My girlfriend and I were traveling cross country to her home town for a high school 15th class reunion. We picked up a rental car at the airport and drove to the hotel, where we checked in and found our room. It's a nice big place with a king size bed and a Jacuzzi that could seat 6 people. Cindy is curvy and voluptuous, with heavy boobs, wide hips and long curly brown hair. She is my plus sized goddess, and I loved to worship every sweet inch of her gorgeous body. She had already been shaving her pubic hair for years before we met, and I made a point to lick her pussy as often as possible. I particularly loved when she would sit on my face during our intense lovemaking sessions, grinding herself onto my lips and tongue until she dripped pussy juices all over me.
Cindy picked up her cellphone and called her best friend Andrea to let her know we arrived safely. She said the two of them had been very close growing up, and since they bore a strong physical resemblance, they were often confused as sisters. Andrea was a widow, as her husband, a local police officer, had been killed in a high speed chase and crash. We had a couple of days before the reunion, so we made plans to meet for dinner the next night at the restaurant downstairs in the hotel.
Andrea found us at 7:00 the next night while we were still waiting to be seated and hugged us both. I could see why people thought they were sisters: physically, they were nearly identical, but Cindy was about an inch taller, and Andrea's hair was a slightly lighter shade of brown. We got a table about 10 minutes later, and we enjoyed our meals as we all caught up with each other and finished a couple of pitchers of margaritas. Afterwards, we invited Andrea upstairs to continue the conversation.
Cindy and I were on the couch while Andrea sat in a chair facing us as they recalled a rather hilarious incident from high school involving a boy who was peeking in the window while they were having a sleep over at Andrea's house. They had been playing a board game in their pajamas when they spotted him and screamed. Andrea's dad ran out and found him in the back yard, squirming to get his pants back on and trying to get away. I could just imagine the story he tried to give the cops at the station.
Andrea got up to use the bathroom, and while she was in there, Cindy whispered "You should try to put a move on her," with a wicked smile on her lips.
" Are you serious? " I asked, looking at her eyes still glazed from the alcohol.
"Yeah, put one of your world famous patented pick up moves on her. I'd like to see you two making out."
So when I heard the bathroom door opening, I stood up and walked that direction, just a little bit wobbly from the booze and the erection growing in my trousers. When Andrea stopped to check her hair in the mirror, I slid my arms around her waist from behind, then nuzzled my face through her hair and kissed her neck.