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Girl's Night Out Ch. 03

By: bunny3374



Part 3

His fingers brushed lightly against her mound as he blew a gentle breath on her wet heated flesh. She shivered as he blew a bit harder. He used his hands to slowly spread her open to his hungry gaze, taking in the sight of her all wet and ready for him. She had her love juices flowing out and down the crack of her ass already. He thought to himself, "Damn she's hot! I gotta hurry and make her cum again so I can bury my hard cock deep in that wet pussy." He looked up and smiled at her and knew she was thinking the exact same thing about making her cum again. 

He stuck his tongue out and pressed just the tip against her clit for a few seconds before releasing it. He made several long sweeping strokes over her opening and clit, tasting her sweet essence. He slid a pair of fingers into her sheath and started rubbing them all around her walls, in and out, left and right, up and down. He bent his fingers slightly and pressed against the upper front wall of her sheath against her g-spot. She moaned loudly and within seconds, she was oozing her love cream again, covering his fingers with it.

Tony moved up onto the couch and moved to position himself at her hot opening. Calli raised her hips and impaled herself on his throbbing rod. He started moving slowly in and out of her sheath, in long slow steady strokes. Her breathing quickened and she raised her hips with each thrust. "More Tony! Fuck me harder baby! I want you soooooo bad!" she whispered huskily. He complied and started moving faster, thrusting fully into her before almost withdrawing completely and burying himself again completely. His speed increased more with every few thrusts, her hips matching his thrusts in a steadily increasing rhythm. 

His head dipped down and he kissed her deeply, his tongue copying what his pelvis was doing. She brought her hands up and grabbed his shoulders, her nails sinking into his firm muscular flesh. Within seconds, her muscles tensed and quivered as the orgasm hit her hard, like waves crashing upon the sand at the beach. Tony felt her sheath clench around his cock, like a fist grabbing a water hose, squeezing, releasing, squeezing and releasing again. Seconds later, he was pumping his hot sticky cum deep inside her pussy as the climax hit him. He collapsed on her and kissed her tenderly on the forehead as they both tried to catch their breath. "Oh my God Tony! That was wonderful! I've never cum that hard before. I don't dare stand up in case I get dizzy and fall down." she said, panting. 

He smiled and said, "Babe, there's no reason for either of us to get up right now. We can lay here all night if you want to. I'm sure Carol and Mark and the others are all doing fine and having their own fun either at home or at The Naughty Bunny." With that, he slipped his now soft cock from her and pulled a blanket from the back of the couch, covering them both with it. She tucked her shoulder under his and laid her head on his shoulder after he reached over and grabbed the TV remote from the end table. He turned on the TV and they laid there watching TV until Tony heard her yawn and sigh contentedly. He looked down at Calli's face and saw that she had fallen asleep. He reached up and turned off the light, then hit the power button on the remote, turning off the TV. He pulled Calli tighter to him and kissed her again, then tucked the blanket around her shoulders before falling asleep with her on the couch.

Meanwhile, back at the bar, Carol and Mark were dancing close on the dance floor, her hands on his shoulders, his hands at her waist. "I could use another drink, dear." Carol said to Mark. He nodded and led her off the dance floor back to their table.  

She saw a quickly written note written on a napkin by her glass. It was from Penny and read, "Carol, Me n Ramone went 4 a walk. Will call u n Calli 2morrow! Wink wink! Luv ya, P"

Carol showed Mark the note and he smiled. "Looks like we're all getting lucky tonight, my love." Carol nodded and sat down, then picked up her double strawberry daiquiri and took a drink. Mark finished off his beer and went to the bar to get another. Carol looked up and saw Meg and Walt, Brenda and Pete walking toward her. They all sat down and took drinks. Carol showed them the note that Penny had left on the napkin, and they all smiled with wicked grins, knowing why Ramone and Penny had left. The girls all knew that Penny was going to have a special sex fantasy surprise ready for Ramone and that she was going to tell them all about it tomorrow.

Penny had told them all at dinner what she had planned, a naughty hooker/bad cop fantasy that she wanted to do for Ramone, including using a pair or two of her handcuffs from her "toybox" that she keeps under her bed, along with a blindfold and a few silk scarves to tie Ramone up with. The girls all laughed and wished Penny luck with the fun. They even offered up more suggestions for making it even more fun. 

Calli had suggested chocolate and whipped cream - covered strawberries.

Meg had said,"You should have some sexy, seductive music playing in the background." 

Carol said, "Break out the vibes, girl!" 

Brenda said, "Make him wear nothing but a cop hat, a neck-tie and a ...gunbelt, girlfriend!" 

Penny looked at her four best friends and smiled, then said, "Great ideas! I'll let ya know how it goes when I call ya tomorrow!"

Girls Night Out Ch. 03



Her friend, Yan, a Chinese hottie, tall and thin with long legs and very long, lush, black hair has been the center of my sexual fantasies lately. Okay, I admit it, she's been my fantasy since the first day I met her. I've always imagined doing her with my girlfriend participating in the lovemaking.

Donna and Yan compliment one another. Yan is the more fun and daring woman while Donna is more careful and reserved woman. And because they are so close, I find myself very much attracted to Yan. Sure, it certainly helped that she looked the way she did too. There is something erotically intoxicating about Asian women, maybe it has something to do with the way they mispronounce their L's and R's that I find so endearing.

Recalling some of the conversations that I'd had with Yan over the years, the body language and the constant eye contact, I suspected that she was attracted to me as well. Maybe it was wishful thinking on my part, but sometimes you can tell that there is a bit more there. I truly believed that if it hadn't been for Donna, Yan and I would be together as a couple. 

It was unfortunate that Donna was not the type to allow a third party into our bedroom for a fun-filled, once only, sexual evening because Yan would be first on my list to invite. Matter of fact, I think that had I been with Yan instead of with Donna, she would have agreed to introduce another woman to the relationship, probably Donna. Only, Donna would never have had any part of it. She seemed too uptight in her morals to be part of a threesome and too rigid in her sexuality to have sex with a woman.

Then again, if I was with Yan there might not be any need to introduce anyone else to our sexual relationship. I imagined her being everything that I could ever want in a woman. Unfortunately, knowing Donna as I do, I'm sure that including Yan in our lovemaking would never sit well with her. Oh, my God, if I thought I'd have half a chance of convincing Donna to have a threesome with another man, having a threesome with another woman is out of the question. She'd never go for that in a million years. 

Having her best friend fuck her boyfriend and then have him watch while she and Yan went at it...right...in your dreams, Freddie, in your dreams. Although, during one of our hot love making sessions, when we had first gotten together as a couple and after having a few drinks, Donna admitted that she'd had a brief lesbian relationship in college. It wasn't until later, when I met Yan, that I wondered if she had been her lesbian lover.

In the hopes of trying to persuade Donna to experiment with something new I'd even told her that it could be another man if that would turn her on to try a threesome. That conversation nearly turned violent but I'd managed to wrestle the waffle iron from her hand before she hit me with it. Man, she had a short fuse sometimes. I chalked it up to her Irish heritage, her flaming red hair, and the stress of her job.

"You've got to be kidding."

She'd pounded that pointed index finger in my chest, punctuating her point with it.

"I don't want to have sex with anyone else but you." 

That display had made me glad that I loved her because if I ever tried to break up with her it seemed she might hunt me down, kill me and dismember me. And I could only hope that she would kill me before dismembering me.

She made me feel like a pervert when she laid the guilt trips on me too. I'm just a normal guy with normal needs thinking normally, albeit usually about stupid, guy sexual stuff.

"So do you want to have sex with another woman?"

She'd given me a hard look while waiting for me to respond and I so much wanted to say, 'fuck, yeah.' but knowing her temper, I controlled myself.

"No, I only want you but—"

"But what?"

"I just thought we could spice things up a little."

"I'm not enough for you?"

Gees, when she got like that, I couldn't even get the words out of my mouth before she had an instant response; she's the one who should have been the lawyer, a prosecutor instead of an accountant. I imagined her in a courtroom grilling a witness on the stand.

"And isn't that your gun?"

"Yes."

"And your bullets?"

"Yes."

"And didn't you tell everyone in the bar that if she ever left you that you would kill her."

"Yes, but I—"

"Did you kill her?"

"No but I—"

"But what? Did you or didn't you kill her?"

"Okay, okay, I killed her. I can't take your questions anymore. Just stop hounding me with questions, no more, please!"

Donna would've been one hell of a DA with a very high conviction record, pulling confessions from those who weren't even guilty just so that they could escape her interrogations. It was funny the things that ran through your mind while having stupid arguments with your girlfriend.

"Donna, you are more than enough for me. Never mind. Forget that I ever suggested it. Okay?" I'd thrown up my hands in submission. "It was just a stupid suggestion. I'm sorry for mentioning it. Please forgive me."

To be continued...



Girls Night Out Ch. 03



Note: I suggest you read the first two part of this story to understand the characters and the plot so far.

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The two women stood up from the table. Amanda seemed to hesitate a second, so Marie took her hand and asked, "Are you sure you want to do this, sweetie?" She smiled reassuringly to the older woman.

"No, I'm not sure," Amanda said. "But I'll never know for sure unless I try it, right?" She smiled weakly back at Marie.

"Okay, I just don't want to push you into something you're not ready for."

"No, it's okay, let's go." The two women walked out of the room, Marie leading the way. Amanda did have some doubts on her mind. It wasn't her relationship with her husband, Phil, that was holding her back. It was the fear of opening a door, a potential Pandora's box, into her desires and psyche that was the concern. What if she enjoyed the experience too much? What would the implications of that be for her life as a faculty wife and mom in their small town?

The three glasses of wine had taken just enough of an edge off of the decision to allow Amanda to follow Marie. Amanda was certainly aware of what she was doing, but could admit to herself that without the alcohol, she would have been unlikely to have agreed to what had transpired so far with Marie, never mind what was still to come.

"You want to stop for another glass of wine on the way?" Marie had stopped in front of one of the rooms that contained a bar.

"No, I don't want any more, thanks. And if we stop at all, I'm not sure I'll be able to continue," Amanda said with another weak smile.

"Okay," Marie responded reassuringly. And holding Amanda's hand, she continued walking toward the back and the hallway to the playroom.

Just as they passed another room, Angie came walking out, hair a mess, and breathing heavily. She looked surprised to see the two other women. "Wow, that was some wild dancing! What's up? Where are you guys going?"

Marie and Amanda looked at each other for a brief second. Marie hesitated, waiting for Amanda to speak up, but she was quiet and looked back at Marie. "Um, we're heading back to the playroom," she said quietly.

A look of surprise crossed Angie's face. She turned to Amanda. "Really?"

Amanda looked down at her toes, unable to meet Angie's eyes. Angie read her lack of confirmation as doubt about what she was doing, and wanted to make sure she was okay. She put her hands on both sides of Amanda's face, and gently raised her head so that their eyes met. "Amanda -- are you really okay with this?"

Amanda still didn't answer for a few seconds, but then dropped Marie's hand and raised both of hers to place them over Angie's hands on her cheeks. "I don't know, Ang -- I really don't know. I feel like I want to give it a try, but I'll admit I'm scared." 

"Well then let's sit down and talk about it, sweetie." Angie turned to Marie. "You okay with that?"

Marie had a slight look of exasperation on her face. "Hey, look -- I don't want to push her into anything, I just thought she was looking for a good time," she responded.

"Let me talk to her, and we'll come find you in a bit, okay?" Angie said to Marie.

"Fine, I'll be here."

Leading Amanda by the hand, Angie led her back to the room with soft music in it, and sat down at a table. Amanda was still looking down at the ground.

"What is it sweetie? Talk to me." Angie once again lifted Amanda's head as she spoke, this time with a gentle hand under her chin.

"I thought I wanted to do it, Ang," she responded. "I liked the attention she was paying to me, and I liked kissing her. It was very sensual, in a way I've never experienced with Phil or any other man for that matter. As she was touching me, I was thinking that for the first time I really understood what Ellyn had been telling me about how it was between two women, and how it was different than with a guy. So I thought, this is my chance to really experience it. But then I got, I don't know, just a little nervous I guess when the reality of going back into that room hit me."

"What was it? Was it the idea of doing some of those things with Marie, or the idea of there being other people around?"

"I just don't know, Ang -- I'm so confused!" With this Angie noticed a small tear running down Amanda's cheek. She leaned across the small table and pulled Amanda close to her, putting her head on her shoulder. She patted her back. "It's okay, hon, it really is." She continued to rub her back until she felt Amanda's sobs stop, and she pulled back again. "What you're feeling is very natural. Look, you're conflicted by these feelings, and I'll be the first one to tell you it's not easy to deal with it."

Amanda took a handkerchief out of her purse and dabbed at her eyes. "Yeah, I know. I've just never felt this way before. I do want to explore these feelings, but I just don't know. . . ." She let the thought trail off.

"Stay here, hon, I'll be right back." Angie got up and left the room, returning a few minutes later with two glasses of seltzer with limes in them. "Here, drink some of this, it will make you feel better."

Amanda took a drink of the water, then put her glass down and smiled at Angie. "Thanks, that does help."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Angie asked her.

"Sure, I think I'm okay now."

"Look, sweetie -- you're in a situation you've never experienced before. You're away from home, away from your responsibilities as a wife, and a mother, so I think it's natural for you to be feeling that sense of trying to explore who you are and what you want. And I'm sure the wine didn't hurt," she added with a smile.

Amanda smiled back at her. "No, I'm sure it didn't hurt, though I think I'm beginning to sober up, which is a good thing I guess." She took another sip of her seltzer.

"Tell me honestly, Amanda -- have you ever fantasized about being with another woman?"

Amanda hesitated a few seconds before answering. "Well, I don't know if 'fantasize' is the right word, I mean I've never masturbated thinking about another woman." This confession made her blush a bit, a reaction that was visible to Angie even in the dim light of the room. "I have thought about it, especially when I've been talking about things like that with Ellyn. So I guess I'd describe it more as a curiosity." She took another sip of the seltzer. "Does that make sense?"

"Sure," Angie confirmed. "I understand. Look, I'm certainly not going to tell you what to do. But I will tell you that I think it's very healthy to explore our desires, to figure out what it is we want in life. Some things are probably best kept as fantasies -- or 'curiosities,' as you put it -- but some things are worth trying. I'm a firm believer that you don't want to reach some point down the road and regret not having tried something before it's too late." 

Having realized how she had put that, Angie quickly added, "Not that I think you're approaching a time when it would be too late for you to explore this side of you."

Amanda laughed, but then was quiet, thinking about what Angie had said. "What do I want?" she thought to herself. Amanda could see her friend was deep in thought, and decided she had to let her work some of these things through on her own. She respected her silence, and sat back waiting for her to respond.

After a few minutes, Amanda finally spoke up. "I think you're right, Ang. There are some things I have to think about. But I think that the hesitation I had about Marie was the setting. When we bumped into you, and you asked me about it, the image of what we had seen in the playroom earlier flashed into my head. And I guess that shocked me just enough to think about whether I wanted to go and put myself into that situation. So as I thought about it, I had some doubts about whether that was something I could really do -- sex in a public place like that with some woman I just met. Especially as my first experience."

Angie placed her hand over Amanda's. "That is a big step, sweetie. I mean, you're not likely to bump into anyone you know here, but the scene in the playroom is not for everyone."

"Yeah, I guess that's what I realized. Maybe someday that could be me, but it's just not who I am right now." She drank some more seltzer. "I hope you're not disappointed in me?" she asked Angie with a weak smile.

To that question, Angie reached across the table and gave her friend another hug. "Absolutely not -- you need to be true to who you are, that's the important thing hon." She leaned back again and looked at her watch. "Hey, what do you say we get out of here. It's already 11:15."

Amanda put her glass down and stood up. "Yeah, you're right. I think I've had enough of this place for one night."

Angie joined her standing, and said, "Okay, let's blow this joint." The two women walked out of the room, heading for the exit. Before they got there, Amanda stopped. "What is it?" Angie asked.

"Should we go find Marie and tell her I'm leaving?" she inquired.

"No," Angie replied, shaking her head. "Don't worry about her. I'm sure she'll figure it out on her own, and if not, if she sees me in here another time she'll ask."

"Okay," Amanda responded. She followed the other woman out the door and back to her car in the rear of the building. As they pulled out of the lot, Angie asked, "You want me to take you back to the hotel?"

"Yeah, I think that's best, thanks," Amanda responded as she sank back into the seat of the Miata.

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As the women drove back to Amanda's hotel, they avoided the subject of the club and talked about the wedding and Amanda's shopping excursion earlier in the day. They pulled up in front of the hotel and Angie turned off the engine. Turning toward Amanda she said, "You okay?"

"I dunno, to be truthful," Amanda responded. "I'm just confused I guess. I feel like I have some things to work through." She let out a big sigh.

"You wanna talk some more? Will that help, or is sleep what you need right now?" she inquired with a smile.

"No, I'm really not tired, I'm sort of buzzed actually." Amanda quickly replied. "I don't have to be up at any time in the morning. So yeah, maybe talking it through some more would help. And to tell you the truth, I'm sort of hungry. Maybe we can go in and get a bite to eat and talk. Are you hungry?"

Angie laughed. "Me? I can always eat! And I don't have to be at work first thing in the morning, so I can sleep in a bit too." She started her car again, and pulled around and into the hotel's parking garage. The two women got into the elevator and headed up to the hotel lobby. Exiting the elevator, they walked through the lobby and toward the restaurant.

As they rounded the corner, Angie said, "Damn!"

"What is it?"

"It's closed, I forgot how late it is and that the restaurant wouldn't be open so late on a Monday night. And I can tell you that there's not going to be anything else around here that's still serving."

"Hold on a sec," Amanda responded. "Wait here." She walked over to the hotel's registration desk, and Angie saw her speaking with one of the clerks. She turned and walked back with a smile on her face. "Good news -- she said that room service has a 24-hour menu. It's only sandwiches and stuff, but at least we can get some food."

"Hey, that'll work for me."

"Great, we'll go up to my room then."

They entered the elevators that service the guest room floors, and rode up to the 16th floor. Turning right, Angie followed Amanda back to her room. Amanda got her key card out of her purse, and opening the door, said, "After you -- and please excuse the mess."

Angie laughed. "Don't worry, I know exactly what the room looks like. I doubt they have late night maid service to clean it up after we went out."

Sure enough, the room was exactly as they had left it. Amanda picked up the black dress she had earlier tried on for Angie and hung it back up in the closet. She grabbed the binder with the room service menu and threw it to Angie. "Why don't you see what the options are. I've gotta get out of this dress, if you don't mind."

Angie managed to catch the binder. As she sat down in the chair and flipped through to find the menu, she looked out of the corner of her eye at Amanda as she began unbuttoning the red dress. As the buttons came undone, Amanda's large breasts, unfettered by a bra, started spilling out of the dress. Angie continued to stare, trying not to do so too obtrusively. But she was enjoying the view as Amanda got enough of the buttons undone to pull the dress over her head and fling it onto the bed. "Damn," Angie thought to herself, "she does still have a nice body for someone who's had a couple of kids." She stared at Amanda's large breasts, mocha-colored areolas, and prominent nipples before she turned to walk into the bathroom. This gave Angie a nice view of her panty-clad ass. "Nicely rounded," Angie continued to think to herself. "I love the way those panties show off the definition of her two cheeks and the cleft between them."

As Amanda entered the bathroom, Angie returned to the task at hand. She began looking through the late night menu to see what looked appealing to her. She heard the water running in the bathroom, and after a few minutes, she saw Amanda come back out dressed in the white hotel robe, her panties in her hand. She opened up the closet door and threw the panties onto the floor, closing the door behind her. Angie was disappointed for a moment to see her in the robe, but quickly recovered and said, "You in the mood for a sandwich or a salad? That seems to be the choice." She noticed that Amanda had washed off of her face the little bit of makeup she had been wearing.

"Hmmm, I guess a sandwich would be better."

Angie tossed the binder back at her. "Here, you can choose for yourself, I know what I want."

"Hey!" Amanda responded, dropping the binder on the floor.

"Bad catch, clumsy," Angie said with a smile.

"Worse toss!" Amanda fired back at her. She retrieved the binder and sat down on the bed, flipping through to the menu. As she did so, her robe fell open a bit, leaving Angie with a nice view of her creamy upper things. She thought she saw just a hint of public hair between the two sides of the robe. Even though she had seen her friend totally naked a few hours earlier, she found her incredibly sexy sitting there like that. "Okay, get that out of your head," Angie thought to herself.

"Okay, I know what I want. I'll give them a call -- what about you?" Amanda asked her, bringing her out of her reverie.

"Um, I'll have the grilled ham and Swiss with mustard and lettuce on it, and a ginger ale."

"Okay." Amanda picked up the phone, pressed the button for room service, and ordered sandwiches and drinks for the two of them. Before hanging up, she added, "Oh, and can you add the plate of assorted cookies," winking at Angie as she did.

"Oooh, that sounds like a good addition!"

"Yeah, I thought you'd enjoy those," Amanda answered back. "They said it would be about 15 minutes."

"k."

Amanda returned to the bed, plumped up a couple of the pillows, and sat back on the bed, facing Angie in the chair. She smiled shyly at her and said, "So what the fuck am I going to do, my friend?"

Angie laughed. "I dunno, hon -- can you be a little more specific?" She was gazing again at her legs, most of which were now visible between the two sides of the robe which had fallen partially open. She now saw a definite bit of Amanda's public curls at the bottom of the inverted vee formed by the two sides of the robe.

"Well, what do I do about this curiosity I have? I guess I could just go back home Wednesday, get on with my life and forget about this whole thing." She said this with a certain dejection in her voice that Angie picked up on.

"Yeah, I guess you could," she replied. "Um, are there any opportunities for you to satisfy your curiosity, as you so deftly put it, back home?"

Amanda laughed out loud at this idea. "No, I don't think I could do that. It's such a small town, with everyone plugged into the university one way or another. It's so damn incestuous around there, I just don't think I could see myself getting involved with someone. I'd be too worried about it leaking out."

"And Phil finding out?"

Amanda thought about this for a while before she answered, then shook her head. "No, it's not that, really. Believe it or not, I think I could handle things with Phil. He is sort of old fashioned and all, but I think if I had a heart-to-heart with him, and told him I wanted to explore this side of my life, I think he'd understand. I'd have to reassure him that I loved him, and wasn't going to leave him, of course, but I really think he'd be okay."

Angie asked, "And you don't see yourself leaving him for a woman?"

"Well, never say 'never,' I guess, but I really don't think that would happen. I do love him, and in the bottom of my heart, I do like the life I have with him. But I don't want to think that that life closes out other opportunities."

"Look, Amanda," Angie told her. "Life always has risks. You could be at the grocery store getting dinner for Phil and the kids, meet some guy, and decide he's the man you'd never met before who could be your life's one love. I'm sure Phil understands that life has risks too."

"Yeah, you're right. I never was a romantic about that 'til death do you part' stuff in wedding vows. Which," she quickly added with a smile, "were not included in our vows." She shifted on the bed, turning more toward Angie, to rest her head on one propped up arm. As she did this, the top part of her robe spread open a bit, giving Angie a view of almost her entire breast, with the nipple almost -- but not quite -- peeking out above the robe. "I mean, when I married Phil, I did so expecting to spend the rest of my life with him. But I'm also enough of a realist to recognize that all marriages have their ups and downs, and some just don't make it."

Angie wondered if Amanda realized the effect she was having, lying on the bed with her robe partially opened. Angie was certainly enjoying the view, though, no matter what Amanda's intent was.

"That seems like a healthy attitude, sweetie," Angie said with a smile.

Just then a knock came at the door, following by a quiet call of "Room service." "I'll get it," Angie said, and hopped up from the chair. She walked over to the door and opened it, ushering the waiter in with the tray. "You can put it on the desk over there, thanks."

As the waiter walked into the room, he glanced over at Amanda lying on the bed. "Hi," she said to him. Angie noticed that she didn't bother shifting her position at all.

"Hello, how are you this evening?" Angie thought she saw a little appreciative smile come across the waiter's face. She chuckled to herself. "I'm sure he's enjoying that view," she thought. 

He placed the tray down and handed the check to Angie. She looked questioningly at Amanda, who replied, "Just go ahead and sign it." Angie scribbled her name on the check, saying, "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Just put the tray outside your room when you're done." He smiled at her, took another glance at Amanda, then walked out, closing the door behind him.

Angie picked up the plate with Amanda's sandwich and her drink, and brought it over to the bed, placing the drink on the night stand. Amanda sat up a bit to make it easier to eat the sandwich. Angie went back to the desk and retrieved her plate and drink, and headed back toward the chair. But before she could get there, Amanda said, "No, bring it up here, we'll have like a little picnic on the bed! There's plenty of room."

Angie stopped, glancing at the king size bed. "Okay, I guess that'll work." She placed her drink on the other night stand, moving the clock radio out of the way. She put the plate on the bed, and slipped off her shoes. Just as she was getting ready to get on the bed, Amanda said, "Hey -- if you're worried about getting food on your dress, there's another robe in the closet."




Girls Night Out Ch. 03



Angie thought for a second. The idea of getting out of the dress and being more comfortable was appealing. "Yeah, good idea I guess. This knit fabric doesn't take stains very well."

She walked over to the closet and opened the door, finding the other robe hanging there. As she took it off the hanger, she looked down, seeing the panties that Amanda had just thrown down there. She could clearly see the damp gusset, stained a much darker than the rest of the panties. "Wow," she thought to herself, "she really was turned on." She had a strong urge to reach down and smell them, curious as to what Amanda's arousal smelled like. But she didn't dare, it would be just too obvious she thought.

She brought the robe back and sat it down on the bed. Turning and sitting on the bed, she looked over her shoulder at Amanda. "Can you give me a hand with the zipper, sweetie?" she asked.

Amanda looked over at Angie's muscular back, thinking back to the first impression of the dress she had had when Angie walked into the room hours earlier. "Very sexy," she thought, as she undid the hook and began lowering the zipper. As she did, she realized her earlier guess was correct, that Angie was not wearing a bra over her small breasts. She continued with the zipper until it stopped, just below the waist band of Angie's silk, lace-trimmed panties. Amanda felt a little flutter in her heart as the panties came into view, bringing her back to the feeling she had had when Marie had been stroking her leg in the club earlier in the evening.

"Thanks, hon," Angie said, as she stood up. She turned and slipped the black dress off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. As she did so, her small, but perfectly-rounded breasts came into Amanda's view for the first time. She suppressed a small gasp of appreciation in seeing them like this. Amanda noticed that Angie's nipples were quite large for the size of the breasts; she didn't know if that was their natural state, or if she was aroused.

Angie picked up the robe from the bed and put it on her, tying the sash. Looking down as she did, she realized her nipples had grown as she had felt Amanda's gentle hands lowering the zipper down her back. The combination of having been gazing at Amanda's Rubenesque body, and the thrill of showing off her own slimmer form to her, was enough to heighten her own arousal. She picked up her dress and draped it over the back of the desk chair.

"There that's better." she said, moving back to the bed and sitting Indian-style next to Angie. "Now I don't have to worry about dripping any mustard on my dress," she added with a laugh.

"I don't know about you," Amanda said, "but between the kids and my own klutziness, I'm constantly getting food on my clothes. So I'm used to immediately taking my nice clothes off after I've been out."

"I'm sure it is a challenge, especially with the kids," Angie laughed.

The two women ate in silence for a few minutes. Amanda looked over at her friend, the robe tightly hugging her body. The black silk panties were plainly visible underneath the robe, and Amanda realized that she was enjoying the view. She felt a little tingle between her own legs at the thought of the prizes that might be hidden inside Angie's robe.

She was brought back to the present by Angie's question. "So , where did we leave things?"

"Huh?" Amanda answered, not sure what she was asking.

"I mean with you -- how are you going to deal with this curiosity?"

Amanda sighed. "Oh, I just don't know. Maybe I'm just being silly -- am I too young for a mid-life crisis?" she asked with a chuckle.

"Sorry, hon, but women don't have mid-life crises -- that's just for men who buy sports cars, get tattoos, or have affairs with students. Or all three." The two women laughed at this idea.

They finished their sandwiches, and Angie brought their plates back to the room service tray on the desk. She grabbed the plate of cookies, removed the plastic wrap, and brought it back placing it down between the two of them. She reached back and took a sip of her drink from the night stand. She placed it back down and turned back to face Amanda again. As she did, she saw her staring at her.

"What? What is it? Do I have food stuck in my teeth. Shit, that happens to me all the time," she said, reaching up to pick at her teeth with a nail. As she did so, Amanda reached out and grabbed her hand.

"No, you don't have any food stuck in your teeth," she explained. "I want you to do something."

"Oh, okay," Angie answered, relieved. "Sure, what is it?"

Amanda hesitated a second before replying. "I want you to kiss me."

Angie started at her friend for a moment. She knew she heard her correctly. "Are you sure, Amanda? I don't want to start. . . ."

Amanda cut her off. "Shut up and kiss me." She leaned forward, putting her hand behind Angie's head and drawing her closer to her. Angie did as instructed, and leaned forward herself. Their lips met in a tender kiss. As Angie savored the first taste of Amanda's lips on hers, she wanted to be careful about being too aggressive. But she had little to worry about; Amanda's pent up emotions from her encounter with Marie earlier in the evening had her wanting more. Angie felt Amanda's tongue firmly pushing against her lips, and she parted hers to yield to her friend's desire. Their tongues started to play with one another, lightly circling the other, the taste of their just-finished meals still on their taste buds.

After a few moments of kissing like this, Amanda pulled back, still staring at Angie, but now with a very slight smile on her lips. "You okay?" Angie inquired.

"You seem to be asking me that a lot tonight," she responded with a larger smile breaking across her face. "And yes, I'm just fine, thank you." She leaned in and they kissed again, this time their lips parted even further. Angie smelled the hotel soap on Amanda's face from where she had washed off her makeup. Amanda pulled back once more, and this time, leaned back against the pillows again. "Come here," she said, "put your head here." She patted her breasts in explanation. 

Angie scooted over to be closer to her on the bed, moving the plate of cookies out of the way. She wasn't sure exactly what Amanda wanted, but the tingling she felt between her legs confirmed that whatever it was, she was enjoying getting there. As she leaned her head down to place it on Amanda's breasts, she saw her untying the sash and pulling the robe open, exposing the large breasts to her. She placed her head sideways on one of them, one arm around Amanda's back and the other over the front of her waist. As she lowered her head, her nostrils encountered a scent she knew well. She smelled Amanda's arousal that had been so clearly displayed on her wet panties in the closet.

As she lowered head, Amanda began gently stroking her hair. She did this for a few minutes, without saying a word. Angie reveled in the sensation, enjoying the feeling of Amanda's soft breasts underneath her head, and her plush body beneath her two arms. She wanted more, but was still cautious about scaring Amanda off by moving too quickly.

As if she was reading Angie's mind, Amanda said, "It's okay, love, I'm enjoying this. Please help guide me." With this encouragement, Angie turned her head slightly, bring her lips in contact with Amanda's large nipple. She brought it into her mouth, lightly sucking it and rolling her tongue around it, teasing it to grow even further. 

Amanda put her head back on the pillow, surrendering to the sensations she was enjoying. A sigh escaped her lips, emboldening Angie even further. She picked her head up, releasing the turgid nipple, and sat up enough to be able to undo the sash on Amanda's robe. Pushing the two sides apart, she fully exposed the two breasts to her view, along with Amanda's unshaven pussy. She sat up, taking the whole view in appreciatively.

"My god, you are beautiful, Amanda," she said.

Amanda immediately blushed, saying in protest, "No, I'm not -- I'm fat, and. . . ." But before she could go any further, just as before Angie put a finger to her lips. "Stop -- when someone compliments you, you don't argue. You say, 'thank you'."

Amanda started to protest, but Angie gave her a mock stern look. She stopped, and meekly said, "Thank you."

"That's better, sweetie. And I mean it, I'm not just saying that. Yes, you've got some extra pounds on you, but you carry it well, and you're incredibly sexy. I just love your breasts and nipples." And with that, she lowered her head again, now focusing on the other breast, planting sweet kisses all around it, first on the top, then the sides, then gently lifting it up and kissing the underside. Amanda sighed again, then felt Angie slipping the nipple into her mouth and sucking it even harder than she had sucked the other. Amanda felt an immediate jolt in her pussy, a connection between two of her erogenous zones she had only rarely felt before.

"Oh god, Ang, that feels so good," she said dreamily.

Releasing the nipple, Angie replied with a smile, "Good sweetie, I'm glad you're enjoying it, because that's the intent."

"Enjoyment is an understatement -- it feels amazing!"

"Good, then just relax and concentrate on what your body is feeling. Here, sit up for a second." Amanda complied, and as she did, Angie slipped the robe off her shoulders, fully exposing her upper body. She pushed the two sides apart. "Lift your hips for a second, hon." As Amanda did, Angie pulled the robe out from underneath her, throwing it on the floor. "Now, that's better," she said with a smile. 

Amanda leaned back on the pillows again, and as she did, Angie lowered head to kiss her breasts. But this time after a few kisses, she began moving downward, kissing first the round of Amanda's belly, then lightly tonguing her belly button. As she did this, Amanda continued stroking her head, running her fingers lightly through Angie's short hair. 

As she moved lower, Amanda's arousal hit her nostrils even more fully. Angie drank in the scent, appreciating the effect her ministrations were having on her friend. As she moved below Amanda's belly button, she felt her pubic curls tickling her chin. That only motivated her to continue her trek downward, now lightly tonguing the curls at the top of her pubes. In response, Amanda's legs parted, providing Angie with more access.

As Angie gazed up at Amanda, she saw her eyes were closed and she was playing with her own nipples, her fingers lightly squeezing each one. There was no question Amanda was now fully engaged in the action, off in some dream world as Angie's tongue continued its efforts.

As Angie moved her head lower, she drank in even more clearly the scent of Amanda's arousal. As she lightly touched her tongue for the first time to Amanda's labia, she was not surprised to find them dripping. The lubrication she found there made for easy travel of her tongue up and down one, followed shortly after by the other. As she did this, she felt Amanda's hands on her head, playing with her hair, stroking it, lightly pulling it, running her fingers through it. She took this as encouragement to continue her efforts. She did so, now taking one labia between her lips, sucking on it, pulling it away from her body. This was not easy, given how much lubrication was on them. But Angie succeeded with both of them.

Before continuing any further, she lifted her head up for a moment. "You taste delicious, sweetie," she told her newfound lover. Amanda opened her eyes and Angie saw that her comment elicited another blush from her, one that traveled from her head clear down to her large breasts.

"Thanks, though it's a little embarrassing I get so wet when I'm aroused like that."

"No, no!" Angie protested. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's such a turn on for me when I can smell and taste a woman's arousal like that."

"Okay," Amanda responded. As she was laying back against the pillows again, she said, "Hey -- something's not right here?"

"What?" Angie inquired with concern.

"How come I'm totally naked and I don't get to see your sexy body?" Amanda said with a smile.

"Oh," Angie laughed, "sure!" She lifted herself up off the bed enough to take off her robe and slip off her panties. As she did, Amanda looked at her naked body for the first time. "Sexy," she thought, with those small, perky breasts. As she looked down, she was surprised at first to see that Angie was shaved. She chuckled.

"Hey, what's so funny?" 

"Oh, sorry -- I just noticed that you shave down there, and I was a little surprised. I've never seen a woman who shaves there in person before."

"Oh, c'mon -- you gotta be kidding me?" Angie asked in shock.

"Nope, guess it's just not that common in our small town." Amanda hesitated for a few seconds before going on. "Actually, Ang, the truth is, I just haven't seen that many women naked."

Angie laughed back at her. "Well, gaze away, my friend -- I'm fine with showing it off." With that she climbed back onto the bed on her knees, and scooted up so that she was kneeling right next to Amanda's head, her pussy less than a foot away.

Amanda gave her a playful shove. "Get back to what you were doing, I want more of that."

"Yes, ma'am," Angie responded, giving her a mock salute. She went back toward the bottom of the bed, and Amanda parted her legs even further to give her better access. Angie stuck her tongue out once again, now pushing it into Amanda's very wet slit, licking on the inner portion of her large labia, and then tickling the inner labia. She heard Amanda moaning, and her body started to writhe around a little bit. She figured that it was not going to take much to get her to orgasm, given how aroused she must have been earlier in the evening, along with what she was seeing now right in front of her.

She pushed her tongue a bit deeper into Amanda's pussy, and began moving it up and down. She allowed it to tickle her perineum at the bottom of each stroke, and at the top, she gave a good lick to Amanda's clitoris which was now well extended and sticking out from the hood. It only took about five of these licks before she felt Amanda's body tense up, and her legs scissored tight around Angie's body. A crashing orgasm wracked her body for about ten seconds, Angie immobilized there by Amanda's powerful legs.

Angie used her hands to lightly stroke Amanda's sides and belly as she came down from the orgasm. After a couple of minutes, her breathing returned to normal, and putting her hands underneath Angie's armpits, Amanda yanked her up to lie on top of her. Amanda kissed her new lover again, tasting her own juices on Angie's face. She was somewhat surprised to find that she enjoyed the taste, a slight tang to it, but a sweetness also.

"Oh my god, that felt so good, Ang, thank you so much."

"My pleasure, sweetie. In case you couldn't tell, I really enjoy doing that," Angie responded.

"Yeah, I could tell. I mean, Phil has done that for me, not very often I'll admit, and it does seem to feel like it's an obligation when he does it. But with you, it just felt different, like you were really into it."

"I was, sweetie -- you've got a beautiful pussy." Amanda blushed again hearing this compliment. "In fact, I'm not done, if you're up for a little more."

Amanda looked at her. "Sure, I'm up for it. But I'll admit my clit might be a little sensitive, so be careful there."

"No problem, come here." With that she rolled off of Amanda, and lied back on the bed facing up, her head on one of the pillows. "Come sit on top of me."

Amanda rolled over herself, and straddled Angie's body kneeling. She was over her waist, but knew what Angie was suggesting. She realized that she had never done this before; every time Phil had gone down on her, she had been lying on the bed and he got between her legs. She had once suggested this position to him, but he made some comment about her "being too big to be on top of him that way." Amanda was incredibly hurt by the comment, and never suggested it again. "Are you sure you want me to do that?" she asked Angie.

"Hell yes!" was the enthusiastic response she heard. "Why wouldn't I want that?"

"Well, I'm sort of large, and. . ."

Angie cut her off. "Look, we've already talked about that, and besides, I've done this with bigger women than you, sweetie. Now get up here." With this she winked at her, and the combination of those words and the wink helped melt any remaining inhibitions Amanda had. She scooted up Angie's body, and kneeled down with her pussy just an inch or two from her face. Angie reached around and grabbed Amanda's ass cheeks in her two hands, yanking her in the final distance so that her tongue could reach out and into Amanda's pussy again.

Amanda put her hands on the headboard as she felt Angie's tongue teasing her again. True to her word, Angie was careful to avoid her clit, and concentrated instead on exploring seemingly every inch of her pussy. "God, this is phenomenal," she thought to herself.

It was only another few minutes or so before another orgasm hit Amanda, her large body quivering on top of Angie, her hands gripping the headboard tightly. As it hit, Angie pulled her head back from Amanda's pussy, and looked up to see her large tits, each capped by a very red, distended nipple, bouncing up and down on her body. She felt Amanda's juices all over her neck and upper chest.

As the shaking stopped, Amanda let go of the headboard and used her hands to stroke Angie's head. "Oh, sweetie, that was so good."

"Amanda, hon, there's something else I want you do to for me," Angie responded.

"Sure, at this point I'd do anything for you," she smiled down at her.

"Okay, then turn around."

Amanda looked down at her quizzically, not sure what she meant. Angie read the confusion on her face, and explained, "Just rotate your body so you're facing my feet."

"Oh, okay." Amanda lifted one knee, rotated 180 degrees, and placed herself back down on Angie's body. As she did this, she had a wonderful view of Angie's shaven pussy, highlighted by her now very engorged, pink lips sticking out. "They're beautiful," she thought to herself.

Angie reached her hands out again and placing them on Amanda's hips, she gently eased her backwards until her plump ass cheeks were framing her face. She stuck out her tongue and gently licked one of Amanda's cheeks. She knew that some women were scared off by anal play, so she wanted to proceed cautiously until she was sure Amanda was comfortable with it. Her answer came quickly, however, as after just a couple of licks, she felt Amanda's body settle down and back even further, and a sigh emanate from her lips. Emboldened, she continued licking that cheek, and then the other.

When Amanda felt the first touch of a tongue on her ass, she was shocked. Even though she knew that was what Angie's intent was when she had instructed her to turn around, she never thought that she would experience it. When she had discussed fantasies with her earlier in the evening, she hadn't wanted to admit that this was something she had fantasized about. She had never been able to bring this up with Phil, probably because of his apparent reluctance and lack of interest in licking her pussy. She just assumed he'd never want to get near her ass. But every now and then when she daydreamed when she was masturbating, she would think about someone playing with her ass.

As she eased her way to push her ass closer to Angie's head, she lowered her upper body, giving her a closer view of Angie's pussy. Her legs were still somewhat together, so Amanda took her hands, placed them on the inside of Angie's thighs, and gently eased them apart. This brought all of her pussy into view, and for the first time, she could see the glistening on the inner portion of her labia caused by Angie's leaking pussy. She wanted to experience what Angie had just had, so she leaned her head down, pushed out her tongue, and for the first time in her life she tasted another woman. The taste sensation was not unlike what she had had when Angie kissed her after going down on her, and the scent was also not unlike her own. She gently licked at the shaven labia, tentative at first, but then with more force as she grew accustomed to the sensations.




Girls Night Out Ch. 03



As she was doing this, Angie became more aroused herself. She moved her tongue off of Amanda's cheeks, and not began to run it up and down her crack. Mirroring her lover's moves, she too was soft and tentative at first, allowing Amanda to grow accustomed to the feel of a tongue in her ass. She realized that the more pressure she placed with her tongue, however, the harder Amanda was pressing her own tongue into Angie's pussy. The two women fed off of each other's actions, each getting more aroused as the other did also.

Angie knew her own orgasm wouldn't be long as she felt Amanda's tongue probe deeper into her pussy and being stroking up and down. She picked up her hands and used them to gently pull apart Amanda's large ass cheeks. Doing this revealed to her Amanda's puckered rosebud, winking out at her, just begging to be tongued. She obliged, rolling her tongue around the pucker, urging it to grant her entry.

Amanda gasped at the first touch of Angie's tongue on her rosebud, but quickly grew accustomed to the feel of it. She increased her own efforts, now using her tongue to seek out Angie's clitoris, easing it from behind its very large and prominent hood. She had a little difficulty at first, and was about to use her hands to assist, but with a little push she felt the clit pop out.

Angie felt Amanda's ass relax, allowing her to push her tongue even further in. She felt the rough walls, and rolled her tongue in a circle to reach every part of it, causing Amanda's body to begin to shake. As she did this, she felt Amanda's lips find her own clit and begin sucking on it. She knew it was only a matter of moments until she came, as aroused as she was, and she began pistoning her tongue in and out of Amanda's asshole as it opened up even further to her.

Amanda sucked hard as she felt Angie's tongue going in and out of her ass. "Oh god," she thought to herself, "I can't believe I'm going to cum like this." Sure enough, a huge orgasm coursed through her body, causing the entire thing to shake even more strongly than from the other two. She did everything she could to focus on sucking Angie's clit, and as she did, she felt Angie's tongue pop out of her ass and heard an "Arrrggghhhh," from behind her and felt her body begin bucking. She couldn't maintain contact as Angie jerked around, but it didn't matter, as she had brought Angie to her own orgasm.

Amanda flopped down completely on Angie's body, her upper body lying on top of Angie's legs, trying to get her breath back. After a minute or two, she finally rolled off and over, lying on her back on the bed, her head near Angie's feet.

"Jesus fucking Christ, I can't believe that," she managed to get out between breaths.

"What," Angie asked, still somewhat winded herself.

"I can't believe I came just from what you were doing."

Angie lifted her upper body and propped herself up on her arms, looking at Amanda. "Oh, you mean from me tonguing your ass?" she asked with a wicked grin on her face.

"Yes, from that," Amanda said, still unable to use the words, and somewhat embarrassed at the thought of what Angie had been doing to her.

"Well, believe it or not, sweetie, you're not the first person to do that, I can tell you from firsthand experience." Angie smiled at her, and sitting up, stroked Amanda's inner thigh with her fingers.

All Amanda could do was smile back. "Thanks, I guess I should say. It felt just wonderful."

Angie said, "Come here," and holding Amanda's hands, pulled her to sit upright. She put her arms around Amanda and hugged her, sitting there on the bed. "I know that this wasn't the easiest thing for you to do. But you seemed okay with everything."

Stroking Angie's back, with her head on her shoulder, Amanda answered, "Yeah, more than okay, Ang. I guess this was a long time coming for me." Then she quickly added, "If you'll pardon the pun."

Angie broke the embrace, and laughing, said, "Good one, hon." She let out a big yawn, then said, "I'm sorry!"

"No, that's okay, I'm exhausted too. Um, listen -- you want to just stay here rather than going home? It's pretty late."

Angie smiled at her. "Sure, sweetie, that would be really nice."

The two women got up, so they could pull the comforter down. As they did so, Amanda started giggling. "What?" Angie asked.

Amanda pointed at a huge stain that was quite evident. "I'm not sure which of us made that."

Angie laughed. "Yeah, probably some of both of us I would guess." They pulled it all the way to the bottom of the bed, and Amanda went and bolted the door and turned off all the lights in the room other than the lamp on one of the nightstands.

The two women got under the sheets. Lying on her back, Angie said to the shorter woman, "Come here," and Amanda laid her head on Angie's chest and threw her arms around her. "Good night, sweetie," Angie said in a whisper. She kissed the top of Amanda's head.

"Good night," Amanda responded. "And Ang?"

"Yes, hon?"

"Thanks," Amanda said, and kissed Angie's breast. She sighed, snuggled in tightly to Angie's body, and closed her eyes.



Girl's Night Out Ch. 04



After making love in the park for a while, Penny and Ramone dressed then went to her house, a few blocks away from The Naughty Bunny. Ramone held her hand the whole way there. They arrived at her house and went inside. The first thing Ramone noticed was the scent of lavender in the air. He looked around the livingroom and saw several large purple pillar candles set out on the mantle, coffee table and end tables. 

Penny said, "Lavender calms the nerves and helps relaxation." when she noticed his gaze on the candles. She went around the room and lit all the candles as Ramone sat on the sofa. She went into the kitchen, and came out a few moments later with a tray in her hands. She sat it on the coffee table and Ramone saw that there was a bottle of champagne, 2 glasses, and a couple of bowls covered with black linen napkins. She poured champagne into both glasses, then handed him one.

Before she took her own glass, she walked over to the stereo system and pushed the "play" button on the cd player. The sounds of a Garth Brooks cd came softly through the speakers. Penny turned and smiled lovingly at Ramone, then sat beside him on the sofa, lifting her glass and taking a sip of her champagne. He finished his glass and sat it on the tray. Ramone took Penny's glass from her and placed it by his, then pulled her close, kissing her deeply. She returned his kiss, then placed her hands on his chest, pushing him back a bit. 

"I have a surprise for you, babe." she said as she stood and walked to the closet by the front door. She took out 2 black garment bags, and handed the larger of the 2 to him. "Go in the guest room and change into this, honey, while I go change my clothes in my bedroom." she said as he took the bag from her. She turned and went to the coffee table, picking up the tray and taking it with her to the bedroom. Ramone followed her then went into the guest room across the hall. He heard her open her door and say to him, "Come knock on my door in fifteen minutes, Ramone. I'll be ready for you with the surprise then." 

He didn't open his door when he answered, "Ok honey." He laid the bag on the bed and unzipped it to find a police officer costume complete with a hat, badge, handcuffs, and a night stick with one end shaped like a real penis. He chuckled at that then laughed out loud when he noticed that the pants had no crotch or seat, only small flaps of cloth covering the front and back areas. They looked almost like chaps that cowboys wore. He smiled then quickly undressed, tossing his jeans and shirt onto the chair in the corner of the room. He put the costume on, pinned on the badge, put on the hat, and tucked the cuffs and night stick into loops on the sides of the pants. He went to the door and said, "Babe, I'm ready!" 

She shouted back, "Just a few more minutes then I will be too, honey." So he sat on the bed and waited. 

In her room, Penny was pulling on a pair of black fishnet stockings and attaching them to her red leather garter belt. She slipped on a very short black leather mini skirt which barely covered her ass, and a red leather corset, which barely covered her lush nipples and breasts. She slipped her feet into red 4 inch high heels, pulled a black & red feather boa thing from her closet shelf and wrapped it around her neck and shoulders after putting on a single plain gold chain necklace. She touched up her make-up, brushed her hair and checked everything that was laid out on her dresser top: a black blindfold, a pair of handcuffs, the two covered bowls that she had brought with the champagne, and a big bottle of strawberry-flavored massage lotion. She also had a vibrator there which she would use on him first thing.

After covering the vibrator and other items with a black towel, she opened the door to her bedroom and stepped across the hall. She opened the door to the guest room, and stepped inside. Ramone's eyes almost popped out of his head when he looked up and saw her standing there looking like she just stepped in off the street. He was speechless from her beauty. The skirt and corset clung seductively to her curves, outlining every inch of her body. She looked him over as he stood up and she couldn't help but smile. "Damn baby, I picked the perfect costume for you! You look HOT in those cop chaps! Mmmmmmmm!" she said as she licked her lips in anticipation. 

He stepped close to her and brushed his palm over her barely covered breasts and said, "You look good enough to eat as well, darling. In fact, I think I will, you naughty hooker!" Then he took the night club and poked her in the ass with it as she turned to go back to her bedroom, her ass swaying teasingly at him as she walked.

Ramone followed Penny to her bedroom and closed the door behind him. He looked around the room and his gaze settled on the arrangement on her dresser. The champagne bottle and glasses were there, along with the 2 covered bowls, and a black towel was laid over some other objects as well. He was very curious about what was under those black linen napkins and that black towel, but he didn't ask her about it. She turned to him and he pulled her into his embrace, kissing her deeply, his hands moving up and down her back and over her ass. 

She slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid her hands in under the fabric, rubbing all over his warm skin, her long red-polished fingernails scraping gently over his male nipples. She heard him suck in a breath when she bent her head down and nipped his chest with her teeth. Then she suddenly stepped away from him and said in a really sexy and seductive voice, "So you're the bad cop I've heard all about from my hooker girlfriends, huh? I wonder what kind of fun bad cops like to have."

He started to smile, then realized she was playing out her fantasy roll, so he put on his most serious face and said, "Yes Ma'am, I'm Officer Ramone, and I'm working to get all you "Ladies" off the streets." 

Her voice practically purred when she replied, "Well Officer, just how do you plan on getting us all off the streets? Are you gonna lock me up until I promise to be a good little girl like my momma always wanted me to be?" 

He grinned and said, "That depends on how naughty a hooker you really are, Miss Penny." 

She stepped up to him, making him back up against the bed til his legs bumped into it, then she pushed him back on the bed and said, "Get up there in the middle of the bed and put your hands above your head. I'm going to show you how naughty I can be, Officer Ramone." He did as she wanted, and she handcuffed him to the bed. She unbuckled the belt of the chaps and removed them, noticing he still had his underwear on. "Oh no, you bad boy! You were supposed to take these off. You've been a very naughty officer." she said as she snapped the waistband of the underwear against his groin.

She quickly removed his underwear, fully exposing his erection to her hungry gaze. She went to the dresser and lifted the black towel that was covering the cuffs and other toys. She picked up a large pair of ankle shackles, then came back to the bed. She shackled his ankles to the bed, the chain of them running through the bars of the footboard on her bed. She went back to the dresser and grabbed the blindfold, then put it on Ramone, covering his eyes so he couldn't see anything. He started to struggle a little, then said, "Well, well, well. Looks like you are a very naughty hooker, Miss Penny. I might have to take you down to the station and lock you up in one of the private cells." 

She laughed, then grabbed the large vibrator from the dresser, turned it on to the High setting, and held the tip of it against the tip of his erection. He gasped as the vibrating penis shaped plastic touched his sensitive tip. The feeling was unbelievable and he groaned loudly as he felt her slide the vibe down his shaft to his balls. His sac tightened and he knew that he was close to cumming even without her touching him with her skin. That vibrator was bringing him to orgasm too fast. Penny must have sensed that because she suddenly took the vibe from him and turned it off, laying it on the night stand by the bed. She leaned down and kissed him on the lips, her tongue thrusting inside his mouth.