Places a hand on Laura's thigh

Camilla leaned forward, gently placing a hand on Laura's thigh, her eyes flicking down for a moment to admire Laura's curvy figure, barely contained within a tight skirt and button up shirt, before rising once again to meet Laura's eyes. Their faces were close now, and Laura swallowed hard, feeling her cheeks burn furiously.

"No. Something's wrong. I have to get out of here." Laura thought, weakly. She felt tense, as if she were caught mid motion, as if leaving now would be a betrayal of some plan she was not even consciously aware of, and her body ached for release, ached to let herself fall into Camilla's arms.

Laura searched Camilla's face for guidance, for some clue of what was going on, but found only Camilla's delicate, pale skin, her soft hazel eyes, and... Her lips. Soft, full, flushed red lips. Laura wanted desperately to kiss those lips, and so she did, all at once falling into her, placing one hand to the side of Camilla's hips as she brought their lips together.

Laura drunk hungrily from Camilla, toying with the other woman's lips and tongue from as many angles as she could think of, her kisses coming with all the fervor and desperation of a man once lost to sea discovering fresh water again. She felt her body was a live wire, and each peck of their lips sent waves of butterflies up from her stomach and over her. She brought the back of her hand up Camilla's stomach, gently at first, and, coming to her breasts, slipped her hand beneath Camilla's shirt, rolling her nipple between two fingers.

Camilla rolled her head back in sudden ecstasy, a moan escaping from her lips as Laura switched to nibble at her neck.

"Good girl. You certainly didn't take much convincing," Camilla said, smiling to Laura before placing a kiss on her forehead.

Camilla slipped a hand beneath Laura's skirt, finding her underwear soaked through with a sticky substance. Then, probing deeper, she slipped her fingers inside her, eliciting a shudder and a moan from Laura as she broke from kissing Camilla's neck. And, drawing her fingers from inside Laura, Camilla brought them to Laura's parted lips, watching as she greedily sucked her own juices from Camilla's fingers.

"Cum hungry slut," Camilla said, a twinge of disgust and satisfaction in her voice, and Laura gurgled something in return, which Camilla could only assume was her way of saying "Thank you."

When Camilla was sufficiently satisfied with her fingers being cleaned, she withdrew them, speaking: "Bend yourself over my lap."

"What?"

"Place your tits on one side of my legs, and your legs on the other. Ass up so I can play with you."

Laura did as she was told, and soon enough Camilla was working her fingers in and out of her again. Laura felt waves of pleasure return, and she rocked herself against Camilla's fingers, eager for them to impale her deeper.

"Please..." Laura whimpered.

"Please what?" Camilla stopped suddenly, and Laura felt a deep emptiness within her.

"I need it."

Camilla slapped Laura hard across her bum. "So much for the innocent married housewife," Camilla hissed, "But I'm still not satisfied, Laura. What is 'it'? Ask directly, whore."

"I need... I need your fingers inside me. Please. They feel so good. They feel... They're the best thing that ever happened to me. I need you to fuck me, God, I'm so horny and the only thing in the world I want right now is for you to be inside me."

Camilla looked pleased. "Good girl," she cooed, returning her fingers to work inside her, and allowing Laura to play with her own clit as she did so.

Finally, Laura came hard against Camilla's fingers, and the two women collapsed against each other, each breathing heavily and occasionally exchanging kisses as their laid in each other's arms.