Her eyes opened and she grinned at me.
'Come on then, you too! Or do you just want to watch me?'
I did want to watch her, but I also wanted to feel what she was feeling. With a surge of courage I pulled my skirt down to reveal my pubes with their tuft of blonde hair, now rather sodden. Suddenly my breasts felt trapped, constrained, and I pulled off my top and unclasped my bra and stood there totally naked, feeling my nipples harden suddenly in the cool air.
Sarah looked at me in admiration. 'Beautiful tits, honey. Wish mine were like that.' She pulled off her top to show me her small but unsagging breasts with their dark, protruding nipples.
'Yours are lovely,' I said softly. 'I wish I didn't have to wear a bra.'
'I used to,' she said, ' but then I thought, what the hell. Are you going to leave that apple in all day? It won't be fit to eat.'
'How do I get it out? You seemed to do it easily.'
'Put two fingers in your cunt, honey, then hook them round it. Bear down at the same time. That's it.'
I made a few strange noises but managed to manoeuvre the apple under my fingers, then pulled and pushed until it popped out into my palm, warm and slippery. Without thinking I brought it to my mouth and took a bite, just as she had done. I've always enjoyed the taste of myself on my fingers and it went with the apple's slightly acid flavour very well.
Sarah held out her hand, holding my eyes with hers very directly. I gave her the apple and she bit it as well. Somehow it didn't shock me. She licked her lips slowly but didn't say anything.
Suddenly I needed to have something inside me. I grabbed the other cucumber, drizzled oil onto it, sat down opposite Sarah with my legs wide and rather roughly pushed the vegetable into me. My muscles tried to grip it and expel it but I pushed further until I could feel the end pressing against my cervix. My internal muscles were fluttering at the sudden invasion.
'That's nice,' Sarah whispered – I wasn't sure whether she meant her own sensations or the sight of me impaling myself. She started pumping the veg slowly in and out again, her eyes on me. I matched her rhythm, losing myself in the rising sensations, but resisting the temptation to close my eyes. I saw her bring one hand up and start to massage her bare mound, then slip a finger between the top of her lips, just above where the cuc was spreading them apart. I copied.
Her hand pumped harder, and her eyelids fluttered. Her finger vibrated faster on her button. Suddenly she threw her head back and gave an agonised groan which turned into a series of wails. Her thighs quivered, her hips bucked and her chest heaved. I thought she was going to slide off the chair. It was intensely erotic and my own climax advanced by several notches at the sight. But part of me wanted to delay mine until Sarah had recovered enough to watch ...
Her eyelids fluttered open again, her eyes smoky with passion. I pumped the cuc faster, rubbing my clit in synchrony, imaging that some hunky stud was between my legs.
Sarah whispered, 'That's it, honey, go for it!' and that seemed to trigger something. My orgasm swelled and burst hotly, my muscles clutching at the smooth shaft of the vegetable. I'm not usually vocal during sex, but I couldn't restrain a low moaning as my inner core pulsed around the solid object. I came down slowly, my limbs tingling, a fine sheen of sweat on my breasts and stomach.
We looked at each other, two women in identical and obscene poses with big green cucumbers most of the way in their vaginas, and started to laugh. Sarah slid her cuc out and held it up, shiny with juice. 'Look, he's still hard!' That set off another fit of giggles. She sucked the end and grinned. 'Nectar!'