It was the weekend for us girls to let loose and be ourselves, minus any men around. We only manage to get away a few times a year for our big weekends so we partied to the hilt.
We would usually rent a hotel room so that regardless of what happened or how messed up we got we were only a cab drive away.
The 3 of us in this low-rate motel room getting ready. A big hoopla of some kind was going on in town and since we didn't book in advance, we were stuck in this small musty smelling budget motel. I hoped we wouldn't have a problem getting a cab as well.
After checking in, we went to our room and immediately started fixing drinks. As Melissa pulls the bottle of vodka and cranberry juice from the bag, Cathy is pulling out her tin and filling a pipe with pot. After returning with ice, I found some plastic cups on the counter near the bathroom and helped Melissa mix drinks. We all gathered around the small table next to the window.
I took sips of my drink while the small glass pipe was being passed around. I felt the alcohol flushing me, heat spreads through me as the alcohol does. The sweet thick smell of pot filled the room. I closed my eyes as I inhaled the smoke, thinking to myself, screw the crappy room, it's gonna be a good night. Something was in the air and I knew it was gonna be good!
As the 3 of walked around in different states of undress getting ready, I couldn't help noticing Cathy's ass as she bent over the sink while doing her makeup. As she applied different cosmetics, she would slide around more against the edge of the counter, and managed to turn me on with every move. My pussy was starting to twitch as I felt myself getting wet.
I had always thought she had no clue I had found her so sensual, that I wanted to touch every inch of her body. She looked up into the mirror and managed to catch my eye, I was busted! I felt embarrassed at being caught but instead of looking shocked, she winked at me. I felt a flutter in my stomach and my heart was racing. I was lost in my thoughts and didn't hear Melissa yell my name.
"Hey Samantha!!" I looked up and Melissa was asking me just how high I was and laughed. Thank goodness I could blame it on the drugs and alcohol.
We all finished dressing and called for a cab to take us to the Italian restaraunt that we loved so much. I had managed put the thought of Cathy's gorgeous body out of my mind. Although that was a feat in itself. She was wearing snug black skirt that barely managed to come to the bottom of her cheeks and a deep blue halter with no bra on. Her 36-C tits were still firm at 31. Her thick nipples poking through the thin material begging to be touched and tasted. I could already feel them on my tongue.... Where was I? Oh yeah... managed to forget about that luscious body...
We all continued our drinking as we ate. I felt looser and stress free. I was loving this. We finished and headed off to what I thought was our usual club. This one appeared to actually be just a small bar. I could hear muffled music coming from inside... It was a blues bar!! I turned and asked "Who found this for me?!" they all knew I loved this music. Cathy gave a little nod and a smile. I went over to hug her and thank her.
But after a few seconds I became increasingly aware of her choice of top, or rather the lack of a bra. How I wanted to touch them... but this was my friend and she's straight. My curiousity would just have to be directed somewhere else.
I pulled away and grabbed her hand and yelled. "Let's go girls! I am ready to have fun!" Melissa came over excitedly and we all held hands as we crossed the parking lot to the bar. We were giggling like we were still 20 year olds!
As soon as the door opened and the music flooded out, I felt it overtake me and pull me in. We all drank, danced and flirted with half the men in the bar. Cathy and I oddly both seemed to be more attentive to each other as the night wore on.
It was the end of the night and they were playing the last song. Melissa must have hit the alcohol harder because she had already laid her head down on the table. We were about to gather up our purses when I heard it.. Anthony Hamilton's voice pouring over the speakers. "..Could it be your sweet sweet moan, while I'm inside your world.." It was "Float" and I love it.
It is so sensual and I hear the desire in his voice as he sings it. I beg Cathy to dance with me. She gives in quickly and soon we are out on the small dance floor holding each other close. It feels so good holding my friend as we danced, I loved her so much and we'd been through a lot together, bringing us even closer. She was one of my best friends. I smiled as we danced.
Her right hand was on my waist and she slowly slid it down my hip, almost a caress, stroking. I felt myself getting wet again. Could she know what she was doing? I know she could be a flirt and tease the men, but surely she wouldn't do that to me. I passed it off as wishful thinking, that is until her hand slipped a little further and was soon lightly gripping my ass. It was innocent looking to those around them but I had felt the pressure of her grip as she fondled my cheek. I felt my body bend into her as if by gravitational pull. I tried to fight it. These desires were only to be for my fantasies.
But as she nuzzled my neck and I felt the tip of her wet tongue graze my heated skin. I shivered. She asked if I was okay, and I barely get out the word, "yes".
We danced tighter together, I feel her teeth nibble the curve of my neck just as it meets my shoulders. My skin is tingling, my breathing quickens. I slide one hand up her side, allowing my thumb to reach in and stroke her nipple.
Cathy lowered her face into the top of my chest, my bra pushing my tits up, just below her chin. She was the perfect height to reach them with her mouth. Her tongue dipped into my cleavage. I gasped, my pussy betraying me and soaking my panties.
I look around, scared that someone will notice. There were only a few patrons left and they seemed too drunk to notice anything going on, the staff were starting to clean as we stretched our time as long as we could. Someone else must not want to leave though because the jukebox continued to play. It was "Spoiled" by Joss Stone.
Cathy and I continued dancing and teasing each other. I leaned in as if to say something and ran my tongue around her ear, then moved to the lobe with my teeth. I felt her moan against my skin. I was getting even more excited. Her skirt rode up in the front as her pantiless pussy rubbed against my leg. I felt the wetness as it soaked my stockings. How I hated that I had wore them, I wanted to feel her soaked pussy directly against my skin. But the texture of my stockings must have been sheer pleasure against her clit as she ground against me because she was becoming more turned on, grinding harder against my upper thigh.
To be continued...
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