The Saturday night air was warm, the moon near full, and the four girls had Jen's car. After buying some snacks and cruising the strip, they left town and wandered to the local Lover's Lane to drink some wine. The dirt road circled a hill until it widened beneath a bluff with a view of the lake.
Stopping at the near end of the county park, they walked up a short trail to the top of the ridge. Their talk mostly bemoaned the fact that they didn't have dates and they cursed out the 'slutty' girls who were getting all the action, and who they secretly envied. A light summer breeze accompanied them. Reaching the wooded copse, they settled onto the grass. Passing around the bottle of sweet wine, they enjoyed the view of the shimmering lake.
Although they were no more than fifty feet above the parkers, the trees cast a shadow and made them near invisible in their roost. However, the vehicles below were bathed in silvery moonbeam light. It was still somewhat early and the traffic in the lot was moderate. Six or seven cars were scattered at discrete distances.
The girls sipped from the bottle, munched on their treats and listened to the sound of a pop rock song wafting from one of the cars. Tess pushed her hair back and began to hum along. The music did it's job throughout the park of lowering inhibitions and raising libidos.
Off to the left was a late model red convertible with the roof down. Lydia nudged Riley and pointed. All their heads turned and they had a bird's eye view as the couple began to kiss.
Nestled in the dark shade, the friends leaned against the evergreens trees and giggled at their naughty voyeurism.
Noticing the woman had a blonde ponytail, Jen leaned over and whispered, "She looks like that whore Chloe."
Riley covered her mouth to suppress a laugh and the others snorted.
As the couple groped and heated up, the girls whispered other nasty comments. Lydia got up on her knees and beckoned the others to follow. They skittered along the ledge to get closer, and a better view. When they were directly above and behind the convertible, Riley stretched out on her stomach and propped her chin on her hands. The others spread out around her to observe the action below. The cluster looked like they were in a basement watching a movie on a big screen TV.
With a closer view, they realized they didn't know this woman. Still, they used the nickname "Chloe" to describe her in their murmured salacious comments.
Soon, the women loosened her blouse and revealed her full breasts and attractive cleavage. Her boyfriend reached for and gingerly massaged her bosom. She moved against him and rubbed his arms and back. With wide eyes, the girls fell silent and were enthralled by the passionate tangle.
Tess blushed, then rose slightly and hissed, "We should leave before we get in trouble."
Jen quickly answered with an insistent, "No freakin' way!" Neither Lydia nor Riley made any move to leave. Tess sunk back down, straightened her skirt and resumed watching the promiscuous show.
Although the friends often talked about sex, and thought about it constantly, three of them were virgins. Jen had intercourse once, but it had been a rushed and unsatisfying coupling with a semi-drunk, former boyfriend in her senior year in high school. Despite strong sexual desires, their actions were inhibited by thinking of themselves as 'good girls'. When parked here with various frisky boyfriends, they had tensely fended off the fumbling advances and made the boys work for an occasional tit grope.
Although 'Chloe' was only slightly older, she seemed much more confident and relaxed. The blonde was clearly not constrained by the compunctions they felt when similarly situated. She was an eager participant and appeared to direct her guy to do what was necessary to increase her pleasure.
From their perch, they stared at the performance with an occasional embarrassed sidelong glance. Their snarky comments had disappeared. As the heat increased below, the girls felt their own sexual excitement build. Each had mentally retreated into solitary and focused observation.
Rather than the amateur and awkward make outs the girls were used to, this young couple was clearly experienced and enjoyed their attentive foreplay. They kissed and bantered. Stroked and smiled. After a period of mutual fondling, the blonde straighten, gave her partner a chaste peck on the cheek and nodded to the back seat. His face widened into a lecherous grin. She smiled and rolled her eyes. He attempted to vault into the back and fell clumsily in his haste. Chloe shook her head and chuckled fondly. She paused to remove her sandals, then joined him with a graceful and practiced maneuver.
The poised woman settled astride her mate and shook her ponytail free. He reached both hands for her breasts and she leaned forward to hold his head and plant kisses across his face.
Riley's heart was racing as she gaped at the embracing pair. Lying on her stomach, she glanced over her shoulder at her pals. They appeared completely concentrated on the sex show. She wore a pair of thin, synthetic tennis shorts. To address the growing need in her abdomen, Riley discretely pushed her hips down against the firm ground. She was rewarded by a pleasant tingle in her loins. She began a slight rhythmic motion of her hips that she hoped wasn't visible to her distracted best friends.
While Jen always tried to act the jaded and worldly member of the group, she was generally as naive as her girlfriends in many sexual matters. Now, the sight had made her nipples engorged. She surreptitiously adjusted her silky bra. However, the movement only served to enhance her stimulation. Enjoying the buzz, she twisted her body away to conceal her actions and gave her breast a blissful rub through her jersey.
Lydia felt flushed and her breathing was fast and shallow as her wide eyes ogled the passionate pair in the convertible. Love scenes in movies often aroused her. Yet this live action exhibition took things to a much higher level. She was leaning back on her arms and sitting cross-legged in a flimsy calico blouse and cotton skirt. Lydia sat forward and casually dropped her hands into her lap and applied a light pressure. She felt promiscuous. It felt good.
Although she was the most timid and chaste of the group, Tess was not immune to the effects of the prurient display. She occasionally lowered her eyes, but they were magnetically drawn back to the car. Tess was sitting a little behind the others. While they tried to hide it, she couldn't help but notice their blossoming excitement. Their obvious lust, on top of the intimacy below, fed her own concupiscence. Since she was small-breasted, she rarely wore a bra. Tonight she had on a light magenta camisole with skinny spaghetti straps. It dropped to her waist and flowed atop her thigh-length peasant skirt. She tilted forward a little and crossed her arms across her chest. In doing so, she casually slipped her right hand inside her cami and placed it against her warm skin. Her fingers rested on her waistband and gently massaged her tummy.
While the girls continued their soft-core self-manipulation, the action in the back seat heated accelerated.
As their passion surged, Chloe and her man were less controlled and more unrestrained. They began to rapidly disrobe in tandem. When she slipped her blouse off her shoulders in a slinky shake, he twisted up and pulled off his jersey with her assistance. His muscled torso flexed from the movement. One of the voyeurs gasped with involuntary and lusty admiration. Chloe's stark white bra beamed in the moonlight. They resumed their forceful kissing as their hands explored and their bodies rocked.
The girls on the ridge became even more self-absorbed and less cognizant of the close proximity of their friends. While still circumspect, their body manipulations increased in an echo of what they were seeing.
