Cindy and I were two of the four adult chaperones for the local high school’s senior trip. Luckily, we were able to bunk at an old motel, while the two counselors drew the short straws and had to patrol the small campers that housed the rowdy students.

“We have got to find a drink around this place,” I said, lying on my side on my mattress.

Cindy glanced up at me from the other bed and replied, “What? An entire day with a swarm of teens isn’t fun for you?”

I watched her lean back against the headboard and felt a stirring in my gut. One I definitely should not have been feeling on that trip, but I’d been lusting after her for a while.

“No, not really,” I answered. “I think there’s a corner store up the road. A trading post. Who fucking knows. Something. That hopefully has alcohol.”

“I saw it,” she said.

“Let’s hoof it.”

“My kingdom for a car!” Cindy joked, laughing heartily.

She rolled off her bed, lost her balance and fell onto my mattress. Her thigh pressed against mine, her arm draped over my side, and we gazed into one another’s eyes.

She was close enough for me to smell her lilac-scented perfume. Her cheeks were rosy, her blonde hair was a mess—and she was gorgeous.

She met my stare, and I felt like I could read her mind: Corey is at home.

Corey. Her boyfriend.

I had broken up with my boyfriend months earlier, and there hadn’t been anyone since. No pretty men, no pretty women. Just me.

I missed fucking.

Cindy cleared her throat, popped up and found her shoes.

“A trip to the corner store, some kind of booze, then hot showers! We have to be up early to go to some museum or other,” she said.

“Whose idea was this?” I groaned.

She smacked my hip lightly, and her hand landed so close to my ass that I felt pounding heat in my pussy.

“That would be yours, genius,” she said.

Off we went to get some liquor.

I was in the shower, drinking a canned margarita when the bathroom door squeaked open. I froze.

“Cin?”

“Yeah, it’s me. I have to pee!” she chirped, walking past the shower stall to the nook that held the toilet.

I shut my eyes, imagining her climbing into the shower with me, and felt a slide of heat between my thighs. My nipples turned to small stones, and my brain went haywire.

I turned my back to the spray and let my hand slide down to the tops of my thighs. My fingers brushed my mound, giving just a small nudge to my clit.

The toilet flushed, and the water went as hot as fire. I yelped, jumped, rushed to the glass door and pressed myself to it to escape the scalding spray.

She was suddenly there, pressed to the other side.

“Oh my God! I’m sorry! I forgot.”

“It’s fine,” I said. “What’s a little skin between friends?”

Her frowning face was distorted by the steamy, patterned glass.

“Let me see,” she demanded. “Are you burned?”

She slid the door aside and gave my naked body a long look. The sensation of her gaze was like a firm hand gliding along my skin. My pulse beat in my cunt. Goose bumps erupted across my chest, and my already hard nipples grew even harder. She spun me so that my back was to her. The water raining down on my boobs was rapidly cooling to a comfortable temperature.

Cindy’s fingers skated along my shoulder blades and lower back. As I held my breath, she slid her hand along my ass cheeks and slipped one hand around to hold my hip.

When I turned, I didn’t allow myself to overthink it. I grabbed her faded tee, hauled her forward and kissed her hard.

Her soft lips parted, and her tongue darted out to touch mine. She startled me by cupping my mound. Her fingers caressed me as they moved toward my swollen clit. She slowly swirled her fingertip against my nub, and my body trembled with arousal.

“Cin,” I whispered in a daze.

“Shh,” she said against my throat. Her digits continued to dance over my clit. She plunged a few fingers inside me, and I moaned. She did it again, thrusting her fingers and curling them. She slid and plunged and played me like an instrument.

“Let go for me,” she said, the water hissing so loud I could barely hear her.

The heel of her hand was grinding against my clit as her fingers plundered my pussy. I moved with her in a wet, sinuous dance. Considering how much I’d been craving her, I lasted a pretty long time before coming with a soft cry and a series of shudders.

Cindy laughed against my shoulder.

I shut off the water and caught my breath. I turned quickly enough to surprise her. I planted a kiss on her soft, warm lips and pushed her back. I bully-walked her to the bed, holding her wrists.

“What’s going on?” she asked coyly.

Playing it cool, I shrugged and said, “Nothing.”

I pushed her back onto the queen-size bed. She flopped onto her back. I smiled down at her, no longer feeling shy. I told her to stay right where she was and quickly retreated to the bathroom to grab a towel. I hastily dried myself as I returned to the bed.

After dropping the towel to the floor, I slid my fingers over her waistband. “Thanks for waiting,” I quipped as I plucked at her fly and released the string of brass buttons with a hearty tug.

Cindy squealed with delight, and I couldn’t stop myself from grinning.

I tugged at her jeans. Cindy lifted her hips and allowed me to pull her pants down and off. I tossed them over my shoulder without even a look to see where they’d land. Her panties were covered with purple flowers, and something about them stopped my heart.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve imagined this?” I whispered. She shook her head. “More times than I can count,” I added.

Cindy kept eye contact with me as she hooked her thumbs in her panties and pushed them down. Her pussy appeared, almost as if it were a lovely mirage. She tossed the undies at me. I caught them one-handed before throwing them over my shoulder to join her jeans.

I yanked off her tee before settling down on the bed next to her and resting my arm on her stomach. I kissed her, and she kissed me back eagerly. My fingers danced along her belly, and I felt the small goose bumps I’d triggered. I bent to suck a nipple between my lips, and her body rose to meet my mouth. I licked and sucked and finally bit her as she moaned beneath me.

I slid my fingers between Cindy’s folds and teased her. I lightly stroked her rigid clit with my fingertip. The pressure was just enough for her to know I was touching her, but not enough to get her off.

At one point, she grabbed my arm, gave it a nip to demonstrate her frustration and said, “My God, you’re driving me crazy!”

I grinned at her and said, “Good.”

Her cunt was so slippery, and I drove my digit deep into her wetness. She was absolutely drenched, and her eager pussy clamped around my finger.

“Someone’s horny,” I teased.

“Is it me?” she asked, batting her lashes.

I curled my fingers inside her velvety depths—just enough to stimulate the tender, swollen places that needed my touch. I nudged the front wall of her pussy, rocking against it rhythmically. She was clutching my arm again, but this time it was for different reasons. Her snatch rippled in an orgasmic dance as she reached her climax.

Cindy grabbed my head and pulled me down to kiss me hard, our tongues tangling and sliding. Our lips moved messily together. Her hand was clenched in my hair. When she moved swiftly and turned me onto my back, I gave a little gasp of surprise.

But that was just the beginning.

Cindy turned and straddled my head. I inhaled her feminine fragrance, felt the heat emanating from her molten cunt and dove in. Munching her box was even better than my fantasies. But I forgot every thought I’d ever had the moment she leaned down and brought her lips to my pussy. Her tongue lapped at my slit, enflaming my lust and kicking off the most intense 69 of my life.

I felt the rigid tip of Cindy’s tongue dip in and out of my pussy hole. I was lulled into a happy stupor by her gently lapping my folds. When she zeroed in on my clit, I jerked and laughed wildly against her wet crotch.

She tasted like warm woman and salt. I pushed my fingers deep into her drenched pussy and flexed them. She gave a little shiver, still affected by her earlier orgasm.

I made it my mission to concentrate on the hard knot of her clit with the tip of my tongue. I swirled the gumball-hard knob eagerly. She had a big clit, and that turned me on to no end. I sucked it like a piece of candy, and she moaned helplessly.

But Cindy was giving as good as she got. She repeatedly rammed her digits into my pussy, finger-banging me to the point where my toes curled.

“Two can play at that game,” she murmured. The vibration of her voice against my sensitive skin traveled through my pelvis like ripples across a lake.

Her flexing fingers drove into me again and again, and I found myself bucking up to meet them with an eagerness that shocked me.

My overstimulated cunt clenched around her fingers. An orgasm was building in me where I thought one wouldn’t exist. I had planned on focusing on her, and yet there I was being driven to pleasure by her talented tongue and her slender digits.

I nipped her clitoris with my teeth, and she yelped.

We fell to the side in a tangle of arms and legs. Our heads remained buried between one another’s thighs. We were still seeking pleasure and wanting to pleasure each other.

Cindy was the first to crack. Her body seized up around my fingers, her soaked pussy growing wetter. She surprised me by squirting on me, but I didn’t let it slow me down. I continued licking her as my face grew sloppy with her flowing juices.

Her hand smacked my ass, and I bucked. She suctioned her lips around my pussy and drew on me. Her fingers curled against my thighs as she kept at it.

I gasped, wiggled, and finally, I came again, too. A rush of warmth and pleasure made me thrash. She held me tight as she kept sucking me until she’d wrung every iota of pleasure out of me.

We fell apart, panting raggedly as we lay on the bed.

“Well,” Cindy reflected, “some parts of this trip have definitely been a bit on the stressful side but…”

“But?”

“It seems like we’ve found a remedy to relieve some of that stress.”

“Does that mean we’ll be doing this again?” I asked, unable—and unwilling—to hide the hopefulness in my voice.

“I think you can bet on it. The best part about being chaperones is there’s no one to chaperone us!”