Debbie Dingle stood in the pouring rain, in a lay-by about a mile from the town of Hotten.
Her eyes were searching for signs that the bus carrying Jasmine was approaching, but to no avail.
It had been almost two years since she had seen her former lover, on the run from the police for the murder of a constable, who tried to rape her. No contact, then out of the blue, a letter asking for a meeting, a last goodbye, before Jasmine Thomas disappeared forever.
That letter had brought her to this lay-by. At last the bus appeared and Debbie stepped back into some bushes to avoid being seen. Parting the leafs, she saw a solitary female alight from the bus. It was Jasmine.
As arranged, the two girls were dressed in similar hiking clothing, to give credence to their story of a pair, hiking in the dales, who just fancied a bed & bath for the night.
Debbie did not want to be seen greeting Jasmine off the bus, so stayed some distance behind as the other girl began to walk towards the town.
They met up on the outskirts, and for the first time in an age, the two former lovers, looked into each others eyes.
"Hello, you" whispered Jasmine.
"You look tired, but still lovely," responded Debbie, "lets get to the hotel."
Debbie had pre-booked in a small, private hotel, used a false name and was now paying cash for the room. As Jasmine tried to make herself as inconspicuous as possible, standing by the stairs with her Parka hood still up, hiding her face.
The receptionist, a girl from Eastern Europe by the sound of her accent said "the room has only one bed, are you ok to share?"
Debbie laughed and told her "we have shared a tent , hardly bigger than that coffee table, for two weeks, so a double bed will be no problem, we have no secrets."
With that the girl gave "Rebecca Smith" her receipt and the key to room 19.
Once inside the room, the two girls kissed. Memories of their times together came flooding back.
"I still love you Jazz" said Debbie using her pet name for Jasmine.
Jasmine was shivering with cold as she said "and I love you, and always will."
Debbie suggested a hot bath to take the coldness out of their bones, and as Jasmine had been sat on a bus for several hours, this seemed a good idea.
As Debbie ran the bath, Jasmine stripped off her clothes. When Debbie came into the room she was just wearing a black bra and matching panties. "God I had forgotten how beautiful you are," gasped Debbie as she took Jasmine in her arms and tenderly kissed her.
Debbie then quickly stripped of her clothes and stood naked before her friend. Her body was slim, shoulder length brown hair, nice breasts with large pink nipples. The triangle of brown hair at the junction of her thighs, set Jasmine's mind racing and she quickly removed the rest of her clothes.
Now both naked the girls embraced, their breasts slowly rubbing together, fingers tracing patterns on the others back and their tongues played games, twirling around each other.
"Waters getting cold," said Debbie, leading Jasmine into the small bathroom. As they settled into the hot soothing water, Jasmine told Debbie that her family had obtained a stolen South African passport, that had been doctored with Jasmine's photo and details which corresponded with her new birth certificate and in two days, she was flying out to Cape Town as Hannah Van De Merwe, and would never return to England. This was their last night together.
Debbie with tears in her eyes, gently drew Jasmine towards her and kissed her. "Then lets make he most of it then, shall we?"
The girls dried each other bodies before climbing still naked into the bed. Holding each other tightly they kissed and caressed for a long while, neither of them speaking.
Debbie slowly began to kiss Jasmine's neck, which she knew the other girl loved. As she kissed her, her hand cupped Jasmine's breast and began to slide her fingers over the prominent nipple, which instantly became erect. Jasmine let out a small sigh as Debbie's hand slowly made its way across her stomach and started to comb through her thick coarse pubic hair. Still kissing, Debbie ran her finger along Jasmines pussy lips, which were wet and inviting.
"Please , its been such a long time, I want to feel you inside me," implored Jasmine.