The hesitation is palpable as my desperate direction catches her off guard. I reach up with my free hand and grab one of hers, guiding it down my naked skin and pressing her slender fingers between my legs.
A heavy breath appears in my ear, and a soft whisper asks, “Are you sure?”
“Touch my damn pussy,” I grit through clenched teeth. “before I attack you right here.”
Her fingers slip between my thighs and find my hidden garden… and I groan.
“You really are wet,” she says, sliding through my lips with ease.
“That’s partially your fault,” I reply, “and now I want to feel yours.”
I spin around, dislodging Kara’s fingers. They find my breast again.
“Show me,” is all I say, staring into her darting eyes.
She hesitates, then wordlessly pulls her skirt up with one hand. The skirt is long, and I help her raise it up.
No panties.
“Kara!” I exclaim, seeing her exposed fur, “you didn’t wear any.”
“I told you I was way ahead of you,” she says nervously, fingers still exploring my breast. I hold her skirt with one hand and slip the other between her trembling thighs, feeling for that legendary clit.
God, I almost trip over it.
It’s large beyond my perception. Her knees shudder as I clumsily bump it hard. A whimper escapes her parted lips.
“Oh, I’m sorry Kara,” I try to apologize but my hand remains fused to the extended bit between her legs, “I didn’t realize it was so… ”
“Out there?” she finishes.
“Yeah,” I breathe, sliding the tips of my fingers along her thick nub. It’s dry, but hard as a nail. “How does it feel?” I ask, enthralled with her engorged clitoris.
“Sensitive Becca,” she moans, gripping my tit a little tighter, “very sensitive. Flick it.”
“What?”
“Flick your fingers on it,” she elaborates, reaching her hand down to show me. She presses it to one side and lets it spring back into place, huffing a soft breath. “Like that…”
Seeing her standing there with my hand up her skirt makes me want her like nothing else in the world. I flick her massive clit, and each spring causes an obvious reaction in her body. Her knees weaken, and she holds my shoulder for support.
“That’s so good Becca,” she moans, “I’m getting wet.”
I slide my fingers down and her tender lips part for me. The meat of her body oozes desire, and my slender digits dip inside for a taste.
“Oh god,” she moans and leans against me, “what are you doing?”
I don’t answer, but bring a fingerful of lubricity back to her erect clit and start slicking it up. Kara’s breath catches in her throat as I draw circles around the circumference of her trigger and flick it back and forth.
“I love your juicy clit,” I breathe into her mouth. We are close and getting closer. “I never knew something could be so… addictive.”
“Tell me about it,” Kara shudders as I take her between my thumb and finger, pumping her clit like a little cock. “I have to sit,” she moans shakily and pulls away, backing into a corner with a flat bench bolted to the wall. I follow and drop to my knees, pushing her legs apart.
“Let me see it,” I say softly, pressing steadily outward. Kara leans reluctantly back and spreads her legs for me. I bunch her skirt up, and am immediately treated to the horniest looking sex organ I have ever seen on a woman in my life. It springs from between her lips like a stiff little tongue, clearly excited about something.
“It’s beautiful Kara,” I admire, reaching out… touching it.
“Be careful Becca,” she moans, but opens her thighs completely, “It’s soooo sensitive.”
“Touch it for me,” I say, pulling back a little, “touch your clit, Kara.”
Our soft words are barely noticeable in the changing room, but at that moment another person finds a door and closes it behind them. We both smile at how carried away we’re getting.
Kara leaves her legs wide, and seeing her bare thighs meeting together in a curly bush tangled around her fingers makes me sit on my heels. She starts toying with her clit in ways I’ve never even thought of as her eyes glaze over. A flick, a gentle rub, and then some kind of twisty move that floors me. She expertly shows off her technique as I watch.
Without thinking my hand is between my legs, caressing my drooling patch.
Kara watches. “Is that what you were doing last night,” she asks under her breath, her eyes stroking my exposed flesh.
“No,” I whisper, “but this is.” I push my back against the wall across from her and open my bent knees wide. I reach down and pull my lips open with both hands and work two long fingers up into myself as she watches. Her eyes burst into erotic flame before me.
“Oh Becca,” she mouths inaudibly, “that’s so good.”
Quietly we rub our pussies. Her swollen nub wiggles beneath her touch, and our breathing increases. A moan escapes me, and I cough to cover it up. Kara’s eyebrows lift as her mouth forms a surprised “O”.
Leaving my flame to smolder, I crawl between Kara’s legs to get a better look. I watch intently as she stirs her rubbery clit. I want to touch it again, tweak it, bite it, suck it into my mouth and blow her fucking mind. I don’t.
The other door to the dressing room opens and closes outside our space, and once the footsteps vanish I press my face between Kara’s legs.
“Ooohhh, Beccaaaaah,” she wails, unable to control her heat any longer, “god DAMN that’s it, right there, oh right there Becca, yes… oh god… stop… STOP, you have to stop or I’m gonna… oooohhHHHHH LEE FUCKKKK. GET OFF!”
She shoves me away and crawls to the corner of the fitting room, clutching her hands between her legs. Suddenly I feel horrified at what I’ve done.
“Oh Kara, I’m so sorry,” I plead, “don’t be mad. I didn’t mean it. I’m so, so sorry.” My heart sinks and I feel ridiculous naked on the floor with Kara’s juice on my face.
Then she laughs.
“Oh my god Becca,” she says, turning to face me, “if you would have kept going I would have gotten us arrested.”
“What?”
“Seriously,” she says, “I’m that loud.” She gets to her knees and crawls back to me. “I’m going to make you finish this later though… if you’re still interested, that is.”
Our lips meet, and I realize immediately it’s my first real girl-girl kiss, well, besides me kissing her pussy, GOD… Who does that?
We straighten ourselves and dress. The teddy stays behind as we leave to find some lunch. As we eat, I notice a new spark in Kara I’ve never seen. She laughs more, smiles a lot and is sort of flirty with me. I feel like we’re on a first date, and it’s going well.