“We’ve been walking for hours” Drew said.
“We have not!” scoffed Kate. “And besides, we have a lot further to go if we want to get to her face.”
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this. I’m not sure I want to get discovered by her anymore.”
“Hush now. We’re barely past her knee. There’s a lot that can happen so I need you to have your wits about you. If she fidgets or rolls over we’re going to have to move pretty quick.” Drew muttered something that Kate couldn’t hear, but after that, there was no more complaining.
Indeed, Laura did roll over, and only a swift sprint to the right saved them from a long fall from her body. Just a quarter turn to her side left the tiny pair scrambling across their friend’s inner thigh as she shifted in her sleep. A tiny move to her, potentially life threatening to them.
Now Kate and Drew were presented with a problem. When Laura was lying on her back, they could walk up her leg to her hip, and on over her stomach and between her breasts all the way to her neck. Now, travelling up her inner thigh they were presented with a seemingly insurmountable problem. With Laura on her side they had run out of level ground. Ahead of them was her vagina, a vast cliff with a huge overhang where her puffy proud lips loomed over them. She was a daunting climb.
“But what if we get up there.” Drew started, staring up and the labial fold stretching out over their heads. “We can’t climb up any further.”
“I still think it’s better than being here.” Kate said. “If we can get up to her clit, her mound, we can wait it out. She might roll back onto her back.”
“Are you serious?” That sounds like suicide!”
“If we get caught here and she rolls we’re gonners for sure.” Kate retorted.
Drew gulped. Kate stepped forwards and laid her hand on the wall of skin. There was only one way to go, and that was forwards.