The watching brunette felt her clitoris begin to shiver on the very verge of explosion. It was so exciting to watch the woman she wanted squirming on the bed like a howling whore. She was astounded by Jean's vitality. It thrilled her. It made her long to sample it for herself. The pleasure darts were so compelling. Being a voyeur outside her own cottage was so depraved, and such a turn-on. Eileen couldn't hold out another moment. She just couldn't!
Jean screamed. "Oh Randy! I'm cummm-ingg-g! Oh, again darling! Aaaahhhhhh!"
It was obvious that those words were all the teen had been waiting for. He drove his cock deep into the writhing blonde's cunt.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Eileen's cunt tingled all day with the excitement of what she had witnessed that morning. On the drive back to the cabin, she argued with herself over whether she should try to seduce Jean that very evening. It was an awesome thought. She had never made love to a woman before. The idea of experimenting with such a forbidden fruit roused her passion to glowing heights.
She decided to wait and see what the evening brought. But, if her pulsing cunt was any indicator, she was going to have to seek some satisfaction, and very soon.
That was just how it worked out. They retired to the living room after the meal, a little shaky on their feet from a magnum of Chablis. Eileen opened a fresh bottle of wine and started a fire in the fireplace. Though the night was only slightly cool, the fire was so pleasant to watch. She sat on the floor at Jean's feet, her elbow resting on the couch next to her blonde friend. She felt Jean's contentment, through the building tension of her own excitement.