A Lucky Delay

Charlotte and Anissa barely knew each other a few hours ago, just two girls who caught the same flight and got stuck at the same bed-and-breakfast after the next leg got canned. They hit it off fast, the kind of quick chemistry that usually leads to trouble in the best way. Now they’re alone, chatting like old friends, when Charlotte groans that her back’s killing her from the endless travel. Anissa perks up, offers a rub. Charlotte doesn’t hesitate. Anissa’s hands start on the sore spots, firm but smooth, working down Charlotte’s back until the towel slips and nothing’s hidden. Charlotte’s got that fair, creamy skin under Anissa’s darker touch, curves meeting curves. Anissa keeps going lower, sliding fingers along the blonde’s thighs, feeling Charlotte open up, hips tilting toward the attention. Charlotte bites her lip, moaning soft at first, then louder when Anissa’s fingers slip between her legs and work inside, slick and teasing. Every stroke draws another sound out of her, legs parting wider, hips rolling up to meet Anissa’s hand. They’re both grinning, breathing heavier, the conversation turning filthy and honest. Charlotte admits the delay doesn’t feel so bad now, especially with Anissa’s fingers pumping deep. Anissa laughs, leans in, her own big tits pressing warm against Charlotte’s side as she works her faster. Charlotte’s nipples tighten, her cunt dripping down Anissa’s hand, every stroke hitting just right. The brunette’s got her own top pushed aside, tits out, letting Charlotte’s greedy fingers tug and tease while she keeps her knuckles buried deep. They’re not rushing to catch any flight now. Clothes forgotten, bodies tangled, Charlotte comes hard on Anissa’s hand, shaking, and the brunette grins wide, fingers slick, already hungry for her turn.