A friend's place

Jane is uncharacteristically quiet, though still wet and clearly enjoying herself, on the ride. You try not to be too vigorous in your movements, gently shifting and brushing her clit from time to time. It's true that Jane always preferred slow and steady activity, but it was also the case that it wasn't as much fun if you got her to cum in the privacy of her car. The ride lasts about 15 minutes until you hear the jingle of the keys being pulled from the ignition and Jane saying "we're here!" You give her clit a small bite in acknowledgment, and Jane coos in response. "You know, I'm tempted to finish you right here," she says, her fingers slipping into her panties to press you against her. Your body is pulled upward through her soaking wet slit, grinding against her clit. Then, she slides you down until your head and shoulders are right in front of her vagina. You can feel how hungry and empty her pussy is. "Don't you wanna be in there?" she asks. Her labia envelope your body and her hips buck up as her fingers push your body in a small circle, centering your head just into the entrance of her vagina. Then, you distantly hear another woman's voice call Jane's name. Jane jumps, quickly pulling her fingers off of you.

"Jasmine!" She says, sounding immediately cheery. She pops the door open and steps out.

"Jane! You look so flushed, are you okay?" You hear Jasmine ask.

"Oh, yeah! Um, my car's air conditioning is acting up. Whew!" Jane says, starting to walk towards her friend.

"Oh geez, let's get you inside!" She says. A few steps later, Jane's labia rubbing on you the whole way, everyone's inside Jasmine's house. "So, you said you had a surprise for me?" Jasmine asks.

"Yeah, but first, got any wine?" Jane asks.

Jasmine scoffs. "Uh, duh. Hold on."

You hear the sound of a refrigerator door opening and quickly seize your opportunity to grab the bottom of Jane's vaginal opening and pull yourself in up to your shoulders. Jane's knees immediately come together, but her closed thighs can't stop your movements. You do stop, however, when you hear the clink of the wine bottle on the counter top. "So, what brings you over?"