Trail Mix

“Let’s stop here,” said Donna, the trail guide.

Kit reined her horse in, and slid off, her thighs protesting from the
exertion of riding for so long. It had been rainy earlier, but now it
was beautiful and clear, the mountains spreading out on all sides of
them, lush and green in the summer sun. “It’s gorgeous,” Kit said.

“No place I’d rather be,” Donna answered, flipping her sandy blonde
ponytail over her shoulder. She was tall and slender, but muscular.
Her skin was tanned a deep bronze from being out in the sun all day.

Kit lay down on the ground. “Ooh, my thighs,” she moaned, rubbing her
aching legs.

Donna laughed and knelt beside her. “A little sore? I can rub them
for you if you like.” Without waiting for an answer, she slid her
strong hands over Kit’s legs, rubbing the tight muscles through her
jeans.

“Ung,” was all Kit could manage to say as Donna worked her magic.
Relaxation spread through her stiff legs as Donna massaged her thighs.
But Kit was also aware of a growing dampness between her legs, and her
nipples were pressing against her thin cotton t-shirt.

“Does that feel good?” Donna asked, her hands sliding higher up Kit’s
thighs until her finger were so close to Kit’s now decidedly wet cunt
that Kit shivered. She rubbed Kit’s thigh muscles, her fingertips
brushing against the seam of Kit’s jeans that lay directly over Kit’s
hardening clit.

Kit didn’t think she’d be able to stand it if Donna didn’t touch her
pussy soon. But then Donna’s hand slid up and pressed hard against her
clit, shoving the dampened denim against Kit’s clit. The bulge of the
fabric scraped pleasurably over Kit’s aching clit, and she shuddered in
a small orgasm, her pussy throbbing as if to pull Donna’s exploring
fingers inside her.

She leaned back and Donna followed, her weight pressing on Kit’s body
as her mouth found Kit’s, and the women kissed, Donna’s finger still
stroking Kit’s hot cunt through her jeans. Kit reached for Donna’s
breasts, fingering the other woman’s small tits through her thin
flannel shirt. Donna fumbled with Kit’s zipper and Kit held her breath
until the delicious sensation of Donna’s finger parting her cunt lips
made her shiver with delight.

Donna’s finger were rough and calloused, wide like a man’s, but her
fingertips were gentle. Kit’s hands were shaking as she pushed aside
Donna’s shirt and lifted her head to tongue the other woman’s breasts.
Donna smelled like sweat and horses and the summer sun shining ahead.
She licked Donna’s tits, make her moan as her fingers continue softly
stroking Kit’s engorged pussy lips.

Kit moaned sharply and bit Donna’s nipple lightly as she came again,
harder this time. When Donna sensed Kit’s orgasm, she thrust her
fingers deep inside Kit’s pussy, fucking her with two rough fingers,
extending Kit’s pleasure just as if she’d had a hard cock buried inside
her.

Donna removed her fingers from Kit’s clutching cunt and slipped them
into Kit’s open mouth so she could suck her own juices. Holding
Donna’s broad hand in her own, Kit slurped hungrily. “You like the
taste of pussy?” Donna smiled.
“Mmmm,” Kit answered, still licking. Donna stood and stripped off her
own jeans and then lowered her cunt onto Kit’s mouth.

“Then taste mine,” she said, as Kit’s tongue came into contact with
her sopping twat. The heavy scent of Donna’s pussy filled Kit’s nose
as her juices dripped down over Kit’s face. Donna rode her mouth as
though she were on a horse, moving her hips back and forth softly over
Kit’s probing tongue.

As she licked Donna’s slit, Kit slipped her hand down under her jeans
to finger her own aching pussy. Donna pulled at Kit’s hair as though
she were jerking the horse’s reins, guiding her head this way and that,
forcing Kit’s tongue deep inside her hole and then back to her thick,
long clit.

Slamming her fingers deep inside her own pussy, Kit came again, her
dripping cream soaking her hand. She bit down involuntarily on Donna’s
hard clit, causing Donna to jerk Kit’s hair roughly and scream into the
wilderness as she came herself. A flood of pussy juice spread over
Kit’s tongue as Donna came. Kit fucked her tongue rapidly in and out
of Donna’s pussy, licking all the nectar from the trail guide’s twat.

The women stripped off their clothes and rolled around on the ground
together, kissing, their hands roving over each other’s bodies,
pinching clits and nipples and stroking assholes lightly. They were
covered with dirt and dried leaves, sticking to the trails of juices
pouring down their thighs. Panting, they settled into a 69 and ate
each other to another pair of wild orgasms, coming sweaty and sweet on
each other’s tongues.

When they had worn themselves out, Kit and Donna brushed off each
other’s bodies, kissing, and dressed. They climbed back on their
horses and headed off into the mountains, the gentle rocking motion of
the horses’ steps stimulating their well-licked cunts as the pleasure
of their afternoon became a sexy memory.