Melanie rubbed her own wet cunt against Ariel’s narrow hips, but as good as that felt, the lips at her nipples were the greater cause of her ecstasy. Melanie’s nipples had always been sensitive–she could climax from having them sucked–but the way they felt now was indescribable. The fire in her breasts had never been this intense. She should have reached orgasm long ago. But Ariel was somehow bringing the more experienced woman to levels she’d never known, and best of all, she was keeping her there.
Soon the car was shaking, squeaking, and the interior was fogging up so thickly that the women inside, if they’d bothered to look, wouldn’t have been able to see through the windows. The humidity pouring from their own bodies made the girls’ hair wet, and it clung to their faces or to each other as they kissed, licked, hugged, and humped.
They made love like this for too long; their bodies became tired from being so tense for such a long time, and they’d sweated themselves into dehydration. But they had no plans to stop, and maybe never would have if their clits hadn’t bumped while they were switching thighs to hump. The sensation of feeling clit on clit was more than a spark; more like a transformer exploding, and suddenly their pussies were grinding together almost violently. Together they worked with all their energy toward reaching an orgasm so high and so pure that they were actually afraid of what would happen when it hit.
And then it did hit, overtaking Ariel a split second before Melanie. If their bodies had taken over before, now their bodies didn’t even belong to them. The girls attacked each other and yet flailed about as if they were drowning and desperate to escape the car. There was no control over limbs, or even over the sounds they screamed at the top of their lungs. While Ariel momentarily forgot how to breathe, Melanie told herself that she wanted to kiss the young girl, but her brain was too overloaded to act.
After some time, a length of which neither girl would be able to recall, Melanie collapsed on Ariel, who lay limply beneath her new lover. They took their time catching their breath, but by the time they did, they’d fallen fast asleep.
Melanie had awoken to the sight of many lovers, but when she opened her eyes hours later and saw Ariel standing just outside the car getting dressed, there was something very, very different about it. Melanie had always been in control before. Even is she relinquished it, she was just playing a role. But she was always the one to reach reality first. She was always satisfied.
Tonight was different. She felt a chill that was more than the cool night air that had crept into the garage as she watched Ariel prepare to leave. And she saw the same feeling in Ariel’s face and body language as she hesitated to put on her little bra and tiny panties. The sex had been everything and more, and yet for the first time it wasn’t enough. Melanie didn’t just want another round with Ariel. She wanted Ariel period, and could think of nothing else.