Sheets In The Wind

Alexis and Whitney had laundry on the brain, and they saved the best for last—hanging panties out in the sun where the breeze could flip the lace like flags. Both girls picked favorites from the pile, sliding each pair against their skin, laughing as the fabric got tangled between them. One thing led to another; their mouths met hard, tongues sliding while the wind tossed their soft, dark-blonde hair into each other’s faces. Shirts peeled away fast, sun hitting tight teen tits—Alexis cupping Whitney’s small handfuls, Whitney’s lips closing around Alexis’s hard nipples. They dropped to their knees, shorts kicked aside. Alexis pressed her face between Whitney’s cheeks, kissing that firm roundness like it was ripe fruit, then spread her open and dragged her tongue through her shaved slit, tasting fresh and sweet. Whitney moaned louder with every slow lap. She turned, perched on a low wicker stool, legs wide while Alexis worked her clit in quick circles, spit-slick fingers pushing inside. Whitney came up panting, shoved Alexis onto the grass, yanked her tiny panties down, and buried her mouth between her thighs. She sucked Alexis’s smooth lips, then slid two fingers deep, pumping steady while Alexis squirmed. Both girls got their hands busy, fingers sliding in and out, moans matching each thrust. When Alexis hit that spot Whitney kept secret, Whitney lost it—body shaking, screams tearing free. She flipped Alexis onto her side, spooned up behind her, and drove two fingers hard until Alexis clamped down, breath locked, then broke with one long, wet cry. They lay tangled, breathing hard, until Alexis fished clothespins from the basket and Whitney snapped them onto her soft nipples, both girls grinning again as the wind tugged at their hair.