Because Rachel was about to come.
Ainsley knew it; Rachel’s breathing was continuing to give her away. And so Ainsley pressed just that little bit harder with her finger as she rubbed Rachel’s clit faster, and then faster still moments later.
Suddenly, Rachel opened her legs a skosh wider and Ainsley turned to look at her just as she felt Rachel’s pelvis start quaking.
Rachel had her bottom lip sucked in between her teeth. Her eyes were closed and she was trembling, her entire upper body and head vibrating as if she was shivering after stepping outside in a snowstorm wearing a bikini. Even in the darkness of the Jeep, Ainsley could see how Rachel’s face was flushed red.
A quick peek downward and Ainsley almost gasped at how Rachel’s erect nipples looked as if they were about to burst through the autographed t-shirt, at how they were pushing against the thin cotton fabric, tenting it above the curve of her breasts.
Ainsley’s own pussy started convulsing also, wanting attention. She was on the edge now herself, the sight of Rachel enduring this orgasm in silence one of the most erotic things she had ever seen. Her mouth gaped open in wonder at seeing the struggle within Rachel; the struggle not to scream out; the struggle not to start bucking wildly on the car seat.
Ainsley actually started to become worried about Rachel’s blood pressure because of how much Rachel was having to keep bottled up.
Time to ease her down…
Ainsley slid her entire hand into Rachel’s panties and simply palmed her pussy, feeling it contracting on the outside, feeling how much wetter Rachel was now.
Come down, baby. Come down…
She sent her thoughts Rachel’s way, knowing they wouldn’t be received but hoping that somehow Rachel’s core would somehow pick up the vibe and release Rachel from the grip of the climax.
Meanwhile, Krissy was informing her friends that, on second thought, she’d like to have the weekend of sex in Paris with Sweden’s number 10 and the weekend of sex in the Bahamas with USA’s number 4.
***
They were dropped off at Ainsley’s, the two women having decided to spend the night there with the idea that tomorrow, Sunday, they’d work together to get more of Ainsley’s life unpacked from the boxes.
As soon as they were in the house, Rachel pulled Ainsley to the bedroom and ordered her to lie down. Then, Rachel shimmied out of her skirt, got on the bed and positioned herself right above Ainsley’s face.
“Oh god!” Ainsley muttered at the sight above her.
Rachel had kept her panties on. They were nothing particularly sexy in terms of cut or style: just a pair of light-blue cotton briefs. The type of underwear a woman puts on to go grocery shopping or to sit at home watching TV. Nonetheless, Ainsley felt herself losing her grip on reality somewhat.
The crotch of Rachel’s panties was soaked. A large damp spot, darker than the rest of the fabric was now hovering just a few inches above her face. The fabric there was so wet, in fact, that it was clingy and Ainsley could see the outline of Rachel’s pussy through it.
She reached up, placing her hands on Rachel’s hips and Rachel, holding onto the headboard, began lowering herself down. When it was within reach, Ainsley stuck out her tongue and with the flat of it licked the wet fabric, tasting Rachel’s essence through it, feeling Rachel’s scent fill her nostrils.
The panties were so wet that by simply pressing against it with her tongue, Ainsley was able to force the sweet-tasting arousal through the cloth and onto her waiting tongue.
“Ainsley!” Rachel sighed.
Ainsley tightened her grip on Rachel’s hips, digging her fingers into the flesh. Meanwhile, with her tongue, she found Rachel’s clit hidden on the other side of the panties and began flicking it over the fabric. Rachel’s orgasm in the car had forced so much come out that the fabric, which should have been a little rough, was actually quite smooth under Ainsley’s tongue.
“Oh my fuck!” Rachel growled. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you!”
The words hit Ainsley’s clit directly and her hips jolted a little.
“I want to come so much tonight!” Rachel went on, now rocking her panties-clad pussy against Ainsley’s tongue. “And fuck I want to make you scream!”
As she licked, Ainsley knew that wasn’t going to take much. She was ready to scream. She was wanting to scream. She needed to scream!
But first, she wanted this to continue. How was this even possible? How was licking another woman’s pussy through her panties making her feel delirious and as if she was on the verge of insanity? How did Rachel know? How did Rachel know that letting her see the evidence of just how much she had come in the car, how drenched her panties were, would make her tremble with lust? How did Rachel know that this of all things would make Ainsley feel as if, for the first time in her life, she was going to come without anything touching her now swollen pussy?
Because she truly was right there! Skating on the edge, ready to fall off!
God, I’m so close!
She managed to get enough of Rachel’s panties into her mouth so she could suck on the material, pulling out the juices locked within the fabric, actually feeling a bit of it dribble down her throat. Then she released the panties and started raking her teeth along that glorious wet spot, knowing the cloth would protect Rachel’s clit from the sharpness of her teeth.