Suzanne and Leslie were lovers who had developed a deep secret that each one had kept inside for a long time.....the desire to turn on with each other, but in experimental ways, daring ways, ways that sometimes led to bets and unplanned exposing, aas well as planned dares. They were easy with each other, light, happy, vibrant girls, who worked hard, enjoyed dating the guys sometimes, but most of all, kept each other in their highest light, and thought constantly about ways to love, stroke, surprise, challenge, and excite each other.
The game they played sometimes, the two hotels game, was discovered by accident on a trip to Boston, where they stayed on the 10th floor of a nice hotel, and by accident, looked across the street, where a couple were kissing in front of an unshaded window straight across. The couple didn't seem to mind being seen, and it was wonderful to watch her remove her blouse for him, pushing her breasts upward, letting him lick them. "I wish I could watch YOU do something like that from here," Suzanne said absentmindedly into her partner's mouth, lips barely toiuching, as they snuck further glances across, and roamed each other's bodies with light fingertip touches.
"And why not?" Leslie suddenly smiled, and the game was born. They went across the street and after some discussion, found a room on the same floor as their original room, facing across. That's how it began, and now, this weekend they were filled with anticipation as they checked into the two rooms, wondering just where this might go.
"It's a little expensive way to play, my pet," grinned Suzanne. But she didn't really mind, because it was so special and so erotic. Finally situated, they flashed some lights to locate each other, and then left the lights on, pulling up a chair in front of the broad windows that looked across at each other. It was perfect! Suzanne got up and stretched her arms upward, pulling her shorty top up further, one hip stuck out the side in a sassy pose. Her tummy was fluttering with a mixture of nervousness, desire, anticipation, worry about who might see, excitement about who might see. Suzanne is tall, with slim legs and hips, long straight light brown/blondish hair that hangs past her shoulders. She loves the feel of it on her bare skin, and flips it around in a teasing way when she's feeling sassy, like now. Her breasts are 32b, which she feels ok with, although she often wishes they were large enough to attract a little more attention and to let show more easily. Her waist is 26, hips 33, so the flare isn't great, but when she lets it show, she knows how to make it attractive. She turns sideways to the window and puts one foot up on the chair, slipping off her shoe and running her hands up her leg to the top of her white thigh high nylon, lifting the hem further than it needs to be, exposing skin past her flank, and showing one side of her tight butt, and slipping one finger each hand under the top, begins to run it down her leg. As her bare skin leg comes into view, her long hair falls forward and hides her face, her upper arm. She smiles to herself. Her own touch already feels good.
Leslie looked across, smiling and licking her full lips. She knew what Suzanne was doing, and she loved it. She rose and watched, stepping closer to her own window, and looked to her left as well, where the closet door was opened to a full length mirror. In the mirror Leslie saw what she knew Suzanne enjoyed seeing so much.....a brunette with long silky tresses that simply caress her body all the time. A woman whose full round breasts always showed clearly, no matter what she wore, and she usually wore something that allowed it! Her skirt was shorter than Suzanne's, and her own stomach was knotted in excitement about their plan, their game. She unbuttoned her blouse as she watched Suzanne, and pulled it out of her skirt, and aside, so the cups of her lacy bra were exposed. She tenderly lifted her hands, cupping herself, and let her forefingers stray back and forth across the already growing nubs. It was so electric, fingers on her nipples, and her tummy tightened involuntarily with almost each pass. She loved watching her own nipples grow, swelling, elongating, becoming firey with their desire. So firm, so ready, so wanting. When she looked back up, she gasped. Suzanne had removed her top, and was standing almost against the window, phone in her left hand, the other hand down inside her skirt, apparently cupping her mound.... Leslie heard the phone ring.
"Hello, my sweet," Suzanne said as Leslie lifted the receiver. Are you ready for this??"
"Baby....." Leslie answered, ".......yessss....you look amazing..... i can't touch you, but i can see you!!! And I know what else I can do.....as we agreed, I can command you, dare you, right there where you are." Excitement swelled from Leslie's tummy to her throat. she felt her heart quicken.
"And i can see YOU, my sweets," Suzanne responded, "You look so delicious! You wore something special for me, didn't you!" Leslie looked down, almost blushing.... yes, she had. She had worn her bra with the triangle cut outs right at her nipples. the fabric squeezed her just alittle, forcing her pink nipples and wrinkled areola outward, protruding in a wicked way, and made even more erotic by Leslie's light touching. "tug them out for me, Leslie, pull them further......."
