Long Haired Lesbians Enjoy The Outdoors

School lets out. The two long-haired girls from the back row cut across the track and push through the fence into the empty pasture. One of them is already peeling her blouse off as they walk. Cotton gives under impatient fingers. Bras follow, left on the grass like shed husks. Breasts meet warm air. Nipples tighten. They keep going until the trees cut the road from sight, then they push their skirts down, step out of panties, kick sandals free. Skin meets sun. One turns, tits swaying, pulls the other close. Their mouths meet hard. Tongue and breath. Hands slip lower, spreading, cupping. One girl drops to her knees in the clover and opens the other with her tongue, wet and deliberate. Thighs tremble. The standing one holds fistfuls of long hair and pushes her cunt forward, riding the stroke. Juice shines on her partner’s chin. They switch places. On all fours now, the second girl spreads wide, and fingers fill her without ceremony—two inside, then three. She comes fast, raw, back arched, hair trailing in the dirt. They stay there a minute, breathing, skin marked by grass and sunlight, no one watching but the sky.