A trip on the trip.

'Okay', Jasmine thought, 'That story did get her bad. And unlike me Carissa isn't as Zen yet.' Jasmine lent over, their heads meeting. "Don't need to twist my arm. You get in first, I'll keep an eye on which lav you get into." She whispered.

Carissa squeezed Jasmine's hand as she undid her seatbelt, her hand shaking in horniness.

Under the cover of a stretch Jasmine leaned back and watched Carissa walk towards the lavatories.

***

Carissa could feel Jas' eyes on her as she walked towards the lavatories. She noticed one occupied, then...good the one across from it was free. She quickly got in, and spun the dial to occupied. She then quickly hiked her tennis style skirt up, and pulled down her near soaked g-string.

Forty five seconds later a melody of fingertips played across the door. Carissa spun the dial then Jasmine quickly squeezed into the tiny room. In what seemed like an instant Carissa was mashed against the 'far' wall, Jasmine's tongue invading her mouth. Behind her Jasmine spun the dial back to occupied, she hoped.

Carissa broke the kiss, and sat on the sink basin, one foot on the back area of the toilet. She lifted her skirt as Jasmine sat on the rest of the toilet.

Jasmine lent forward toward the practically steaming pussy. She wrapped her left arm around Carissa's right leg and used her fingers to open her lover up a bit. Her first two right fingers went to her mouth.

Carissa had one hand on Jasmine's head, and the other covering her mouth, muffling the satisfied moan as Jasmine fingers entered and her tongue started dancing over her clit.