Christina and Paula

7 months ago 12th Feb 13:49

"You look hot," Paula teased. "I think I'm almost as turned on as you." Paula smiled, eyeing her friend, who was now gulping a lemonade. Paula kept her eyes on Christina, and when she clearly had her attention, closed her eyes and moved her hands over her breast, gentley brushing the erect nipple. "Mmmmm...feels good." Christina's mind was spinning hard now. She felt warm and intoxicated. Sweat began to collect on her abdomen and between her breasts and thighs. She smiled at Paula's flirtations, tracing with her eyes the length of Paula’s body and curves.

"Looks like it," Christina heaved, the sight of Paula, the heat and sweat, the soft breeze, the slight buzz from the drink, the arousal twisting her insides and sending pulses through to her erect nipples and glistening labia. "No one around for miles," she said thoughtfully, "Why not?" Her right arm bent at the elbow and her hand cupped her right breast, beginning to massage in very slow rhythms, her fingers pinching gently at her engorged nipple.

"Ohhhh...can I watch?" Paula queried playfully, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. Paula again rolled up on her side exposing her breasts, which betrayed strikingly erect nipples, this time rotating her hips evenly to display her bare pussy parting her legs further to reveal her wet pink aroused pussy. Paula placed her head on one arm and gave her rapt attention to Christina, who, smiling at the question, laid back slightly, closed her eyes, and sighed in complete resignation. "Why not?"

Christina's right hand was now rhythmically kneading and massaging her right breast, pinching and flicking the engorged nipple while her left hand softly caressed her midsection. Shards of pleasure shot from the right nipple and Christina's muscles began to engage involuntarily. Her left breast was jealous. Christina’s right arm extended across her body and dove hungrily into the soft flesh of her breast, kneading avidly while twisting and abusing the nipple. Pleasure rolled in waves through her body, emanating from her breasts and enveloping her whole body. Christina was, without knowing, beginning to slightly spread and retract her legs rhythmically as her pussy ached for attention. Paula could see that the strip of Christina's panties that extended between her legs was now entirely drenched, detailing as it clung to her flesh the length of her slit.

Paula's heart raced and she unknowingly began to massage her nipple again. Christina's eyes were still closed. Her rapid breathing becoming mild moans and sighs. Christina abandoned herself completely to the moment. Her left hand descended along her sweat-beaded abdomen, pressed lightly on her panties, and traced the exterior of the moistened cloth, lightly invading the cleft imprinted there. Her index finger pressed deeper, clearly splaying the flesh beneath, and traced upward and downward the extent of the vertical slit. "Yesssssss," she moaned softly. lowered and grasped the waistband of her panties, her left briefly ascending and gripping the opposite side of the waistband. In one smooth maneuver, Christina pulled the panties from her body, first arching her buttocks off the patio chair, revealing as the panties descended a wedge of dark pubic hair, then, her buttocks returning to the chair and legs extending into the air, the panties now raising upward past her knees as the naked flesh between her legs appeared briefly, the panties removed completely now and tossed aside.

"Oh my," Paula continued playfully, now massaging her nipple with vigor. Christina's long white legs came down again, her body stretched out in length now, her breasts heaving as she returned to position. Christina now spread her legs wide. Paula almost stopped breathing as she looked at Christina in her splendor. A triangle of dark pubic hair pointed downward and at its apex began a perfect slit descending through the tannish-pink soft flesh between her legs, guarded on each side by soft, slightly bulging labia. The labia were clearly engorged and were glistening from Christina's wetness. The smaller lips, hood, and orifice beneath were still obscured within the central cleft. Christina's head extended back and her eyes remained closed. Her right hand descended quickly, failing to explore her inner thighs or pubis, instead invading hungrily between the upper portion of her labia into the deeper pussy beneath. Christina's middle finger pressed one lip to the side, widening her slit and unveiling a reddish, dripping hood of flesh capping the deeper orifice, flanked on each side by engorged, moistened lips. Her index finger pressed the flesh just beneath the hood, retracting it slightly to uncover her erect clitoris. She now moaned heavily, arching her back, contracting the muscles of her torso and legs.

Her left hand now descended and her fingers pulled impatiently at the left border of her slit, grasping repeatedly at the moist, yielding pink flesh. Her right middle finger splayed wider the flesh of her pussy, opening herself fully for access to the clitoris and orifice beneath. Her right index finger massaged in a circular fashion her clitoris, first slowly, and then more rapidly. The small lips surrounding her vaginal opening were pulled as the clitoris was pressed and encircled. Christina moaned and heaved. Her right index finger occasionally stopped circling to rub the shaft of the clitoris. Christina now used her fingers from her left hand to hold her lips wide and then penetrated herself with her left index and middle finger. Continuing to manipulate her clitoris, Christina invaded and fingered her pussy in steady rhythm, fingering deep and then withdrawing in rapid repetition. She was now arching so extensively that her buttocks left the patio chair completely. She cried loudly now. Completely abandoned to her self-invasion, Christina could not hear or see Paula, who, now softly massaging the flesh of her pussy, was hypnotized by Christina masturbating.

"Oh God. Yes. Fuck yourself. Ohhhh...deeper...yes...use your fingers. Ohh. Touch your clit...yes...fuck yourself deeper." Christina was now arching her whole body and was so wide her left leg was resting on the patio table. Her muscles contracted rigidly. Her fingers splayed herself desperately apart and her fingers penetrated deeply into her dripping pussy. Her breath was light and rapid. Circling, penetrating, arching, moaning, faster and deeper, Christina screamed and climaxed. She collapsed to the patio chair, drenched in sweat and breathing deeply, her heart racing. Her eyes were still closed and a smile drifted on to her lips.

"Wow! That was...beautiful. You fucked yourself hard."

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