My Sexy Futa Thanksgiving Vacation

Feeling nostalgic for Thanksgiving? Well, here’s a little teaser for an upcoming release going live Thursday! - xoxo Lilith

Chapter 2

Ely drove Hayden around downtown and she discovered all the hidden gems that, as promised, weren’t found in the brochure. The ginger was easygoing, friendly, and Hayden noticed that she hardly met a stranger. It seemed her face was a familiar one with shop owners and passerbys calling greetings to her.

They stopped at a few places so Hayden could do some shopping and the brunette laughed more than she had in ages. Ely was witty and spontaneous, and Hayden realized that those qualities only made her more attractive. Whenever they brushed against each other, the photographer felt a shiver of pleasure, and an awakening of desire she couldn’t remember feeling in so long it seemed like another life.

Eventually, she sat up in the driver’s seat with Ely, chasing the feeling. She admired the way strands of Ely’s ginger hair brushed over her skin as they came down from her ponytail and the curve of her full lips. Finally, she couldn’t resist anymore and raised her camera to focus the lens, snapping photos of her.

The sun was low in the sky, skimming the horizon as dusk settled and the streets bustled with people, but there were stables where Ely kept her horses and Hayden helped her take off their bridles and watched as Ely brushed the beautiful animals.

Her hair had come down from the ponytail, and the scrunchie rested on her wrist above a leather band. Hayden’s eyes trailed over her arm, her hands, fingers, to the sweat that glistened on her chest and trickled down her skin. The sight, along with the smell of the stable and fresh hay, left an overpowering longing between her legs. Her pulse raced and her skin felt hot, breasts heavy. It was a strange aphrodisiac, but she didn’t fight it as she made her way over to Ely, who was hanging up a bridle, hoping she hadn’t misread the signs.

“Ely,” she whispered. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to do all day.”

The ginger turned, expression expectant then surprised as Hayden practically launched herself at the taller woman. Her lips met hers in a kiss that was clumsy yet passionate. Their lips and teeth clashed, but it didn’t deter Hayden as Ely recovered and her lips parted, arms surrounding the brunette’s waist to anchor hands on her ass.

So she hadn’t misread the signs at all.

Ely reversed their positions so that Hayden was pressed against the wall. Their tongues warred as their bodies melded, and the photographer felt passion pulse through every vein and nerve. She hadn’t made out like this since she was a teenager, and even then she’d never been so wet. So needy. Desire wreaked havoc in her mind as Ely’s teeth bit her throat before whispering in her ear.

“As much as I’m not complaining, don’t think I didn’t notice the ring on your finger.”

Ring? What ring? Oh — that ring. That’s right, she was engaged.

So now was the time to stop. She could feel Ely giving her an out. But of course she didn’t take it. She couldn’t. Not when Ely’s fingers were slipping beneath the hem of her skirt, traveling up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, and their breaths grew more shallow. She knew as well as Ely did that the ginger would find her dripping, ready, and yet still they both gasped as Ely tugged her panties to the side to give the driver free access. Access to her heat, her need, the well of wetness that Ely wasted no time delving in as Hayden held her arms in a white knuckled grip. Said ring glinted in the light, but it may as well have been costume jewelry.

She didn’t love Ross, not really. Maybe she’d always known that, maybe that was why she’d been as listless in her relationship as she had been in life. There was never any passion. He was safe. And she wanted more.

Her hands lowered to the belt at Ely’s hips and unbuckled it with trembling fingers as Ely’s slender digits curled to stroke secret places inside of her and a sharp sound escaped her lips. A sound that Ely embraced as her own while their lips collided in a hungry frenzy.

Hayden did not expect to feel silky hardness as her hand slid past jeans and cotton and she drew away momentarily to stare down as she withdrew eight inches of solid erection.

“Whoa... that’s — unexpected. But — definitely not a deal breaker.”

Ely laughed breathlessly, “I didn’t think so.”

Hayden dragged her tongue along her palm to wet it and lowered it to stroke Ely’s arousal. She could feel how it affected the beautiful futa in the changing rhythm of her thrusting fingers as euphoric pressure mounted higher and higher, searching for a crest.

Someone coughed and cleared their throat, and both Ely and Hayden jumped, immediately attempting to fix their clothing. Another driver entered the stables, expression sheepish.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he led his horses past them without meeting their gazes.

“Oh my g — no, it’s fine. We were just...”

Hayden let her words trail off. She could feel how swollen her lips were from the force of their kisses and the flushed skin of her cheeks and chest. Anyone with half a brain would have known what they were up to, even if they hadn’t walked in on it. She’d been so close to orgasm she could feel her body hum with it as it attempted to adjust to the sudden emptiness. The loss of Ely’s fingers. She glanced at the ginger who was sucking Hayden’s arousals from said fingers and the photographer’s knees buckled at the sight. But when their eyes met, Ely’s sparkled with mischief and amusement and she wiggled her brows.

They burst into laughter, and Ely grabbed her hand.

“Come on. We still have to get you fed, anyway.”