Meanwhile, a soft hand slipped under my shirt and came to rest on my stomach.All this extracurricular touching was new to me. Why the hand on my bell...? What was the purpose of it? And what would I do when my hand reached its destination? Sure enough, I hit paydirt--her panties. But my fingers only bounced around clumsily. Meanwhile, the warm hand on the cool skin of my stomach felt divine.She had me seriously worked up. I was breathing much too heavily. Our tongues were dancing. The two women had attracted the usual male and female voyeurs. They used a tissue to dry each other lightly and began making lascivious gestures at each other. The other woman was also working class but a good 15 to 20 years younger than Rachel. Her hair was in a bun and she wore a short cheap cotton dress. Someone found a mattress that was leaning against the inside of a building and threw it in the field near the two women. People gathered around the mattress to watch the show. Both women had. "Hm-mmm, yeah..." She softly moaned with sexual tension, nodding her beautiful head."That is very naughty." I licked my lips."Yeah, but it felt so good." She told me, her voice in a soft groan. She started softly grinding her wet pussy on my stomach."I bet it was." I moaned with her."You want to taste him on me?" She asked me, moving up a little further on me."Yes please." I nervously respond.She moved right up on my body, and sat down right on the top of my chest, her naked bare wet pussy. . . We came closer and closer . . . . We forgot everything and lip locked which lasted for 3-4 minutes. . We were breathing heavily. . She stopped and got up from me and left the room. . While having dinner we didn’t look at each other. . . Lot of things was going in our brains. I thought probably we did something wrong and decided not to repeat but something else was to happen! Next day our parents left for some relative’s house for 3 days to attain a marriage. We didn’t talk half a day then.