"Nothing like a little vino to soothe the ravaged soul."

"Mmmmmm… I think I'm getting sleepy. I've been up since five this morning. Definitely not my usual schedule!"

They said good-night. Jean went to bed. Eileen curled up in the living, room with a book. She was lost in it for hours. On the way to her bedroom, she heard a strange noise coming from Jean's bedroom. The sound startled her and frightened her. She was sure her exhausted friend must be sound asleep at this hour.

Tiptoeing to the bedroom door, Eileen pushed it open just a crack and peeked inside. Jean had the bedside light on. It was easy for the petite brunette to see what was going on.

Jean was lying on top of the covers on the bed. Her heels were pulled back to her thighs. Her legs were wide open. Her fingers were pumping in and out of her widespread pussy-gash. The pink expanse of cunt-flesh glistened in the subdued light. "Uuuuuuhhhh!" Jean's eyes were closed as she rocked her head recklessly from side to side on the pillow. It was obvious that the younger woman was completely caught up in her lewd nighttime antics.

With prurient interest, Eileen wondered whether Jean had been playing this way ever since she came to bed. Or had her friend waited until she thought Eileen was asleep? Whatever the situation, it was obvious the beautiful blonde was extremely horny, too horny to worry about, discovery. Instead of covertly stoking her cunt under the covers in the pitch dark, she had her pussy bared to the room, and the light on for the benefit of unseen prying eyes.

Eileen thought she had never seen anything as rousing as the way the blonde's fingers sluiced in and out of her wet greedy cunt-hole. Jean's fingers gleamed with the erotic coating of her plentiful juices. Her red fingernails hovered tauntingly at the opening to her pussy before they surged up inside.

Every time Jean wailed out hot pleasure at each new entry, Eileen felt a sympathetic pang of lust inside her own moistening pussy. Automatically her hand reached for her pubic mound. She clutched it feverishly, and even through the heavy material of her jeans her clitoris responded to the stimulus. It throbbed and swelled to greedy arousal.