Dressing to Thrill

"Mmm, good?" I nod eagerly in reply.

"Let's see..." and she's now delving one of her hands into me and one into herself, and then rubbing one on each nipple. I follow suit and only just stop myself from rubbing both our clits, hard like I want to, and instead smother her stiff peaks in the two juices. She really does have some amazing ideas. And she just keeps having them.

"Ok, I think we both feel amazing on our tits, yes? But who tastes the best?" And suddenly I'm looking down at her toffee coloured hair as she shunts in close and takes my right nipple between her lips. Her eyes find mine as she looks up and pokes her tongue out, curling it to surround my rosy little poker. She's probing her tongue in and out, teasing me by pushing my nipple with it.

"Yes! Oh sweet baby yes, so good. Mmmm." I hadn't even realised I'd vocalised my desire until I see her smile up at me before lapping greedily at my tortured nipple, then pulling back a bit to announce,

"Must attend the twin, incase it gets jealous". My tit jiggles in her face as I laugh, she has trouble catching my big bud on the neglected 'twin' so brings a hand up and grasps it, squeezing it into even more of a cone shape, covering it with her open mouth, tongue flicking and licking. I have to stifle my deep throaty groans of pleasure with a fist, hardly believing the pleasure another human is giving me right now. I've had many boyfriends, all of whom have loved my breasts, but none have given me anywhere near as much action as they derive from them themselves. I'm going to be masturbating to this memory forever now. I'll have my clit strummed silly...

It's like I've conjured up her hand. It's now pressed tight against my pussy, sliding up and down my slippery entrance, her fingers barely entering but the pleasure from her probing thumb on my clit is mind blowing. It's tentative, but as I grind against it she presses harder, rubbing in stronger little circles.

"I swear, I will gush all over your hand if you don't stop that".

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No. Hell no. But fairs only fair, I want to feel a big long stiff nipple in my mouth, other than my own."

"You can suck yours!? You lucky thing! My tits are too flat to reach." Her girly pout shouldn't be sexy, but it is. I grab my right breast and show her how I flick the tip with my tongue, then slowly bend my head and draw the nipple in until it's disappeared into my mouth. She claps like I've performed a magical circus trick then demands impatiently "do mine next!! Do mine!"

So I let my nipple slip out of my mouth in a wet popping sound, we both watch as it quivers before coming to rest, and I lick a trail from her neck down to her little round boobs. I hook my forefinger around one nipple and pull on it gently while I head for the other, and suckle it greedily between my lips. I know she is saying words, but all I hear is her tone, it's one of urgent gratitude. I'm doing something right. I can't hear what she's saying because I'm almost drowning her words out as I moan my pleasure at having a strange big tit on my tongue. I want to do everything with it at once, but first I settle for a light nibbling. I swear it's growing like an eager little penis against my lips, swelling in size and girth, so I drag the rough centre of my tongue against the turgid tip. Relaxing into a stroking rhythm with my tongue I start to bob my head, clasping my lips tight around the base and slid my mouth up and down in microscopic movements, but enough so that my nose is pressed against the swell of her breast one moment and my lips are just about covering the nipple tip the next moment, my tongue still keeping full contact.

"Yes, oh yes, face fuck my big nipple, mmmm, gobble my big nipple up like it's a juicy little cock, oh fuck yes. Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Oh!!"

Her dirty talk reaches my ears and spurs me on, so, releasing her ravaged tit I grab it and thumb the warm, still wet rubbery tip and switch my mouth to the neglected one, repeating my mini blow job on it.

Despite being smaller than me she is strong, and is able to hook my waist with one leg and pull me one way while pushing me the other, until I am practically lying on the floor. My legs have to slide up the wall to make room for my torso to lie flat and now she's on top of me. Reluctantly she pulls her own breast away from my slobbering mouth with a whimper, and slides her pussy from its wet spot on my stomach, nestling it against my crotch. She hooks on arm around one of my thighs and hugs it to her chest as she turns side on from me, her pussy now mashed right into mine as she angles her body perfectly to grind clits.

"Is this what you wanted earlier? Mmm, feel good?"

I can't speak yet. My senses are so heightened, she's grinding right on my pleasure core, pressing my button with perfect precision, I'm finding it difficult to just breath and arrange the words for a reply.

"Yes. Oh. Oh yesss." Is all I can muster.

"Drag your nails on my ass again, just near the hole, but not on it." She demands. She has crisscrossed our bodies so that her torso is now pressed against the wall of the cubicle along with my right leg as she's turned sideways on me, the side of her ass visible as it humps against me, picking up speed. I do as she asks and run my nails over her skin in ever decreasing circles, then tapping her cheek gently with my palm, spanking her between nail scratches. She seems to like it. A lot.

Just as I begin to feel the tell tale grip of cramp in the leg pressed against the wall she begins to raise her body up even higher, crashing her pussy down on mine even harder, building momentum with her tiny super strength until all thoughts of cramp, and everything else, are long gone.

I'm cumming. I don't even have time to announce it. I want to hold back until she cums too but the horse has bolted now. I can feel my own ass smack into the wall as she rides me hard, the cool pressure of the wood delicious on my sticky flushed skin. I'm riding the crest of the wave, still up there, fearing the crash onto the other side as I never ever want this feeling to end. Just as I think I've peaked I feel her body tense, her arms gripping my thigh let go and she arches her back, pushing herself against the wall with her hands above her head, her body rigid as she pulsates her hips against my pussy. The beautiful, incredibly erotic sight, the sounds of her moans and scent of our mingled sex hits me like a physical thing and my clit rocket launches another wave of pleasure, stronger than before, and I ride and ride it until I simply can't take any more. I actually have to halt my orgasm myself. I know I can keep rocking against this amazing, eager girl. She has seemingly stopped cumming herself and is vocally encouraging me to keep orgasming. For her. So, panting, I attempt to keep rocking against her but I shake my head no.

"I'm done, my legs are gone, I can't..." My protests undeter her. She unmounts me and comes to kneel beside me.

"Sit up."

She has to help me raise my exhausted body into a sitting position. Spreading her knees she leans in and kisses me, whispers against my lips.

"Do me while I do you." and lifts my hand to her mound. Deftly she slides two fingers into my well lubricated vagina, strums my clit with her thumb and almost seamlessly continues her orgasmic assault on my body. Unsure of what to do exactly I take her lead and slip two finger into her and she eagerly demands another.

I plunge my three fingers In and out of her as she strokes my insides and rubs my sweet spot until the tides of pleasure start to wash over me again. I don't attempt to interrupt their crashing waves this time, and greedily accept her tongue in my mouth as I feel her drip wetter and wetter until her pussy juices run silkily down my arm. I keep cumming. And cumming. Her moans against my mouth turn to grunts as she shudders and tightens her pussy around my fingers, clasping my arm tight in her strong thighs. I feel my orgasm start to calm down, but then fingers on her free hand find my nipples, and she's tugging on one, then the other, sending me into a other realm of ecstasy. I know I'm spent. I have to stop. I won't ever be able to walk again at this rate. I'm bound to be dehydrated by now. I hold on for a few more moments of mind altering pleasure pain...

And now I really am spent. And satisfied. And totally exhausted. She collapses against me and we lie there, basking in the utter joy of such unexpected and extreme orgasms. Within moments though, we both register a low groan, obviously not coming from either of us, and as it continues there's an accompanying rocking sound of furniture. Being lighter on her feet, and altogether more nimble and me, she jumps up and pulls open the door. There is a naked woman, looks to be in her early 30s, her head tilted back, eyes closed in her own private ecstasy and she's straddling the abandoned stool, her pussy juices mingling with ours. She is grasping a breast in one hand while the other is making a fist between her legs, her slippery wet pussy grinding against the knuckles of her hand. She suddenly becomes aware of us and blushes, a full on rosy glow over her whole body. Slowing her grinding down she starts to speak, in a raggedy breathed American accent.

"Oh! Could you girls see me through this here little gap?? I thought only I could see you. Thank you girls. I'd had the best half hour of my life, jilling myself senseless to the sounds of you in the cubicle next door. I thought you'd caught me out when the door opened, but you were just getting rid of this stool. I came out to sniff it but noticed I could see you in the gap above the door lock, so hung around to watch. You girls sure know how to orgasm! Woo wee, I've never lasted this long before, but then I've never seen nipples so long before. I think I've found me a fetish!"