Bus Riders

Miles of country sped by, the trees making a green blur in the
darkness out the window of the bus.  Clara stretched, curling up
against Paloma’s shoulder, her hair brushing against Paloma’s smooth
cheek.  She reached out, her hand brushing over Paloma’s breast.  The
passengers on the bus were all sleeping, ignoring the hum of the bus
engine as they sped through the night.

Paloma shifted slightly, bringing the curve of her breast fully into
Clara’s hand.  Clara drew her fingers back and then forward again,
teasing Paloma’s nipple lightly.  It hardened and Clara pressed more
firmly against it as her hand dove forward again, sliding between the
buttons on Paloma’s shirt.

Reaching over, Paloma pulled the jacket Clara had been sleeping under
over both of their laps.  Clara’s fingers were working their way under
the lace of Paloma’s bra, and when she found the stiff bud of Paloma’s
nipple, she pulled on it as Paloma stifled a gasp of pleasure.  She
turned to face Clara and wiggled her fingers under the waistband of her
jeans.

Clara was nuzzling Paloma’s neck as she toyed with her soft breasts. 
The vibration of the bus as it rattled down the highway made her lips
brush firmly against Paloma’s skin.  She inhaled, sucking in her
stomach as Paloma’s fingers worked their way under the soft cotton of
her panties, through the tangle of hair above her pussy, and then
finally into the warm wetness itself.  She sighed in pleasure as Paloma
moved her fingers lower, wiggling her middle finger inside Clara’s
soaking slit and resting her thumb on her clit.

“Yesssss,” Clara hissed in Paloma’s ear, nipping lightly at the soft
flesh as Paloma pressed her thumb firmly against Clara’s clit.   She
drew her hand back out of Paloma’s shirt and headed lower, pulling back
the elastic of Paloma’s waistband and moving her hand down to cover her
wet pussy.

Clara wiggled her fingers between Paloma’s cunt lips and thrust a
finger inside her friend’s sopping slit as Paloma did the same, pushing
her finger deep inside and pressing it forward to find her g-spot.  Her
thumb was working quickly over Clara’s clit, and Clara was breathing
heavily, struggling to concentrate on bringing Paloma the same pleasure.

“Fuck me,” Paloma muttered, turning her head and finding Clara’s mouth
with her own.  The woman kissed roughly, the seats vibrating under
their thighs, making their fingers quake as they explored each other’s
cunts.  Restrained by the wet fabric of Paloma’s panties, Clara
withdrew her finger and then plunged two back inside, spreading the
tunnel of Paloma’s twat for her.  She began finger-fucking her with
quick, hard strokes.

Their breath mingled in each other’s mouths, spraying over their
tongues as they continued kissing, stifling their moans with their lips
to keep from waking the other passengers.  Paloma’s thumb paused and
then flicked across Clara’s clit again, and Clara pushed her fingers
firmly into Paloma’s pussy as she came.  Paloma was jerking in her own
climax, her head pressing back against the bus seat as her cunt
trembled around Clara’s exploring fingers.

They drifted off to sleep, cradled in each other’s arms, their fingers
stained with each other’s juices.  When they awoke the next morning,
the bus had stopped.  They gathered their things and headed off the
bus.