Budapest #05

Dia steps off the curb into the damp Budapest night, light rain still clinging to the street. The cab drops her at the corner of Kazinczy and Dobó, the fog coming off the Danube. Her heels tap against stone as she turns into a narrow doorway with no sign outside, just the smell of cigarettes and sugar. Sophie waits inside, legs crossed on a velveteen bench. Black hair falls over one bare shoulder. When she smiles, her lips are still wet from red wine. She doesn't get up. Dia stops two feet away, watching, and pulls her coat open. Underneath there is nothing but black lace and smooth, tan skin. Sophie reaches out with one manicured finger and traces the lace where it dips between Dia's breasts. Her fingernail is painted a dark plum. They meet in the middle. Sophie's mouth lands open on Dia's, tongue slipping past, tasting sweet and smoke. She bites Dia's lower lip, then sucks, slow and purposeful. The coat hits the floor. Sophie's hands slide down, cupping Dia's ass in those tiny panties, fingers digging, leaving little red prints. Dia pushes Sophie back against the wall, yanks open her shirt, and takes a nipple in her mouth, biting just enough to make Sophie arch and gasp. Now on the long couch by the window, city lights cutting across them in thin, moving lines. Dia is on top at first, straddling Sophie's thigh. She grinds her pussy against the muscle, grinding hard, the thin fabric of her panties going soaked and transparent. Sophie reaches up, hooks two fingers inside her, fucks her slow at first, then faster, knuckles brushing her clit every time. Dia's moans come out in breathy bursts, her hips rolling in time. Sophie flips her onto her back. She drags Dia's panties off and spreads her legs wide, knees up to her chest. Her tongue finds Dia's cunt, licking in long, deliberate strokes from opening to clit. She uses the flat of her tongue first, then flicks the tip just where it counts, lips sealed around the swollen bud, sucking, gentle then stronger, until Dia's thighs shake against her cheeks. Dia's hands tangle in her hair, hold her there, grind against her mouth. Sophie moans into her, and the vibration makes Dia's hips jerk. Two fingers slide inside while Sophie's tongue keeps working, fucking in and out with a steady rhythm, her knuckles shining with slick. Dia comes once, hard, thighs clamping around Sophie's head, back lifting clean off the cushions, then again when Sophie's thumb circles her clit without stopping. They switch. Now Dia has Sophie on all fours, face pressed into the velvet, ass up. She spreads her open and licks her asshole, slow circles, then works the tip of her tongue inside, fucking her there while two fingers fill her pussy. Sophie rocks back into her, breath harsh, saying Dia's name between curses. Dia doesn't let up. She adds a third finger, presses harder, tongue never stopping until Sophie bucks, body going taut, then soft, coming in waves that leave her trembling. After, they stay on the couch. Sophie sits with her knees pulled up, smoking a cigarette. Dia traces idle lines along the inside of her thigh, the city outside making the room flicker.