Lost In The City

Kari's heels echoed on the sidewalk while she scanned faces, already wet beneath her skirt and restless for Mia. Their eyes locked halfway down the block. The first kiss felt hard enough to bruise. Back at Mia's apartment door they pushed each other inside, mouths open and greedy. Shoes dropped where they stood. Skirts lifted. Fingers slipped into silk and drew slow, wet circles. Mia pressed Kari against the wall and sucked each taut nipple until Kari's breath came sharp. Pants peeled away next. They climbed onto the leather sofa, legs tangled, knees wide. Hips met, slick lips sliding, ridges meeting ridges as they rocked hard enough to make the frame creak. Kari's fingers sank knuckle-deep into the glistening heat between Mia's thighs, curling just so. She added her tongue, flat strokes over the swollen bud, two fingers pumping in steady rhythm. Mia's thighs shook. Her back arched. She came hard, thighs clamping Kari's wrist, cunt pulsing hot around her fingers. They traded places without a word. Mia slid between Kari's open legs, lips parted, breath warm. Her tongue traced teasing swirls. Two fingers pushed in slow, then quickened until Kari's stomach flexed and a sharp cry broke free, hips grinding against Mia's mouth as wetness spilled down her thighs. Panting, they kissed, slick tongues sharing the taste. Kari reached for the little camera on the bookshelf, popped the flash, and caught the flushed, half-naked tangle of limbs frozen on Polaroid film before they curled together once more.