Kissed a girl and liked it

Red haired Meg, awoke in her hotel bed, to a slight buzz from the wine tasting she attended solo the night before. Then she realized through her mind’s stirrings, that the water was running in the bathroom, and a soft feline humming was wafting out of the half-open door with the gathering steam.

As her crystal blue eyes focused, Meg’s mind suddenly began to race backwards, and at the first scintilla of memory, her clit wiggled its happy tail, and her freckled body flushed, with the whisper of that sweet, sated ache in her tender, purring loins.

It had begun as a wine-soaked experiment, a make-out session with this very flirty, lanky brunette she met at the event. In the moment, Meg surrendered to this delicious girl’s advances, mostly so she could tell herself one day, that she actually dared to kiss and savor a girl for a sensual time, to consider that brand of sexual coupling, never expecting more than the mouth-to-mouth tangle.

But clearly, the combustion had been much too great to resist, and if the haze of her rebooting memory was anywhere near accurate, somehow, clothes were torn, bodies were tasted, then soon feasted upon, fingers were plunged inward in dueling heated forays, and in no time, the impromptu kissing tango morphed, in dreamlike fashion, into a raw, all girl, face-drenching, hair-tangled, a****listic, moaning, naked cumfest…. something Meg had never imagined being a willing part of in her wildest dreams.

But the sweet scent on her skin that wasn’t her own, and that returning wet, lush ache between her thighs told her that she had welcomed this little fuck-tryst with her surprising, carnal dance partner, again and pleadingly again.

Her nipples rose and tingled when she heard Lauren’s voice react to the heated water, as the tall girl stepped into the hot mist. Meg wondered what to do, as she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, but she didn’t ponder for long.

She wandered in to the bathroom naked, stopped for a moment to drink in her teeth-marked hips and shoulders in the lit mirror, and watched the dirty blush in her face redden further with the remembrance of whence they came. Then, without hesitation, the petite sprite stepped quietly in behind her co-conspirator, and slid her soft hands around the curve of Lauren’s gorgeous ass moons.

One wriggle and purr from the long, dark lass, and a flood of sense memory from the night before, followed by one taste of Lauren’s meadow-scented skin, and Meg quietly whispered to herself…

"Oh fuck yes, this is going to be even better, sober"

The girls would not dress all weekend long, save for a momentary wrap to tip the room service deliverer.

And when Meg finally lost count of the raging orgasms she was having, she knew that the wild siren who was devouring her over and over, was a fucking keeper.