Crossing the bridge

They stood at one end of the tiny bridge. Two bodies, breathing hard already. Simony Diamond watched Peaches step out first. Every motion deliberate, hips rolling slow under the thin fabric of her dress. The boards barely flexed. Still, Simony’s nipples tightened inside her top as she followed. The surface was barely wide enough for two. Heat rose off their skin. Simony’s breath caught when the backs of her thighs brushed Peaches from behind. Peaches didn’t move. She reached back instead and slid two fingers along Simony’s inner thigh. The contact jolted straight through her. They didn’t speak. Peaches stepped again and tugged Simony forward by her wrist. Their bare stomachs met. Heat on heat. Peaches pressed Simony back against the wooden rail. The rail pressed into Simony’s ass. Peaches wedged a knee between her legs, rocking it upward until Simony opened for her. Fabric shifted. Peaches slipped her hand beneath the hem of Simony’s dress and found the thin strip of lace covering her. Already soaked. Peaches rubbed, slow circles, then pressed two fingers inside. Simony’s spine arched. One palm slapped the rail. Her other hand fisted in the back of Peaches’ shirt. The short distance between railings suddenly felt endless. Every thrust pushed deeper. Peaches held Simony steady with her hips while her thumb worked over Simony’s clit. They rocked together. Small movements, right out in the open. The breeze cooled sweat on their skin. Peaches leaned in close, lips brushing Simony’s ear. "Go on," she whispered. "Let go before we reach the other side." The boards creaked once as Simony shuddered. Her cunt pulsed hard around Peaches’ fingers, wetness sliding down her thigh. Peaches stayed inside her until the tremors eased. Then she withdrew, slow and deliberate, licking her fingers before they stepped again. They reached the far side of the bridge in the next breath, legs still shaky, mouths half-open. The arrival left them already undone.