A Lucky Delay

Charlotte and Anissa barely knew each other until the layover stranded them at the same bed and breakfast. The chat gets hotter the longer they talk, and when Charlotte groans about her back from the flight, Anissa jumps at the chance to rub her down. Hands slide under the thin robe, fingers working deeper into soft flesh until Anissa brushes the underside of Charlotte’s tits. Heat spikes. Charlotte arches back, hips tilting, and Anissa doesn’t bother pretending anymore—her fingers slide straight between spread thighs. She works Charlotte open, two fingers pumping while her thumb circles that swollen clit, the wet sound loud in the quiet room. Charlotte’s breath turns ragged, blonde hair sticking to her flushed face as Anissa fingers her harder, faster. They both grin through the moans, admitting out loud that the delay’s the best thing that could have happened.