The heat of the city was almost unbearable. Tania and Helen had moved to separate bedrooms as even the merest touch of bodies as they lay trying to sleep was unbearable. This heatwave had lasted for a week, and they hadn’t made love in bed in that time.
Yesterday they had filled up the spa bath with cold water and turned on the massage jets. That had provided some relief as they each masturbated against the force of water pounding their clits. Helen had then massaged Tania’s breasts against the water and they had kissed deliciously, passionately. Tania ran her hands along Helen’s back, down her buttocks and around her pelvis. She cupped her mons of venus and slid three fingers urgently inside Helen’s hole. She twisted her fingers around, extending them against the walls, and feeling the sticky moisture within. Helen rode the fingers, pressing down, causing Tania’s fingers to slide higher until they hooked around the curve of her cunt to The Spot. She pressed more urgently, forward in the vagina, as Helen arched her back, let out a gutteral moan and shook her cumming. Helen then went to work on Tania’s tits. She knew just how to make Tania cum – by prolonged sucking and flicking and rolling of her pierced nipples, whilst pressing her knee to her pussy and allowing Tania to rub herself backward and forward.
Some way south of the city was a national park, a cool, forested area, where a not-too-strenuous climb led to a waterfall. The other attraction was a guest house and farm nearby, run by dykes, for dykes. Helen and Tania decided to take a break from the city and seek refuge in the cooler mountain air. A last minute cancellation meant they could secure a booking at the guest house.
Helen drove, and it has to be said that Helen is a bit of a lead-foot on the accelerator. About 30 kilometres away from their retreat, they were pulled over by the highway patrol. A cop aged about 30 emerged from the car. God, thought Tania, I always adore those leather jackets on female cops. A shot of wetness hit her panties as the cop sauntered around to the drivers’ window and spoke to Helen. She leaned right in, her tits resting against the bottom of the rolled down window.
“So, do you know you were doing 105 in a 100 zone?”
Helen feigned surprise, though her protestations sounded rather hollow even to Tania!
“Any excuses?”
“I had no idea” Helen tried again, as the cop wrote the ticket.
“Where you two headed on such a hot day?”
“Oh, we’re escaping from the city, headed for the guest house on the mountain,” Tania leaned over and offered.
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