Our Palm Springs Road Trip

Every year we drove out to Palm Springs for the same weekend getaway. This time Halle and I wanted something dirtier, something we couldn’t outgrow. My brother gave us a lift; he said little and stayed out of it. We met Alex at the curb. Her thin tee stretched tight over heavy tits that bounced every time the car dipped, and Halle already had her tongue caught on her lower lip. Half an hour on the road and Halle yanked her own top up, baring tight pink nipples in the passing light. I unbuttoned just enough to show the silver bars through mine. Alex swallowed hard, thighs pressed together, and the air thickened. By the time the hotel sign glowed in the windshield, every seat smelled like skin and want, and nobody cared who watched us tumble through the door.