doing. Then after 5 minutes her ass also started moving in harmony with my dick and at that moment I knew I had her. I pushed her around and forced her back against the wall. Both of us were breathing heavily and wanted each other. I came close to her and kissed her with all y force. In retaliation, she put her hands on my cheek and inserted her tongue in my mouth.We were kissing each other furiously.. So what if I'm a stripper? A woman who dances nude for paying men. I'm not trying to hid a thing.Still why do I wear the coat then? If she already knows who I am, why do I try to hid it from her? That's what she must be thinking. She probably laughs at me for hiding what I am.I do suppose there's no use wearing it any more. She assuredly knows what I wear beneath it. No reason to hide what she must already know, that I'm a stripper.Fine, I'll remove it. Then maybe she can shut up and stop.