Las Vegas.
A place all too familiar yet oh so distant to me. It was an unfamiliar setting for someone like me, once I was put under the bright sun. However, at night, that's when the real fun begins.
With music all around the corner, the streets bustling with activities, the enticing and pleasant aroma of street foods and restaurants, with street performers laying their tricks out in the open for all wandering eyes to see, as well as the distant beats of nightclubs and casinos, the Neon sights, the LED screens illuminating the cityscape... Now THAT... was familiar to me.
I was born there, named there... Vickie. I was raised there even, and yet, I could only find freedom and familiarity at night.
Tonight was no different for me.
Tonight, I was getting a ride from my friends of the same 'profession' as me. Me and my best friends were close, VERY close.
Just how close were we?
Well--
"F*ck!"
I screamed as I laid my head on the chair in the backseat of the car. The radio was playing one of my favorite music genres -- Funk.
"M'yeah, you like that?"
But even that couldn't beat the enjoyment I was getting right now, with hot breaths escaping my throat in quick successions, with my caramel hair spread around my forehead, shoulders, and neck, in a disorderly fashion, as I looked down at the moving silhouette caught between my opened thighs.
The smell of leather fabric and plastic I got from the car couldn't overpower the strong perfume and heat around my body and that Sl*t! Between! My! Legs!!!
"God, yes!", I let out with a throaty yelp, unable to control my impulses.
My best friend number Uno, Stephanie, who was taking over the wheels, couldn't help but take a look at the situation from the front, only to find my best friend number Two, Sophie, moving her head back and forth, in between a hottie's open legs, which was me, of course!
Stephanie let out a sigh and Sophie turned her head to the side and took a small bite of my inner thigh.
I frowned, then smiled as I looked at my bestie who went right back into inserting that wet, hot, and oh-so-sl*tty tongue of hers, where it truly belonged!
I bit my lower lip.
I could feel it, almost taste it myself, even. Those plump lips, pressed against the skin of my vag*na, spreading it wide open as she played with those lips, her slimy, slithering, and salacious tongue slowly sliding around my entrance before pushing itself inside my mushy cave.
I knew the reason this was happening, why I was getting lapped at and nibbled on.
I knew why this sl*t of a friend was tugging at my G-spot with the tip of her lascivious tongue, while the rest of it was twirling around my fleshy walls nonstop as if to clean me spotless...
"Are you there yet?", asked Sophie, my torturer and servicer, with a muffled voice.
"Yeah, almost...There!"
I let out a feeble yet strident yelp before I spasmed in full rapture, the moment my friend, hidden inside my dark leather skirt and stuck between my legs, spoke to me. The sound of her voice reached my lower inner place, with a slight vibration trailing it. Coupled with the unceasing attacks of her tongue, I couldn't help but climax on the spot.
I inhaled heavily and closed my eyes, enjoying my bestie closing her lips around my vagina while sucking out and drinking the leaking honey juices leaving wet slurping sounds resound inside the car.
As I was catching my breath, the quiet hum of the engine and the Lofi song, now playing in my ears told me that three minutes had already passed.
One more minute later, I turned around with my legs half parted, soft, and still recovering from the euphoria. I then fixed my posture, and closed my wet hot thighs, while Sophie licked her lips before reaching to me with her mouth parted. I got the hint and reached out to her as well, and soon, we were French kissing and making out with each other. Tongues intertwining and all the good stuff.
