She meets the devil

Tulip leaves the bar in a tight shirt that shows milk stains from her tits and short cutoff jeans that didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Nice show out there.” A voice says from the shadows behind her.

Tulip turns around to see the woman that was watching her from before

“Just shitty about how that ended.” The woman says walking up to Tulip, “That man was a pussy.”

She then flicks one of Tulip’s nipples through the thin fabric that held her breasts in place.

Tulip, with a warm feeling in her chest from that nipple flicking, checks the woman out and says as she turns away to her car, “Yeah, well rules are rules. And I broke them.”

“Well, I don’t believe in rules.” The woman replies as Tulip unlocks her car and throws her bags in.

Tulip turns around to the face the woman who pulls open her jacket to show off her body. Even with clothes on Tulip can tell how tight the woman’s body.

“So how about you and I break a few rules tonight?”

“What are you thinking?” Tulip asks walking up to the woman, her pussy getting wet, not thinking about her husband and children at home as most of them are near eighteen and can take care of themselves and her husband, well her children can put him in his place.

“There’s a little bathroom just over there by that gas station over there.” The woman gestures to the gas station that is a few feet away on her left, the neon sign that hangs above shines down on the little clearing of grass giving it an eerie glow as the crickets chirp on with the noise of an occasional car passing by

“It looks as if someone broke into the women’s rest room. Care to investigate it and break a few rules?”

Tulip leans in and kisses the woman.

Both women’s tongues intertwine with each other. Both feeling up each other’s breasts before breaking away.

The strange woman is slightly out of breath.

“What do you think?” Tulip asks.