Threading the Needle Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

Threading the Needle Ch. 11

... When she finally decided she waited long enough, far less time than she guessed had actually passed.

She carefully wiggled until she was as much in the middle as possible, and then she reached down and slipped her fingers under her panties. They traced over her pussy in a feathery touch. As if she didn't already know, the wetness that gathered on her fingertips betrayed her. She made an almost silent gasp as she dipped one finger at the bottom of her pussy lips and drew it up. Her body shuddered involuntarily.

Winnie held her breath. Sleep still hadn't come, and now there was no chance. The rhythmic sound of movement removed any question about what Lena was doing. Opening up her eyes, she could see her face in the dim light. Her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed. Her breathing was getting faster, rasping slightly in the back of her throat. The scratchy sound of her arm against the sleeping bag fabric grew more urgent. The starlight was enough to see her bite her lip.

As hard as it was, Winnie held herself back. Her own pussy was as wet as she imagined Lena's must be. She wanted to unzip her bag, do the same for Lena, and then her hand could take over there. Even through the sleeping bag, she heard the faint squishy sound as Lena's fingers slid in and out of her pussy. "How tight is she," Winnie wondered. "Would her pussy grasp my fingers like mine does? And how would she taste?" She always tasted herself when she masturbated, and wondered about other ...

... women.

Lena was completely oblivious to Winnie's watching eyes. Her other hand was pulling on her hard nipples, moving from one to the other. Her hips lifted up against her fingers, allowing her to go deeper. Her heavy breathing graduated to panting as her fingers increased in speed. She felt a moan trying to burst forth and bit down harder on her lip. A low inarticulate noise still managed to escape. Her body arched and she spread one leg a little wider to give herself better access. It stretched her sleeping bag tight.

As the bag stretched, her knee brushed against Rikki. It was so slight that she didn't realize it, but it was enough to disturb Rikki's fitful sleep. Her eyes opened with a start, not certain what woke her. Before she could move, she heard another of Lena's stifled cries. It was readily apparent what she was up to and what intruded on her sleep. Lying motionless, she felt the knee touch her again. This time there was pressure on it, but Lena was too far gone to be aware of it. With each thrust of her finger, her knee pressed against Rikki. Her excitement rippled out, infecting both of the other women.

Lena added another finger and pressed the center of her palm against her mound. It was covered with her slick juices and slide easily back and forth over her clit. The tension in her built and she felt the breaking point approaching. "God, don't let me cry out," she thought frantically.

As she listened, Winnie's fingers stroked a breast. Her areole ...