Hello, ladies and gents, and welcome to yet another tale that is guaranteed to make you wish for an onanastic release…or at least get you more intimate with your spouse. ;-) However, if you are not of legal age in your jurisdiction, or otherwise prohibited from reading such material, please do not read this story. I reserve all commercial and non- electronic rights to this work, so if you steal, I will catch up with you and exercise my copyright. If you want to catch up on this series, or read anything else I have to offer, please visit my website linked in my profile. I also must remind you that the name 'Brett Lynn' is a pen name, and I am not connected in any form with anyone with the above name. Now, with the legalese out of the way, let's get on with the show.
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Miss K shook the sweat out of her hair as she stepped out of the elevator. After running a good three miles on the treadmill, she was drenched in sweat to the point that her Black sports bra was soaked. Wiping the sweat off of her brow, she made the short walk to her hotel room, then knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Tracy called out.
"It's the rat pack arisen from the grave," Miss K deadpanned. "It's me, Trace. Open up!"
"Alright, alright," Tracy said as she opened the door. "I don't know why you felt the need to workout as soon as we got here. A normal person would have hit the tables right after hitting Vegas."
"I know, I know," Miss K said, enjoying the bright lights of the strip from her $1,000 a night hotel room. "Then again, there's a reason I made out with my dot-com cash and most didn't…I don't gamble."
"Well, most people would consider radical cosmetic surgery a gamble!"
"Hush," Miss K said, putting a finger over her lips to enunciate the point. "Now let me get in the shower. I feel like putting down a little bit of money tonight."
"OK," Tracy said as Miss K began stripping off her sports bra, then covering her breasts to maintain her modesty.
"Oooh," Tracy said as she plopped down on a couch and watched her friend. "Why the modesty now?"
"Well, I can be modest whenever I want, BIIIATCH!" Miss K said as she was almost doubled over in laughter. Listening to Tracy fall out laughing and brushing the sweaty hair out of her eyes, she stumbled her way into the bathroom. Stripping off her jogging shorts, and the spandex shorts she wore underneath, she reached into the shower to get the water going. She gave herself a shiver as the terry cloth washcloth brushed her nipples, then steeled herself as she carried it, the soap and the shampoo into the shower. Wanting to wait for a bit of a release, she washed gingerly across her body, scrubbing her flesh clean before carefully cleaning off her genitals.
She stepped out the shower, then dried off her body with a towel and had her auburn tresses blow-dried. Stepping out of the shower, she walked into the bedroom, complete with fine art on the walls and plush burgundy carpet. After noticing the mints left on the pillow, she opened up her drawers and selected a red thong and a matching lacy push-up bra. She slid the thong up her legs, then pulled her limp dick between her legs before pulling it up into place. Then she pulled on her bra, cupping them a bit in her hands and letting her palms linger over them until her nipples began to harden. She pulled open the closet and pulled out the plaid Burberry suit she had been saving for a night just like this. The jacket was cut to hug her waist and show off the massive cleavage she had, while the skirt hugged her hips and stopped just short of her crotch. Then she pulled out the matching 3 inch clogs and slid them on her feet. She dug the room key and wallet out of her jogging gear, then slid her into the suit pockets. Once she put on a coat of burgundy lipstick and combed out her hair, she walked out onto the marble hallway towards the living room.
Tracy heard the click of the heels before she saw her friend. When she got up on her knees on the couch and turned around, all she saw was Miss K's jiggling flesh, shaken to perfection by the strut on her heels. The plaid tightly tailored round Miss K's breasts made her mouth and pussy water, a dull itch beginning between her thighs as she so wanted to pull opened that jacket and nurse on those silicone mammaries. She finally looked up to Miss K faced just as she got within a few steps of her, those dark red lips just begging to be kissed, which is just what Tracy did as she wrapped one arm around Miss K's strong back, her free hand mauling her friend's big tit.
"God, you can be a sexy woman at times!" Tracy said as she reached into her track pants and rubber her pussy, writhing her hips as she rubbed her clit. "You're making me so wet!"
"Oh really?" Miss K said as she reached into Tracy's pants and ran her fingers along her vulva. "That's how I love my women."
As the two began to kiss again, Miss K slid two fingers into Tracy's wet quim, pumping them as her thumb rubbed her friend's clit and her tongue snaked around Tracy's. As feeling her friend moan into her mouth, Miss K pulled away from the kiss, smiling at the trace of lipstick left on Tracy's lips, and pulled the hand out of her pants. She took the two fingers in her mouth and sucked on them, smacking her lips a she enjoyed the sweet taste.
"You taste delicious, Trace," Miss K said before giving her friend a peck on the lips. "Now let's see you look it."
"Alright, alright. I'll go," Tracy said as she climbed over the couch, helped down by Tracy. "Just you wait, missy!"
"I have no choice," Miss K said with a smile before climbing over the couch and relaxing. "Just don't keep me for too long, OK?"
"Alright K!" Tracy screamed as she disappeared off into the bedroom. With that, Miss K changed the channel on the TV, looking for something to watch to kill the time. Eventually, she settled in to watch "Juice", thinking about the old days in Brooklyn.
As Miss K was patiently watching the move, she felt a hand slowly slide into her jacket, then lightly tweaked the nipple through her bra.
"I see your nipple is harder than a diamond," Tracy deliberately hissed. "Now, I got something to show you a bit more valuable."
Tracy's blonde hair was set in big bouncy curls, framing her face as it drifted down to the small of her back. Her body glowed icy blue from the glittery dress she wore, and her cleavage was pushed up and perfectly framed in a neckline that reached down to her navel. She wore all ice blue makeup, making her smile seem brighter and warmer than ever, while the dress clung perfectly to Tracy's legs and hips, stopping just short of her six-inch stiletto heels.
"Wow, you look so incredible! Like a work of art," Miss K panted, feeling her thong tighten around her hardening dick.
In response, Tracy bent over her friend, letting her blonde hair cascade over her face as she reached into Miss K's suit and massaged her boobs. "We can play right now if you want."
