Michelle catches Natasha

Michelle rushed into the cabin with an arm full of dried clothes. She had gotten into the habit of folding them and setting them in each girls' suitcase, but on her way to the bed where she worked she heard a whimper and froze.

She turned to see Natasha, completely nude, rubbing one out.

"I'm- Sorry?" Michelle said.

"You don't have to be. The other two are out working on some kind of project. An audience doesn't hurt."

Michelle caught herself staring at Natasha. She was ripped. There were a lot of places on a woman Michelle could think to look, but she was transfixed by Natasha's six-pack, and the gentle rising of her chest as her fingers gently rubbed her clit. Michelle threw the clothes on the nearest bed and got closer. Natasha spread her legs wide and raised her hips a little, putting on a show.

"It's more fun if you're naked, too, you know," she said, lazily watching Michelle watch her.

Michelle blushed, but it sounded... fun. She lifted her shirt up over her head and let her bra drop at her feet. There was a hunger in Natasha's eyes when she saw Michelle's big, brown nipples. A wave of excitement jolted down her spine as she reached for the button of her jeans.

"Turn around to take those off."

She obeyed, feeling Natasha's eyes on her ass. She bent over and pulled the pants and her underwear off in one motion, putting on a show for the ganger. She felt a bit of stickiness as her panties pulled themselves free from her crotch.

"God, it's huge," Natasha said, and she felt a sleek hand grab her asscheek.

Natasha gave it a couple of light slaps, and Michelle playfully wiggled her butt for her. She was content to stand there, showing off for this other woman, listening to her breathing as she pleasured herself.

"Do you want a taste?" asked Natasha.

***

Natasha shaved, even under these circumstances. Michelle suddenly cared quite a bit about what would happen when razors ran out. The view was wonderful between this woman's legs, and Michelle breathed in the smell of cunt before giving it a few long, flat licks. She looked up to make eye contact with Natasha, over the rising mounds on her chest and past the white spiderweb scarring on her shoulder.

She sucked Natasha's inner lips into her mouth and gently rolled them between her teeth, forcing a pleased gasp. Natasha's whole body heaved with the motion. Michelle set a hand on her lower belly, using her thumb to gently tease Natasha's clit while she let her tongue push into her as much as she could.

She felt Natasha's short nails on her scalp, her fingers tangled in Michelle's hair. She let her thumb move away so she could suck her clit into her mouth.

"I thought you were a good little housewife, but you've done this before, haven't you? Was it before you met your husband or with him?"

Michelle pulled her head away just a half inch to answer, and felt Natasha **** her head back into her groin.

"Answer later. Lick now."

She felt saliva and slick running down her chin. She threw herself into it as much as she did her work, playing with Natasha's clit. It didn't take long before Natasha's hips lifted off the bed with a deep exhale, and half a second a violent gasp filled Michelle's ears. It was a surprisingly sweet sound with this tomboy.

Michelle was finally able to pull her head back, a thread of fluid connecting her lower lip to Natasha's cunt. She rested her head on the woman's heaving stomach while she caught her breath.

"Michelle," Natasha said, "get on all fours."

***

Michelle curved her spine to an extent she thought she had lost the ability to do. Her face was buried in warm furs, and she felt a hand on her hip.

She needed this.

Natasha looked down at the woman, playing with her ass, jiggling it, spreading her cheeks.

"God," said Natasha, "I wish I had a strap out here. I need to see what you look like getting fucked."

To prove her point, she rubbed her soaked pussy against Michelle's ass, leaving a trail of wetness over her cheek. She reached her hand around and Michelle felt her fingers prod past her bush, two of them sinking into her. Natasha wasn't taking anything slow, forcefully finger fucking Michelle while she humped her ass. Hard, ragged gasps were escaping Michelle's throat. It almost felt like she was being fucked for real. Her knees started to go weak.

But Natasha was just getting warmed up. Michelle felt the wet warmth pulled away from her ass, heard shuffling sounds and then Natasha was on her with mouth and tongue. Michelle groaned, her composure starting to fade and her hips naturally brought themselves lower, but Natasha followed her pussy wherever it went and wouldn't let up. Her soaked fingers played with her clit, her tongue was **** to get some access into her hole.

Michelle was pent up, there was no avoiding it. She was turned on beyond belief, and she wasn't going to last long. Her hips finally collapsed onto the bed, legs splayed, as she let out a heavy moan, barely registering that she was the one who made that noise. It felt like her entire body was vibrating as Natasha gave her a few more slow, calm licks from her new awkward position.

And then she felt Natasha's weight on her. She felt soft breasts on her shoulder blades and hard abs on her back. Her eyes were closed, but she felt Natasha gently nibble on her ear, plant kisses on her cheek. They laid like that for about five minutes before Natasha finally rolled off her, and gave her ass a playful slap.

"Let's get down to the river before the other two are back."

Michelle rolled over to see her. Natasha's chin and crotch glistened with spit and slick.