Franky’s hand was now on her thigh. Vera didn’t acknowledge it but did quickly glance at it, taking in the yellowed fingertips and bitten nails. She hasn’t changed she thought. She looked away again, forcing her mind to stop thinking about having those fingers deep inside her. She was glad that thoughts were private and hoped that her face wasn’t giving her away. She had always considered herself good at keeping her emotions to herself. An excellent poker face.

Franky eyed Vera and looked for any sign of pleasure or encouragement to appear on her face. She knew it would come, and soon enough there it was. Vera’s face had always given her away. An eye roll when displeased by a decision or a satisfied smirk whilst watching a brawl. She was an open book and wore her heart on her sleeve. Franky was enjoying the chase, not that it was much of a chase.

By now the hand had pushed Vera’s skirt up  and was on her inner thigh, just inches away from her sex. The unspoken anticipation of what was to come made it tingle and throb. She knew that if Franky reached her knickers, they would give her away with their spreading wetness.

When Franky did get this far, she lingered no more and she used both hands to tear at Vera’s tights so that she could get to her. The noise they made as they ripped caused Vera to look at the rear-view mirror but the driver’s attention was solely on the road.

Pushing her hand through the tear. Franky found the tell-tale spot and ran her hand over it slowly, her fingers becoming wet with the silky juices that were soaking through. Vera’s pussy was even more of a giveaway than her face she thought to herself as she eased the underwear to one side.

Vera opened her legs a little wider to let Franky in. Without any preparation, Franky dipped the tip of her middle finger into Vera’s waiting cunt. Vera sighed and bit her lip as Franky pushed it further in. It slid in easily with Vera’s essence to guide it. Vera’s back arched as another finger joined the first. Franky was now looking at Vera, her eyes burning through her from behind her blond quiff. Still nothing was said.