Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2000 00:02:19 -0500
From: mgoldman_78730@yahoo.com
Subject: Hitchhiking Slut--Part Two

If you aren't turned on by two women making hot, passionate love or if
you're under 18, this story is not for you.  However, if you are, welcome
to my latest tale of girl-girl lust..


Hitchhiking Slut--Part Two, the Motel

[Dedicated to Gayle, Kisha and more of their deep, wet, tongue-sucking kissing 
sessions.]
By M

The truck was speeding down Route 6 toward the motel.  With all the
sex-play in the diner parking lot, both Gayle and Trish were over-heated
and ready to continue as soon as they got to a room.  Since Trish hadn't
come yet, she was feeling the burn even more.  But the body language during
the drive from the diner was a lot different than it had been to it.  Now
that their relationship had quickly grown physical, hands massaged sweaty
thighs, tits and cunts, breathing was heavy, and hearts beat faster in
anticipation of the hot action about to happen between them. Trish splayed
her manicured fingers over Gayle's right breast and massaged the nipple to
hardness.  She felt the supple leather of Gayle's black halter-top covering
her full chest.  The young stripper stimulated the sexy older woman's tit
with her long nails scraping the leather-covered nipple.  Then alternated
with soft massaging of the full globe.  She was sitting next to the blonde
on the truck's bench seat and even leaned over and slid her long, wet
tongue into Gayle's ear.  Breathing her hot, moist breath into it while
laving the shell with her mouth muscle.

"Oh, baby.  That feels so good, we need to get a room quick before I burst
again."  Gayle sighed.  Even though she had come just a few minutes ago,
thanks to her new girl-lover, she was ready to go again thanks to Trish's
attention.  Gayle reached over and between the stripper's thighs and dipped
her hand up under the brown leather miniskirt.  She found a soaked thong
covering the girl's dripping cunt.  Gayle was amazed at how quickly she was
taking to this new girl-girl passion.  Not a few hours ago, she was on her
way to her apartment and her boyfriend after work at the bar.  Now, she had
already lip-locked ferociously with this sexy female hitchhiker, let the
girl bring her to orgasm in the parking lot of the local diner, and was on
her way to get a motel room with her.  How things could change when
passions flew.  She busily fingered Tricia's cunt through the drenched
thong.

"Gayle, lover, oh, wow, that feels so hot.  You are so hot, girl.  Oh,
shit, I can't wait to get you under the sheets.  I just love your tits.  I
can't wait to suck those hard nips.  Are we there yet, baby?"  Trish was
almost ready to come just from Gayle's long-nailed hand.

"We're almost there, sugar.  Almost there.  I'll stop 'til we get to the
room."  She withdrew her hand, but brought her fingers to her nose to smell
the pungent aroma of Trish's cunt juice.  She even licked the sticky fluid
to taste the musky essence.  How quickly she learned.

"Oh, gawd, baby.  Let me taste."  Trish grabbed Gayle's fingers and popped
them hungrily into her mouth as the blonde drove with one hand on the
wheel. She savored the mixed taste of her own juice and Gayle's saliva.

"Here we are."  Gayle said in relief as they pulled into the motel parking
lot.  The light was on in the office.  She turned to the young girl sitting
next to her with the blonde streak in the brown hair framing her face.  The
busty older woman looked at the girl's large brown eyes and full lips,
slightly smeared with her own pussy juice.  The erotic odor of leather,
sweat, perfume and cunt filled the small truck cab.  Gayle wished she could
bottle that smell and keep it with her always.  The sexy younger girl with
the huge tits was still sitting close up to her on the bench seat.  The
closeness was intimate, intoxicating, hot.  "Are you ready, sugar?"

"Oh, Gayle, I've been ready for you for a long time, sweetie."  Trish's
left arm had already been around the woman's shoulder as she drove.  Now,
the girl just seemed to melt forward into the woman's arms and her face
drew close to Gayle's.  Her warm breath smelled of peppermints and pussy.
"Are you ready for me?"  The two beautiful girls gazed into each other's
eyes.  This was a big move for Gayle, checking into the local motel with
another woman.

Gayle shifted her gaze from those big eyes to the full, pouting lips so
close to her own.  "I can't believe this, Trish, but I am.  I can't believe
this has all happened so fast, but I am--so much.  I want you more than I
can say."  With that, Gayle closed the distance between their faces and the
two pairs of painted girl-lips mashed together.  They quickly opened wide
and long, serpentine tongues dueled within.  They swapped each other's
tongues and saliva in a passionate kiss.  Fresh lipstick smeared again as
this was not just a kiss of a quick one-night stand. This was the passion
of a new emotional and physical relationship.  They groaned into each
other's mouths.  Hands clutched the back of each other's hair to pull
closer.

Finally, Gayle broke the kiss.  "Let's go, Trish, before we spend the whole
night here in the parking lot.  I'll get the room."

With reluctance, Trish moved away from her new girl-lover's luscious body
and got the door.  They jumped down from the truck and steadied themselves.
Their legs were still weak from passion.  They looked at each other and
giggled when they realized their lipstick was smeared again.  The girls
held hands romantically as they walked across the lot to the office.  Their
leather jackets creaked as their arms rubbed against each other.

Gayle thought.  How was she going to do this?  Would she know the clerk at
the desk?  Here were two voluptuous big-titted women looking ready to fuck
in their leather and jeans, obvious with the smeared lipstick what they had
been doing.  And they were both gorgeous, not as if they'd blend into the
scenery.  They knew they were knockouts.  Now they were walking
hand-in-hand into the motel office to rent a room.  Not too subtle.  How
would she handle this?  She squeezed her interlaced fingers around Trish's,
almost for support and reaffirmation.  Trish squeezed back.

Gayle opened the door to the office.  She knew the young man there.  It was
Cliff, who was at the bar from time to time.  Not a great tipper.  Shit!
His eyes grew wide as he looked up at Gayle, then Trish, up and down
Trish's body, eyes growing wider, then at their joined hands, then back at
Gayle again.

"Hey... Gayle?  Hey, Gayle.  Gayle?  How are you?  What, ah, what can I do
for you little ladies?"  Cliff stuttered, unsure of the situation.  He
stared at the two sexy girls standing in front of him, as a vision in the
night. The older thirtyish sexy blonde with the big tits in the tight faded
jeans, black cowboy boots, black leather fringed halter top squeezing deep
cleavage between those full tits and flashy black leather jacket with the
younger busty babe with the bigger tits, ultra-tight faded brown leather
miniskirt, matching fringed leather jacket and "fuck-me" brown ankle
boots. They had been holding hands when they came in, but now the younger
one twined her brown-leathered arm around Gayle's black-leathered arm
possessively, clutching the older girl's biceps.  Their hair was not
exactly in place, and their incredibly full lipstick mouths were smeared
slightly.  And what was that?  Just under Gayle's ear, by her neck, was the
clear burgundy imprint of a pair of female lips.  And that younger girl was
wearing that color!  The pieces to the puzzle began to form a picture.
Once that picture grew in his mind, so did the hard-on he rapidly
experienced.  "Hey, Gayle.  Watch gals know tonight?"

The younger busty girl giggled.  "Oh, a hell of a lot more than we did a
few hours ago, cowboy!"  She giggled again and squeezed Gayle's arm.  Gayle
grinned awkwardly.  Trish wasn't making this easy for her.

"Hey, Cliff.  Just out for alittle partying'.  Had alittle to drink, so
thought we'd get a room for the night instead of driven' home."  That was
the best line Gayle could think of to limit the damage, if that was
possible at this point.  Cliff wasn't a brain surgeon, so the best way to
do this was quick and to the point.  "Got one ready?"  She hoped her grin
looked natural.

"Ah, yep.  Double beds or single king?"  He asked this automatically, but
realized what he was implying too late.  The heat was affecting his
thinking.  He rose from his chair stiffly.  He tried to grin back, but the
fantasy in front of him made it half-hearted.

"We'll take a king," Gayle replied, keeping her cool.  She tossed the
credit card she had fished from her pocket on the counter.

"King?  Oh, uh, yeah, okay.  Huh.  Yep, I guess you can have the one around
the corner.  Kind of away from the road noise, by the pool.  King, yeah,
okay."  His upper head was on automatic pilot while his lower head had
taken control.  He ran the card, fished a key from the drawer, and handed
it to Gayle.  A last, dying thought from his upper brain, "Uh, you gals
need me to get anything for ya, bring it by the room?  Beer?  Snacks?"

"No, Cliff.  Thanks anyway.  Just some privacy, okay?"  Gayle said firmly.
She knew Cliff's type from the bar every night.

"Yeah, Cliff.  We've got everything we need.  Right, sugar?"  Trish giggled
again and slid her hand down to squeeze her girlfriend's tightly leaned ass
cheek.  It was sudden and Gayle couldn't believe how tough Trish was making
this.  But it also hardened her nipples again, so she smiled, turned and
led the girl out of the office to the night air.  Leaving a stunned Cliff
behind the counter.

"Well, that was fun, you nasty little girl."  Gayle whispered to her
girl-lover as she put her arm around Trish's shoulders.  Trish wrapped her
arm in turn around the older woman's narrow waist and clutched her hip.

"Fuck it, baby.  Who the hell is he, anyhow?  We got some sexy
girl-wrestling' to do anyhow, right?"  Trish was heating up again quickly,
feeling her girlfriend's thigh and ass.  She needed to come badly.

"Oh, yeah, you sweet thing," Gayle squeezed the soft brown-leathered
shoulder and drew Trish in under her arm possessively.  That was her old
life, this seemed to becoming her new.  And her cunt was starting to juice
again.  The two girls, arms wrapped romantically around each other, walked
around the corner to the room that was theirs.  The hell with Cliff and
those bar guys.

Gayle unlocked the door and almost walked in.  Trish stopped her.  "Hey,
this is our first bedroom together, Gayle.  How about carrying me across
the threshold?"  Trish smiled at her girl-lover.  "How 'bout it?  Let's
make this special."

"Oh, uh... hey, yeah, why not?"  The idea began to quickly appeal to
Gayle's romantic instincts and her smile grew with pleasure.  "Okay, sugar,
I like that idea.  Our first night together."

Gayle drew the busty young stripper in closer to her.  Their breasts
touched roughly through the tight tops, nipple to hard nipple.  They gazed
hotly at each other. Suddenly the muscular older woman reached down and,
with her arm under her legs, lifted the girl in her arms. Trish's breath
was taken away by the sudden demonstration of strength from this gorgeous,
sexy blonde.  Gayle lifted Trish easily in her arms and drew her into her
large breasts.  Trish placed her hands on Gayle's taught biceps and held
them through the supple black leather of her jacket, feeling the muscles
bulging.  She dug her long glossy nails into the soft kidskin leather and
drew her face in to meet the blonde's. They clinched tightly and indulged
in a deep, wet, open-mouthed kiss.  Trish's senses burned with the sudden
erotic power that Gayle held over her.  She reveled in giving herself to
this strong, sexy blonde and allowed the woman to carry her into the motel
room, all the while sucking on each other's tongues.

Gayle stood in the dark motel room, lifting the gorgeous girl in her arms,
her arm muscles bulging, thanks to her workouts.  They moaned into each
other's mouths.  The sounds of female tongues slurping and their leather
jackets creaking against each other were the only ones in the silence of
the room.

Trish suddenly broke the wet kiss and gazed into Gayle's smoldering,
lust-filled eyes.  "I hope this is the first of many nights in a bedroom
together for us, baby," she breathed sweetly into the blonde's face, "the
first of many nights for us."  Gayle smiled at the sudden vulnerability in
this tough little stripper.  It was a magic moment between them that needed
no response, other than the one she gave.  With a groan, their faces came
together again.  Trish wrapped her arms tightly around Gayle's neck,
bringing them even closer together in their passion.  The two women mashed
mouths, French-kissing deeply, wetly, soulfully.

With a sigh, Gayle reluctantly broke the kiss and gently laid her
girl-lover on the king bed.  As Trish was licking Gayle's saliva from her
lips, the woman turned on a small light in the corner and closed and double
locked the door. This was going to be their little world tonight.  She
turned back to Trish and gazed at her lustfully.  She wanted the girl more
than she could admit.

Trish returned the gaze with equal heat, then smiled, "Hey, I got a great
idea, you sexy thing.  Didn't Cliff say we have a pool behind us?"

"Yeah, why?"  This was a strange question when they were about to attack
each other.

"I got a great idea, baby.  I think we can get to it through the back door.
Don't take anything off.  Come with me.  I always wanted to do this.  This
is gonna be hot, trust me!"  Trish got up from the bed, took the confused
woman's hand and led her out by the pool.  "Oh, great, no one here!"  Trish
whispered as she looked around in the semi-darkness by the pool. "This is
gonna be great.  Just follow me.  Don't worry 'bout clothes, keep 'em on!"

Gayle looked around in puzzlement, not sure of what was coming next.  But
she trusted her new girl-lover, even though they hadn't known each other
very long.  Somehow she knew there would be some fierce orgasms coming very
soon.  And, following slightly behind Trish, she was eyeing the stripper's
tight, leather-covered ass cheeks.  She was salivating at the thought of
burying her nose between those young globes right into the girl's rectum.
What a slut she had become in such a short time!  Trish guided her to the
edge of the pool, by the steps down into the heated water.

Trish drew closer to the steps, but Gayle resisted.  "Hey, what are you
doing?  If you want to go in, what about our clothes?  I'll strip mine
off."

"No, baby.  This is half the fun!"  Trish giggled.  "All our stuff will dry
by morning.  I've always wanted to do this.  Watch!"  With that, Trish
released Gayle's hand and stepped down into the pool, fully clothed, step
by step.  Gayle watched in amazement, but evolving into erotic
curiosity. Trish was loving the feeling of the water running down to her
toes inside her ankle boots, and of the wet leather skirt on her
thighs. She proceeded to soak her top and leather jacket, reveling in the
heavy wetness of the jacket and boots. She turned to the woman standing by
the pool and locked eyes with her.  Trish brought her hands up to her full
breasts, now thoroughly wet behind the soaked fabric of her tight top, and
massaged the globes.  "If you want some of this, baby, you need to come on
in.  Come on, Gayle.  It's warm and about to get warmer."

Gayle watched the young girl's clothes become saturated, leather and all.
She had an overwhelming urge to feel that wet body against her own, to feel
it all over.  She smiled.  "Well, get ready, girlfriend.  You better make
this worth it!"

"Oh, don't worry about that, you hot bitch.  Just come on over to me...."
Trish took a mouthful of water and spit it down over her huge tits, then
fluttered her tongue and the beautiful woman about to join her.

Gayle stepped down the stairs into the water.  The feeling was oddly erotic
with each step, as the warm water began filled her black leather cowboy
boots, ran up the legs of her faded jeans and around her tight ass,
engulfing her cunt and ass all at once in a liquid warmth. As she moved
further toward Trish, the water rose to her tight black lambskin-leather
fringed halter that scooped down and hugged her breasts, the full globes
straining against the now wet, but still supple leather. Her nipples were
hardening against the sensuous, tight, wet leather.  Her hard as with the
small gold belly button ring undulated in reaction to the water.  Her
clothes had been tight before, but, with the warm water, they began
gripping each curve and crevice.  And Trish's eyes didn't miss an inch.  It
was all she could do not to jump the woman right there.

Gayle loved the feeling of the water travelling higher and higher, and
savored the moment. She checked the feel of her skin-tight stonewashed
jeans as she immersed herself fully clothed in the pool. After reveling in
her wet gear, she locked eyes again with Trish, who was waiting for her
against the wall of the pool, up to her tits in the water.

As the wet leather and jeans clung to their bodies like second skins, the
two girls swam the short distance to each other.  As their bodies merged
into one, Trish floated up and wrapped her legs around Gayle's body.  Her
arms clutched the beautiful blonde to her chest, mashing slick, wet tits
together. Gayle allowed the momentum of her motion to carry her and Trish
to the wall of the pool.  The erotic sensation was heightened by the
unusual sensation of wet leather, jeans and stretch material that hardened
the rubbing nipples and leaked down between their legs.  Their eyes were
riveted on each other's faces, hooded almost into slits.  The erotic heat
almost boiled the water around them.  The leather fringe around Gayle's
halter tank top floated up between their huge, tight, mashing tits.  It
seemed as if the water was a conductor for the electricity between them,
hitting each girl in their hardening nipples, between their legs to their
rapidly juicing cunts and rising clits, making their skin crawl with lust.
Their breathing came heavier and heavier, washing each other's faces in
that special, intimate odor of female saliva and perfume.

As they slowly ground their bodies together, bobbing in the water, Gayle
never wanted to kiss someone--anyone--as much as this gorgeous stripper.
And Trish knew it, feeling the same.  "Hey, Gayle-baby, how do you like
getting' wet with me?  Good idea?"  Her lips were only inches from the
older woman who had her in a bear hug.  She continued to clamp her legs
harder around Gayle's hips, her soaking leather miniskirt sliding up her
own hips.

"Oh, sugar, this is incredible.... I can't believe this!  I love it!  So
nice, so nice and sexy.... You are sooooo hot, baby.  Let me feel how hot
you are......"  With that, not taking her eyes from Trish's, she reached
down between them, sliding her hand in and under the girl's short skirt.
She raked her nails up those taught girl-thighs all the way to the
thong-covered cunt.  Even with the water undulating between them, she could
feel the special, gel-like slickness of Trish's pussy juice.  It was
leaking out into the water and down her thighs.  She pulled aside the thong
with no trouble, and found those shaved cunt lips.  She rubbed the hard
ball-like clit, scraping it with her long nail.

"OOOOOhhhhhhh, Gayle.  Gayle.... Mmmmm...."  Trish's eyes slitted, her
thick tongue emerged from her mouth and licked her lips.  Gayle saw the
glint of the gold tongue-stud as it protruded from her mouth-muscle.  "Oh,
Gayle... do me... I need you!  Do me, baby....!  Finger fuck me, I need to
come on your hand..... bring me off, baby.....!"  Her voice was a whisper
of intimacy just between the two girl-lovers.  The breath came quicker.
Gayle felt Trish's lust through her own body, heightening her own.  She
slipped her slender forefinger between the cunt lips, feeling the
incredible heat as they clamped tightly around her.  She slipped several
more into the crevice between this beautiful woman's legs.  Suddenly she
was flooded with the desire to rip orgasm after orgasm from this sexy young
girl.

Suddenly Trish's eyes flew open, staring at the big-titted blonde who was
holding her in the water, finger-fucking her rapidly.  The water seemed to
start boiling around her, her thighs tightening around the woman.

"Oh my gawwwd...! Ohhhhhhh...! My gawwwddd.! Gayle, Gayle, baby...!!! Kiss
me, Gayle!!!  Please, please baby, oh, kiss me you fuckin' slut, kiss
me!!!"  Trish wrapped her arms tightly around Gayle's wet-leathered
shoulders.  Their breasts mashed even more as water lapped around their
cleavages, nipples rubbing wetly on nipples.  She buried her hands in the
blonde hair and drew Gayle's face toward her own.  She needed this.  The
passion between the two women was rising to a peak.  Gayle let the hot
stripper close her face the few short inches.  She slid her tongue out
before their lips met.  Their tongues began a hot, slavering wrestling
match even before the pair of pouting girl-lips mashed together in a deep,
passionate French kiss.  They sucked each other's tongues as if they were
expecting them to ejaculate in their mouths.  Teeth scraped against teeth.
Saliva slobbered off their mouths, slicked their faces to match their wet
bodies.


"Mmmmfffffuuuuhhhhh.... Oh, baby, I love it.... Give it to meeeee...."
Gayle whispered as their mouths separated and their closed together again.
She continued to rapidly slide her fingers in and out of her girl-lover's
cunt, manipulating her clit with her thumb.  She could feel the orgasm
approaching.


"Oh, Gayle!  Mmmmmffffhhhhuuuhhhhhh.... I love it..... love it...."  Trish
could feel her legs begin to spasm.  "Oh, uhhhh,
uuuuhhhh..... oooohhhhhaaaahhhh."  Suddenly the stripper was gripped in the
throws of a long-overdo orgasm.  Her body spasmed, jerking in Gayle's arms.

Gayle broke the kiss and sank her mouth on the coiled snake tattooed on
Trish's neck.  She sucked on the flesh, as if she expected the snake to
slide up and into her mouth.  Trish's head flew back in passionate
response.  Gayle licked the snake as it traveled up behind the girl's ear,
then she kissed and licked Trish's wet ear, sticking her tongue into it,
breathing into it, "You're a hot little bitch, aren't you, baby?  Cum for
me, baby, cum for me Trish!"  She slid her hand to Trish's ass, fondling
the wet leather slicked over the hard cheek.  She used this leverage to dig
her fingers even deeper into the busty stripper's cunt.  She wanted the
girl to cum even more, even harder.  The water rippled around her hand as
she finger-fucked her stronger, deeper.  Her passion was growing for this
girl.  She couldn't believe it, but her emotions were getting out of hand.
Was this love?  Or just extremely hot sex?  Was there a love growing for
this girl?  Could she actually fall in love with another woman?  Especially
a hot, slutty young stripper?

"Fuck me, baby, I love it!"  Trish continued to quake with lust.  Suddenly
she girl realized that Gayle's fingers had dug deep and up to reach her
G-spot!  Her face contorted.  One of the blonde's fingers had slipped to
the entrance of her anus!  Gayle realized where her finger was
inadvertently, and decided to plunge it fully into the small, dark rectum
hiding behind this girl's sexy ass cheeks.  With her long nail leading the
way, scratching at the walls of the intimate ass hole, Gayle began to
finger-fuck Trish up her tight rectum while she reached the girl's G-spot.
The sudden combination of the warm water sliding around her body, the
pressing of this sexy woman's body to her tits, the licking and biting on
her neck, and both holes being jammed rapidly brought Trish to the peak, to
the deepest climax she had felt in her life.

"Uuuhhhhh, uhhhh, shiiiiittttt!!!  Oh, myyyyyy g......"  The physical and
emotional moment flooded over within the busty stripper.  It hit her like
lightening in every orifice.  She jerked, spasmed in Gayle's arms.  "Uh,
uh, uh, uh."  Suddenly she couldn't speak--nothing came out of her open
mouth but her tongue.  She had never experienced an orgasm like this.  Her
eyes rolled back in her head.  All Gayle could do was hold her as she
reached the top, slow down her hand, and kiss her cheek, her neck, her ear
as she began to come down from the peak.  Then Trish was through the mist.
She came back to earth.

"Hey, sugar.  You back with me?"  Gayle smiled, her face close to Trish's.
She had brought her fuck-hand up and to her mouth, licking off the juice
and residue from her girl-lover's pussy and ass.  Holding her with the one
arm, bouncing gently in the water.  Their leather and denim still slid
wetly between them.  It was like fucking in the womb.

Trish smiled and kissed Gayle softly.  "Oh, Gayle.... You are fuckin'
incredible! Are you sure you haven't done this before?  I mean, that was
un-fuckin' real!  You drive me absolutely nuts!"  Their leather creaked
wetly as arms wrapped around shoulders, hands slid up and down lovingly on
each other's backs.  "Hey, share some with me!"  She grabbed Gayle's
fuck-hand and plopped each finger in her mouth, sucking off any of the
remaining juice and savoring the woman's dripping saliva.

Gayle gazed at this girl clinging to her.  She knew she was falling in love
with her.  They snuggled in the water, kissing and fondling each other's
breasts, tweaking and rubbing hard nipples, running fingers through wet
hair.  The older woman lifted the girl's chin in her thumb and forefinger
so that their eyes met.  While she was feeling the need to fuck and be
fucked, she still wanted to rape this girl, she had to say something.  They
looked at each other soulfully.

"Trish, I think I'm falling in love with you, baby."  This was no idle
declaration for Gayle.  She had not said this to anyone in a very long
time.  And she hadn't had these feelings in a very long time.  And this was
ANOTHER WOMAN!!  "I hope this is not too heavy for you to hear.  And I know
we only just met this afternoon.  But I can't help what I'm feeling for
you."  She affectionately fondled Trish's cheek, then her neck.

"Oh, Gayle," the buxom stripper smile and placed her hands on each side of
the older woman's face, "I'm so glad to hear you say that, sweetheart.  I
feel the same way.  I'm falling for you too!  I love you too, Gayle.  I
love you so much, I can't believe it!  I've been with other girls before,
as you know.  But nothing like this--either with girls or guys!  I love
you, baby."  She drew Gayle's face to hers and kissed the busty, beautiful
woman as romantically and intimately as she could.  Clutching Gayle's face,
they coiled their tongues around each other outside of their mouths, slowly
ran them around each other's upper and lower lips.  They felt the plushy,
full lips, licking them sensuously, biting them, sucking each one, upper
first then lower.  Now that they had declared their love for each
other--special love only two women could know--they shared intimate,
sensual mouthings, getting to know their lips, teeth, gums.  Swapping the
special thick wetness of their girl-spit.  They would take small mouthfuls
of water and mix with their own saliva, spitting back and forth into each
other's mouths, then French-kissing deeply, reveling in the passionate
wetness.

They continued to murmur loving declarations between them.  They became
closer physically and emotionally to anyone they had ever know.  Gayle knew
she had found her soulmate.  Trish knew she had finally met the person she
was supposed to be with forever.  And they had all night to be together,
and discuss the future tomorrow.

Gayle had noticed several lights going on in the motel rooms surrounding
the pool area during their sex play.  No doubt their were some very lucky
guys up there who had witnessed two sexy, big-titted women discovering
their passion and love for each other.  It was a special moment.  And they
had done it in public, which meant more to each of the women.  It was a
public declaration of their intimacy, lust and love.

"Hey, baby, I think we've given everyone enough of a show tonight.  It
occurs to me I haven't gotten you in bed under the sheets yet."  Gayle slid
her hands over Trish's huge DD tits.  Suddenly, as an afterthought, she
bent her head to one of those tits and sucked a wet cloth-covered nipple
into her mouth.  It immediately hardened.  Even through the cloth, Gayle
could run her tongue over the teat and feel it's point.

"Oh, jeez, you ARE a horny little slut, aren't you, baby?"  Trish grabbed
the back of Gayle's head and pressed it harder into her full breast,
encouraging more hungry mouth-work on her nipple.  "Ohhhhh...."

Gayle released the nipple with a "pop", reached around and squeezed one of
the girl's asscheeks.  "You made me that way, sugar.  I was just drivin'
down the road looking for dinner, not love.  And there you were."

"Well, I gave you love, and I'm about to give you dinner, girlfriend.
Let's go to the room and do some bed-wrestlin'!"  The girls giggled at the
private joke and dragged themselves and their sopping clothes out of the
pool, hand in loving hand.  "These things'll dry off by mornin', and you
can put on some of my clothes for breakfast."  Trish squeezed Gayle's hand
as their wet heels clicked along the tile.

They got to their room and stripped off their wet leather and denim.  It
took just a few seconds before the passions were high again and they joined
their bodies tit to tit under the sheets of their cool, king size bed.
That night, Trish introduced her girl-lover to face to pussy 69'ing.  They
sampled the delights of ass tongue-fucking, tit-fucking and enormous
orgasms that got better and better each time.  Their last two fuck-sessions
became much less feverish and more romantic and emotional.  Finally, after
once more declaring their girl-love for each other, they drifted to sleep
in each other's arms.

They slept deeply until noon.  Trish rolled over and saw her new love,
Gayle, and watched her.  Even in the morning, after a night filled with
sweat, passion and raw, animal sex--even with girl-juice, sweat and saliva
residue dried on her body and face--Trish looked at the blonde with nothing
but love and lust in her heart.  She stroked Gayle's nipple and watched it
harden immediately.  The older woman stirred, rolled to her back and opened
her eyes sleepily.

"Hey, sexy."  Trish murmured.  "Sleep well?"

Gayle cleared her throat and licked her lips.  She tasted the dried pussy
juice and saliva smeared on her face.  "Mmmmmmm.  That's the best taste to
wake up to I've ever tasted."  She smiled at her new girl-lover.  "I slept
like a rock."

Trish gazed at Gayle's face, searching her eyes.  "Still feel the same?  I
know we were pretty swept away last night."

Gayle rolled onto her side again, and looked soulfully into the girl's
eyes.  "You know I do, baby.  I said I loved you last night, Trish, and I
meant it... everything.  And you?"  The woman couldn't believe she had just
fallen for this sexy young stripper, but she had.

"All the way, Gayle.  I've never felt this way before.  And I'm lucky
because not only does the girl I love love me, but she gives me the best
sex I've ever had!  You are wild, girlfriend!"  Trish reached her
long-nailed hand down to Gayle's crotch and stroked the heated slit.

"Mmmmmmmmm.  Sounds like it's time for breakfast...  And I'm glad you feel
the same way, sugar."  Gayle leaned forward, reached up and sank her hand
into Trish's hair and mashed her full lips on the girl's.  They slurped
hungrily and deeply, tasting the dried residue of last night on each
other's mouths and faces.

Trish broke the kiss.  "Hey, Gayle, I just had a thought."

"Yeah?"  She stopped stroking Trish's nipple.

"Listen, why don't we just take off together.  Let's blow this place.  You
don't need this town.  I just got here, so I'm not attached, but I'd love
to get to the east coast and make some real money dancing.  You could tend
bar wherever I dance.  I know you got a boyfriend here, but I don't think
you need that relationship now that you have me.  How about it?  Come away
with me, baby.  Come on!"

Gayle thought about it.  It made sense.  She knew she wanted to be with
Trish, with this new love of her life.  She couldn't do it in this town,
where everyone knew her.  Time to get out while she could.  And they could
be together as a couple.  "You're right, I need to get out of here,
especially for us to be together.  And I want that, Trish.  We need to be
together, baby."

Trish beamed, impulsively hugged her new girl-love.  "That's great,
sweetie.  Oh, that's just wonderful!  I can't tell you how much I'm looking
forward to setting up together.  And no one will care at the strip clubs.
All the girls are into each other.  Who knows?  Maybe we can even get
married some day?"

That was a big statement!  The idea struck Gayle in her chest, somewhere
around her heart.  Marriage?  To this sexy, sweet, slutty girl?
Well.... Why not?  Some day, maybe?  Who knows?  They were truly in love,
she knew it.  We'll see.  Then a thought struck her.

"Hey, if we're going to get out of town together, we need to do it right
away.  Jack will find out what I've been doing, since I didn't come back
last night and everyone in the diner saw us.  I hate to do this, since I
want to fuck you through the bed right now, but we need to hustle up so I
can get back to the apartment and get my stuff before Jack gets off shift!"

"Oh, baby, I hate to say it, but you're probably right.  We need to move
fast and get out.  We can fuck like minx later on.  Let's shower, change
and get your stuff from your apartment."  They kissed again, deeply.

"There's one thing I want to do before we leave town, though.  I'll tell
you later," said Gayle, and got up to shower.

The two incredibly horny, sexy girls went to Gayle's apartment that
afternoon and packed up all of her things, throwing all the bags and boxes
into the back of the pickup.  The pickup that they first met in, had their
first sex in back by the diner.  Both were excited, in more ways than one.
They decided to fuck each other once in the apartment before leaving, they
had just enough time.  It was only an hour before Jack was to arrive from
his shift.  Gayle wrote him a "Dear John" letter to let him know not to
worry, but she had fallen in love and was leaving town.  They ran hand in
hand down to the truck, still buttoning buttons, giggling along the way.
They were off on their new adventure together.  But there was one last
thing to do....

"I'm gonna drive over to the diner, Trish.  I need to say goodbye to one
other person before we leave."  Gayle licked her lips and glance at Trish.

"I know, baby.  Go ahead."  Trish had already guessed.

The pickup slid into the parking lot at the diner, stopping by the front
entrance.  Gayle jumped out from behind the wheel.  She was looking
ravishing, as she always did.  Shorty, low-cut tank top, tight cut-off
jeans shorts that ran right up the crack of her tight, shapely ass.
Make-up just right, hair carefully styled.  She jogged up the steps to the
diner and opened the door.

"Hey, Donnie, where's Sue Anne?"  The young man at the cash register looked
up and smiled.

"Hey, Gayle.  She's in the back, should be out in a sec.  You want me to
get her?"

"Yeah, I'm kinda in a hurry.  Need to tell her something.  Thanks."

Donnie disappeared into the kitchen and reappeared a minute later with Sue
Ann.  He went back behind the cash register.  Sue Anne's face brightened
when she saw Gayle. "Hi, Gayle. Where's your friend?"  She was a pretty
girl in her late twenties in the same starched white blouse and tight short
black skirt she wore yesterday.  Her dark brown hair had frosted
highlights, pulled back in a ponytail.  Her body was toned, with C-cup
breasts that swelled out against the white blouse buttoned to just above
her cleavage.  A nametag identifying her as "Sue Anne" was pinned to her
chest.  Her face was very pretty, with almost as much makeup as Gayle wore,
but with blue eyes and pale pink lipstick glossing her sensuous mouth.

"She's out in the truck, Susie.  I just wanted to stop by to say goodbye."

The waitress stopped in her tracks.  "Goodbye?  What do you mean?  Where ya
goin'?  Where's Jack?"  She frowned in puzzlement.

"Jack should be reading my goodbye letter right now.  He's out of my life.
Trish and I are leaving for the east coast.  I think I may be in love,
Susie!"  For some reason, Gayle thrust her big tits out upon making that
declaration.

"East coast?  In love?  With who?"  Sue Anne was still puzzled by this
sudden change in events.

"I'll leave that to your imagination, sugar.  We're leaving now and I
wanted to say goodbye.  But I needed to say goodbye to you in person.  I
saw you last night from the parking lot."  Gayle gazed into those surprised
blue eyes.

"What?  Last night?  I, ummmm, I...  Uhhhhh....."  Sue Anne stammered and
put a hand on her chest over her left breast.  "What do you mean?'

Suddenly, Gayle closed the short distance between them.  She grabbed both
of Sue Anne's arms by the biceps.  Her eyes focused on the young woman's
full, sensuous, glossy lips.  She pulled Sue Anne toward her and mashed her
mouth to Sue Anne's.  The waitress didn't know how to respond.  Her lips
were hard against Gayle's.  But suddenly they softened as the busty
brunette didn't pull away.  It became obvious this wasn't just a normal
girl to girl goodbye kiss.  This was something more! Sue Anne felt the
electricity between them.  Her lips softened and she felt Gayle's thick,
wet tongue slide against her pink-painted lips.  This was goodbye!!??  In a
split second of decision, going with her sudden emotions, Sue Anne allowed
Gayle's tongue to enter her mouth.  Her own tongue coiled around the
blonde's.  Within seconds, Gayle had wrapped her arms around Sue Anne and
the two women indulged in a passionate girl-girl French-kiss!  Sue Anne's
arms went around Gayle's waist.

Donnie, behind the cash register, was shocked, to say the least.  Suddenly
one of the waitresses, a very sexy girl, was standing there in the lobby
passionately making out with another woman.  And it was the slutty local
girl bartender that everyone wanted to hop into bed with!  What was this
happening right before his eyes?  His body reacted first, getting harder
than he thought possible.  Then his mouth dropped open.  No words came out
as his eyes bugged from their sockets.

Gayle and Sue Anne were wrapped in each other's arms, deeply mashing their
lips together and swapping tongues and spit right there in the public lobby
of the local diner!!  Even some of the diners turned and saw the action.
Murmuring began.  The other waitress at the counter stopped pouring coffee
and stared.

Suddenly, Gayle broke the kiss.  She looked into Sue Anne's eyes.  "Susie,
I got your phone number.  Do you want me to call you when we get to where
we're going so you can join us?"  She knew this was a tough question to
answer so suddenly.

Sue Anne's eyes began to focus again and her emotions, while running fast,
slowed to understand the meaning of the question.  She struggled for an
answer but it came to her.

"Yes, Gayle.  Call me.  I'll come out to where you two wind up and join
you.  I want to be with you girls.  Will you call me?"  Sue Anne's hand
went up to Gayle's cheek.  There, she said it!

"You know I will, sugar.  You'll come out and move in with us.  Trish loves
you already.  I'll call you Susie.  And see you before you know it!"  Gayle
licked the pink lipstick that had smeared off from the waitress to her
mouth.  She knew she'd leave it there until she shared it with Trish down
in the truck.  She kissed Sue Anne's hand and handed her a small brown bag.
"Gotta go, baby.  See you very soon!"  In a flash, she was down the stairs,
into the truck and off down the highway with her new girl-lover.

Sue Anne, in a fog, watched the truck move off down the road.  She turned,
ignoring the stare from the cashier, counter girl and a few of the patrons.
She went back to her locker behind the kitchen and looked down at the
envelope, her thoughts muddled.  Her tongue licked at the burgundy lipstick
that Gayle had left on her mouth, tasting more of the woman on her lips.
She slowly opened the envelope and removed the contents.  They were a pair
of women's thong panties.  The front had some thick fluid dried on the
panel covering the pussy.  They were obviously used and had been through
some kind of fuck-play.  She knew they were Gayle's.  She brought them
slowly up to her nose and inhaled the sensual fragrance of pussy juice,
sweat and perfume.  Her tongue slid out and licked at the residue, tasting
it's sweetness.  She closed her eyes and crushed the panties to her nose
and mouth.  She knew that she'd see Gayle again soon.  And her life would
change forever.....


The end?
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