Purple Panties

“Our clothes?” she reminded me breathlessly. “I want to see all of you.”

So did I. The taste of her skin, the smell of her light perfume and lighter musk was beginning to do nasty things to my cunt.

I let go and straightened, not daring to look her way again, until I’d toed off my shoes and pushed my jeans and panties to the floor. When I finally looked up, she stood close, her gaze traveling down my body.

“Did you wax it?” she asked, sounding breathless, her gaze glued to my naked pussy.

“I like it smooth,” I whispered.

Her pale wispy bush didn’t do a thing to hide her pinkening labia.

My tongue swept out to lick my dry mouth.

Annegret turned to the wall and maneuvered the bed down from the hidden cubby. Smaller than a twin mattress, still, I thought we’d have room. Images of us clit-diving had me almost smiling.

“The linens,” she murmured.

I gathered them and we made the bed, all the while looking each other over. Once when she bent to tuck a sheet beneath the mattress, I got a glimpse of her pussy from behind and was tempted to slip my fingers inside to fuck her, but I was afraid I’d move too fast. Appear like an eager puppy begging for a meal or scratch.

“Lie down,” she said, and reached for the switch to dim the lights.

I didn’t feel comfortable lying with my feet toward the door. I didn’t quite trust the attendants wouldn’t enter, so I faced the window and lowered myself, making room for her between my legs.

When she climbed over me and her knees scraped softly along my inner thighs, I gasped, but opened wider beneath her. When the soft, curling hair on her mons brushed my smooth cunt, I planted my feet in the mattress and tilted my hips up to rub my pubic bone hard against hers.

She came over me, resting on one elbow, her tight nipples dragging over the tops of my breasts.

I’d never felt anything like it, surrounded by her sweet scent, blanketed by her soft skin…Added to the gentle vibrations coming from the speeding train, and my whole body hummed with pleasure.

Her fingers cupped my cheek; a thumb rubbed my lower lip, then the upper. “You know, you can touch me too,” she said with a small smile.

Her invitation unlocked me from my small moment of indecision. I lifted my arms and brought them around her, smoothing my hands down her back to cup the globes of her small ass, pressing my fingers into softness.

I glided my fingers down her cleft, touched her little asshole, making her gasp and grind her pubic bone against mine.

Feeling a little more confident that her body might react the same as mine, I reached lower, sliding between her moist folds to rim her opening. “I’ve had this image in my mind…,” I whispered.

“Of what, Nicole?” she said, bending down to slide her lips along my cheek.

“Me, eating you out.”

Soft laughter gusted against my ear. “I like where your mind is going. Do you want to try it?”

“Please. But I want to do it from behind you.”

“Then I won’t be able to touch you,” she said, raising her head to give me a pout.

“Plenty of time for that, huh? We don’t get to Vienna until eight.”

Her eyes glittered with excitement. Her cheeks flushed. “All right, then.”

After a few breathless, laughing moments, we repositioned ourselves. This time I didn’t even mind my ass pointed right at the door, because her ass raised high in front of me as she fell forward on her hands.

“Put your face on the mattress,” I said, wanting her pussy tilted at my mouth.

Her pussy, already glistening and slick, lifted higher.

So, this is what it looked like, when a guy knelt behind me. Other than the colors—creamy, pink outer lips, the thinner inner lips a deep rose, there wasn’t much difference between hers and mine. I parted her with my thumbs, bent close to breathe in the rich scent of her arousal and stuck out my tongue for a taste.