My phone alarm buzzes like runway traffic, yanking me from sleep in Audrey’s bed. Jet lag from last night’s red-eye flight clings hard. Suitcase sits unzipped by the door, airport shuttle noise echoing in the hallway outside her apartment near the gates. Sun slices through curtains, hitting posters of celebs on her walls. I stretch naked under sheets. Audrey grabs the landline, buck-ass nude, scribbling notes. Her massive tits thrust forward, nipples hard. Desire floods me instantly.
We met at uni, shared classes. That summer, her breakup tears led to our first girl-on-girl fuck. Revelation for both straights like us. Ten sweaty repeats that season. Now, packed schedules mean weekend crashes only. No future talk—I’m still cock-hungry, not in love. She misses her ex. We savor now.
The Stopover
Audrey hangs up, slides back beside me. ‘Morning, sexy.’ ‘Who?’ ‘Sarah, childhood pal from out of town. Coming for the weekend.’ I pout. Wanted solo time. ‘She’s hot. You’ll like her.’ She yanks me to the shower. Water steams up the glass. I crush against her, kiss fierce. Hands on her fat ass. I suck those huge tits. She fingers my dripping slit. Clit throbs. I cum fast, moaning.
‘Hmm, need something big and hard,’ she purrs, kneading her boobs. I grab shampoo bottle, spread her thick thighs. It’s massive. She begs, ‘Shove it deep!’ I thrust slow. She screams pleasure. Then she soaps me up. Doorbell shrieks. Sarah’s early.
Audrey bolts, foamy. I finish rinsing. Pull curtain—Sarah stares, stunned. ‘Hi, I’m Sarah, Audrey’s friend. Uh, bathroom.’ She’s gorgeous: long black hair, almond eyes, round face, tits nearly Audrey’s size, curvy hips, mini-skirt flashing legs. My wet brown hair drapes my perky tits, water trails tan thighs. Nipples stiff from horniness. She flees, blushing.
I dry, dress, join them cooking dinner. Laughter flows. Sarah’s eyes linger on me, smirking. At table, her foot teases my crotch under skirt. Pleasure spikes, guilt too. Audrey chats oblivious.
The Transit
Night falls. I crash on living room couch—Audrey kept our fling secret. Sarah pads out naked from guest room, heading to bathroom. Light on: tits sway, plump ass jiggles, hair cascades. I finger myself watching. She spots me. ‘Jerking to me?’ Silence. ‘I know about you two. I love pussy too. First time before Audrey?’ ‘No.’ She strokes my hair, then tits through PJ shirt. ‘You’re stunning. Want you.’ Kisses me. I melt, caress her bare back. Shirt off—I’m nude underneath.
She lays me back, legs wide. Tongue trails neck to tits, sucking hard. Fingers circle my soaked cunt. Dips them in my mouth—my taste fuels fire. She dives between legs, laps broad then flicks clit.
Noise. Audrey watches, fingering herself. No anger. Sarah grins: ‘Help her cum?’ Audrey sucks my tits. Sarah rubs me, gropes Audrey’s rack. Then Sarah straddles my face—her wet pussy grinds. Audrey tongues my spread lips. Suction sounds mix with moans. I explode.
Sarah puts Audrey doggy. I bury face in her ass, inhaling musk, licking slit. Sarah gets eaten by Audrey. I finger-fuck her, rim that taboo hole. She clenches, squirts. I ride Sarah’s face watching. We cum screaming.
Dawn. Sarah packs, promises return calls. Airport view twinkles. I hand apartment key fob back to Audrey. We sit, hands linked. Time to talk us… before my flight.