Bottoms up! - part II.

She met Cayenne at the bar just after dark. A couple of drinks loosened them fast. Soon the two girls were trading soft touches under the table, thighs brushing, breath growing heavier. One glass became three. The room felt warm. Cayenne leaned in and let her fingers slide up the blonde’s skirt, stroking slowly until her friend shivered. They teased each other in quick, hungry touches, the alcohol making every brush of skin sharper. The brunette’s hand found the blonde’s bare ass, squeezing. The blonde answered with a quiet moan and pressed her own palm between Cayenne’s legs. Nobody noticed. The girls kept going, getting bolder, their laughter turning into low sighs. By the time the pub closed, their bodies were humming with need. They left together, hands never leaving each other’s skin, ready to finish what the drinks had started.