Chapter 32

After ten minutes with the heater turned up to full blast, the back seat of the Cadillac was warm enough for the two women to dispense with the heavy winter coats they had bundled up in again. They stripped them off and lounged against them, then Caroline scooted over on the seat to where she was sitting next to Anita. Reaching out, she put her hands under the hem of Anita’s bulky sweater and caressed the redhead’s soft belly. At Anita’s startled look, she commented, “Anita, shopping for fuck clothes always makes me so horny, and Tony’s busy.” She leaned forward and kissed Anita on the lips gently as she slid her hands upwards, to cup Anita’s D-cup tits.

Anita let out a small moan into Caroline’s mouth as their tongues dueled briefly, luxuriating in the feel of Caroline’s fingertips on her sensitive nipples. She tugged her sweater up and over her breasts, then reached out to return the favor. Her fingers were quite experienced at unbuttoning her husband’s shirts; the reversal of the buttons on a woman’s shirt proved no difficulty. Caroline twisted slightly and Anita spread the shirt wide open and fondled the puffy nipples inside.

Both women lingered, lips connected and fingers toying with the other’s tits, but it was Anita who proved more aggressive. She began unsnapping Caroline’s waistband and unzipping the woman’s loose jeans, then shoved her hand inside to touch the shaved pussy inside. Caroline’s crotch emanated a hot and damp musk that eloquently announced her arousal. Pushing closer, Anita lowered her face to the nearest breast, licking and sucking the distended nipple as she began probing for Caroline’s clitoris. Caroline moaned lushly as she sagged back into the cushions. Anita then switched tits, sucking the far one as she used her free hand on the now wet breast. Her other hand found the mark, slipping a finger inside the cuntslit that was now pumping out a steady flow of pussy juice, rubbing back and forth against the blood engorged clit. Caroline shrieked as she began orgasming.

Anita took Caroline through an extended cum, letting her peak and come down, then taking her back up for a second, harder orgasm. Afterwards, she relented, and Caroline opened her eyes. Coming out of her pleasure-induced trance, she gazed blankly at Anita and said, “Oh that was so good. More?”

Anita grinned and pulled her sweater over her head, then kicked off her shoes and skinned off her jeans. “Uh, uh. It’s my turn.” She lay back against her coat and spread her legs wide.

Caroline laughed. “You bitch!” Facing the front of the car, she said, “Tony, watch the road!” Tony chuckled at this, then Caroline turned back and finished undressing. She twisted around on the spacious back seat, and lay down, half on the seat and kneeling on the floor. She pressed her face into Anita’s crotch and began to nibble gently on the soft flesh of her inner thighs.

Anita gasped as Caroline’s teeth gently nipped her skin, then let out a low groan as Caroline moved closer to softly lick around her pussy lips. It seemed as if this erotic torment would go on forever, since Caroline avoided touching Anita’s clit, licking with a slowly increasing force all around her pussy, circling the tiny button. Finally, Anita couldn’t take any more, and grabbing her hostess by the back of the head, forced her face hard against her, and Caroline planted her lips on the target and began sucking, hard, on it. Anita shrieked and began spasming wildly as her hips bucked and her legs twitched.

Exhausted, Anita pulled Caroline up onto the rear seat and the other woman fell into her arms. They reclined there, caressing and kissing each other the rest of the drive up the highway. It was already dark when they began the final forty-five-minute stretch, and Caroline twisted around so that her feet were pointed towards Anita’s head. Anita got the idea immediately, stretching out on the back seat and moving towards the other door. She lay flat on the seat and Caroline carefully climbed astride her in the sixty-nine position. They licked and sucked cunt for most of the remainder of the drive home.

Afterwards, her face sloppy with Caroline’s cunt juice, Anita curled up alongside the brunette, running a hand along her side. Slipping a finger between their nestled bodies, she flicked it across the shaved slit, causing Caroline to give a small start. “I can’t believe how silky and smooth that feels.”

“Ummm, don’t stop.” Caroline smiled blissfully in the afterglow of the intense orgasms she had just experienced. “I love to keep it shaved. Malcolm loves to eat shaved pussy, and he’s so damn good at it!”

“I’ll say!”

Caroline smiled at the redhead in her arms. “So, shave yours and I bet John’ll eat you more often.”

“You think? How often do you shave?” asked Anita curiously.

“Never!” At Anita’s confusion, she laughed and continued. “I never shave. I have a household full of volunteers who handle that for me.” Anita giggled at this. “Every two or three days, actually, and all I have to do is fuck the living hell out of whoever shaved me. Reeves is the best.” Tony gave a good-natured snort from the front seat. “Tonight, why don’t you ask him for a special treatment.”