She is naked, too, but her body lacks detail, like my reflection in the condensed mirror. I feel a sort of vulnerability, led before her in the bath. ...y nipples are hard and there is a warmth beginning to grow in my crotch.My friend turns to leave and I call out after her. I don’t want to be left alone.She speaks then, in a whisper. Just five words. And what she whispers is this: “It’s just one night, hen.”The sun sets. The bedroom is dark and the night has come. I twist in the sheets, trying. He licked up and down the slit several times, then reinserted his two beefy, strong fingers inside my love canal again.I grabbed the sheets in my two fists. He didn't let up his force and determination, and he could sense I was close to cumming. He moved his mouth to my inner thigh and moved his thumb to my clit and started rubbing it."Oh, fuck. I am going to cum. Don't stop," I breathed heavily.Just like that, I was sent over the edge. I came, hard. I squirted, and he drank my juices. After he. It was blowing a cold wind once we rounded the corner and Yvonne linked her arm through mine and put her hand in my jacket pocket to keep it warm.“God it cold up here” she said “Is it always this cold?”“You’ll get used to it,” I said“It’s not a place to wear stockings, that wind is blowing right up my skirt,” She saidThe thought of her last words raced through my mind, just the mention of stockings had me going. I slipped my hand inside my jacket pocket and clutched her hand as we walked.We. The tantalizing glimpse of Kim's control top beneath her shorts and the way her knee bent as she idly stroked her left foot along the length of her right leg. As I looked on, Melanie lifted her foot, swinging her lower leg back and forth in a girly, innocent way. My eyes followed the arc of her toes as it lazily swung back and forth. It felt like an invitation, a beckoning forward, an incitement to explore, to touch, to taste.I pulled back, realizing at the last moment that I was drifting.