(Snippet from a short story by me)
At this point, time doesn’t exist anymore, and the two are trapped in their own world. Matilda is now in front of Lyla, their hips in perfect sync. Lyla slides her palms against Matilda’s ribs, all the way down to her lower hips. Her lips are close to Matilda’s neck as they’re moving to the beat together. She decides to press her pink pillowy lips against her neck. Matilda leans her head back, and a smile slowly creeps across her face. Since Lyla’s delicate hands are already on her hips, she creeps them across Matilda’s lower belly and starts to gently rub her supple skin up and down. Since Matilda is wearing a low-waisted skirt and a crop top, it’s easy for Lyla to manoeuvre her fingers around her body. Lyla notices how toned Matilda feels as her ass is pushed up against her, still dancing. Lyla’s fingers continue to creep around Matilda’s upper thigh and finds the lace to her thong. She reaches a bit more to feel a wet spot that is the barrier between Matilda and her pussy. Wow, what am I doing? I’ve never even kissed a girl let alone finger one.