by Raven Sky
Quinn brought two fingers to her mouth and sucked them, then pulled aside her G-string and slipped them inside her pussy. She spread her lips and brought her fingers in and out for a time until Riley growled, “Get down here already.”
Quinn lowered herself to Riley’s face and moaned with pleasure as Riley’s tongue made first contact. She savored the sensations for a time, gyrating and enjoying the soft, steady motion of Riley’s tongue between her legs. But she was eager to please Riley too and bent forward to bring her mouth between Riley’s legs as well. She nuzzled her neatly trimmed patch of peach fuzz before bringing kisses to her clitoris. She used her lips, tongue, and teeth to stimulate her, resisting the temptation to yield to the sensations rocking her own body, and focused instead on bringing pleasure to her. It was no easy task. Quinn struggled with this position for that reason. But this was Riley’s request, so she tried to amplify and channel all the sensations that Riley gave to her back into Riley. It seemed to work. Riley’s legs started to shake, the usual sign that she was close to orgasm. Quinn increased the pressure and suction of her mouth and felt Riley break off from pleasing her to exclaim a few choice expletives before begging her not to stop. Quinn didn’t stop; she kept the beat, and Riley shuddered violently as the surges of orgasm wracked her. Quinn lay down beside her and held her until the spasms subsided, whispering sweetly to her the entire time.
Riley’s eyes were still glazed over with bliss when she looked over at Quinn and commanded, “Up against the wall. Now. Do it.”
Quinn didn’t ask questions. She complied happily. Riley joined her at the wall and pinned her hands above her head.
“Your turn,” she said, then proceeded to finger fuck Quinn to a spectacular orgasm too. They both crumpled to the floor mat, sweaty and sated.
“You’re my favorite person,” Riley declared out of the blue.
“I find you tolerable most of the time,” Quinn retorted, squealing when Riley responded by grabbing her and throwing her over onto her back, then straddling her torso and declaring that she was a brat.
“I’m a very loveable brat though,” Quinn insisted.
“You are,” Riley said between kisses. “You are my very annoying but very loveable brat.”
“I’m thirsty,” Quinn said. “Let’s go get some water.”
As they found their scattered clothing and put it back on, both of them looked to the two-way mirror.
“Do you think anyone was watching us?” Quinn asked.
“I guess we’ll never know unless they’re still lingering outside.”
When they opened the curtains and exited, there were a few women hanging out, but no one appeared at the peepholes or stools by the mirror. Quinn felt an odd sense of disappointment, even though she knew it didn’t necessarily mean that no one had peeked in on them at some point. They made their way to the bar, hand in hand, to order bottles of cold water.
They were just discussing heading back to the hotel when an androgynous woman in glasses approached them.
“Excuse me, I thought you might like to see these.” She placed a sketchbook on the bar and began flipping through the pages. Quinn was startled, then deeply moved, to see sketches of them making love in the Red Room. The sketches were beautiful. Suggestive and intimate. They captured their figures and feelings in the best possible light. She couldn’t find words. The stranger started to get nervous and make excuses for them.
“They’re just sketches. Not fully fleshed out drawings or anything. If I had more time…but you kept changing position and—”
“They’re gorgeous!” Quinn said, cutting her off.
“You have to let us buy one off you. It’s our anniversary,” Riley added.
The stranger declined the offer of money for a long time, but Quinn insisted, explaining that she was an artist herself and that she would love nothing more than to support a fellow artist’s talent.
At the end of the night, Riley and Quinn left with a sketch that immortalized their anniversary adventure. This art, which could never be displayed, was especially meaningful to Quinn. It seemed a kind of shared secret between her, Riley and the artist. Quinn had surreptitiously thrilled to the idea of showing off their bodies, dynamic and skills to others, exposing to public scrutiny that which was supposed to remain private. And now here in this sketch was their most intimate connection captured. It struck her as both tawdry and sacred, and she cherished its paradox, grateful for the way everything came together just so to create precisely this.
THE END
Quinn and Riley head to the hot tub.
“This was fun to watch, but I really just want to make out with you. Preferably in the hot tub downstairs,” Quinn said.
“Sounds like a plan,” Riley said. “Lead the way.”
They were hoping that the hot tub would be empty and they were not disappointed, as a couple was just leaving as they arrived. The women leaving were clad only in their wet and very much see-through panties. Quinn felt her body respond to the sight, and they quickly stripped down to enjoy their one-on-one time in the tub. The water was warm but not scorching, which Quinn was grateful for as she hoped to keep Riley occupied in there for some time.
“Get over here and kiss me, sexy girlfriend,” Quinn said as Riley stepped cautiously into the water.
“With pleasure,” Riley replied, coming close and wrapping her legs and arms around Quinn enthusiastically. They kissed long and slow, their breasts bobbing close together in the water. Riley slipped her tongue in Quinn’s mouth and a jolt of desire shot through Quinn.
Just then a very loud and raucous group of women made their way into the hot tub area, lead by a big, curvy blonde who seemed quite intoxicated. Quinn and Riley broke apart uncertainly.
“Shit, don’t stop on our account,” said the buxom blonde. “Looks like you were just starting to heat things up.” She slapped an enormous bag on a nearby table and then plunged into the hot tub noisily, followed by a few of her apparent admirers. She was wearing shiny silver short shorts and pasties on her giant breasts. The tassels were now wet and bobbing up and down in the bubbles alongside her ample chest. Her makeup was over-the-top like a drag queen’s, and she was wearing a headband with cat ears. Quinn had to fight the urge to laugh.
“I’m Kitty LaQueer, burlesque sensation, and these are my smitten kittens. Who might you two lovelies be?”
“I’m Quinn and this is my girlfriend, Riley,” Quinn answered.
“Pleased to meet you,” Kitty responded politely. She then proceeded to bark harshly at one of her friends, “Leave that and get in here.”
“Did you say that you’re a burlesque performer?” Quinn asked.
Kitty didn’t reply but stood up dramatically in the tub and began jiggling her breasts vigorously. “Shit, they’re weighed down with the water. Just a second,” she said as she squeezed the tassels dry. “All right, behold!” The tassels went clockwise in time with her sizeable breasts, and then counterclockwise as she adjusted her bouncing. Finally, they went in opposite directions, which was genuinely impressive, inspiring both Riley and Quinn to amused applause.
“I could teach you a few tricks if you like. I brought some supplies for a make-your-own-pasties station. I’m supposed to set up by the bar at midnight. What time is it anyway?”
One of the smitten kittens answered and Kitty reached over to scratch her behind the ear. The woman actually purred in response. Riley and Quinn just looked at each other, eyes wide.
“Well, I’ve still got some time before then, if you ladies want to join us in some lighthearted fun leading up to our arts and crafts session. Ever heard of a circle jiggle?”
“No.”
“It’s the tame version of a circle jerk. Everyone just jiggles the tatas of the woman beside her. Some silly, good clean fun to start our night.”
Everyone in the hot tub seemed to chuckle and surreptitiously check out the woman beside her. Quinn looked to Riley uncertainly, but Riley seemed delighted when she final
ly looked her way. In fact, Riley shrugged and said, “Seems harmless.” Quinn relaxed and snuck a look at the woman to Riley’s right, a tiny, nerdy-looking brunette with the smallest tits Quinn had ever seen. They were hardly more than swollen nipples. She looked next to the woman on her left and felt excited. She was seated beside a real beauty, with luscious brown skin, bright red lipstick, and an ample handful of breasts. Riley was still the hottest woman in the tub as far as Quinn was concerned though, and the thought that they’d be going home together made this mild departure from the bounds of strict monogamy feel safe.
“Does this hot tub make anyone else think of a big cauldron of boobie stew? No? Just me? Okay then,” Kitty said, taking control. “So no judgment, but if anyone doesn’t want to participate, this really only works if everyone in the tub is on board, so now’s the time to get out if this isn’t your thing.” She waited for anyone to make a move, but no one did. “Alrighty then, ladies,” she announced theatrically. “Place your hands if you please.” There was a great deal of giggling as each woman reached out to tentatively grab the breasts of the women on either side of her.
Riley and Quinn looked at each other and laughed. “This chick is crazy,” Riley whispered.
“I love her!” Quinn mouthed back.
“I love you,” Riley replied.
Quinn kissed her in response and felt a weird thrill run through herself at kissing Riley while her hands were gently holding both Riley’s tit and a good-looking stranger’s.
At this point, Kitty began directing everyone to jiggle in time to the music that was playing in the room. Everyone was laughing as it really did look ridiculous, seeing everyone’s breasts bopping around to the beat. Kitty was larger than life, directing folks with hilarious banter and great dramatic flair. Quinn was simply delighted with Kitty’s over-the-top performance and the amusing sight of all the breasts dancing in the water. Not unlike most men she knew, Quinn had always been mesmerized by the sight of jiggling boobs. This was something else entirely though. It was so…merry. She was grateful to Kitty for setting this funny, carefree tone of relaxed exploration and celebration of being female. Quinn privately wondered if she was becoming a smitten kitten too.
CHOICE #3: Will Quinn and Riley
A. Stay and enjoy the DIY pasties-making session or
B. Head to the private room to make love
Quinn and Riley learn to make pasties.
“Tonight really is full of new adventures.” Riley laughed, placing a shiny rhinestone on Quinn’s left breast.
“Looking good,” a stranger threw at them on her way past.
Quinn and Riley had made their way with the group from the hot tub to the bar where the intimate arts and crafts center was set up for either making pasties or trying out glitter tits. Quinn had opted for the latter and Riley was placing the finishing touches on Quinn’s rhinestone covering. They had opted for these tiny silver squares that looked like bits of mirror. Once placed on her chest, her breasts looked like disco mirror balls. For the final effect, Riley applied some liquid glitter between Quinn’s breasts and fanning out from her breasts as well. In the end, it looked both sexy and amusing. Quinn checked herself out in the mirror and added one more mirror square to resemble a diamond shape between her eyes, bindi-style.
“Ta-da!” she exclaimed, twirling around.
“You’re gorgeous,” Riley replied, pulling her in for a hungry kiss.
“Careful of my mirror balls,” Quinn said, pulling lightly on one of Riley’s tassels.
“Listen up, gals!” Kitty’s loud voice interrupted everyone. “I’m gonna start the tassel twirling demo now, so if anyone’s interested in learning how to twirl their newly-made pasties, please come up here with me. If not, then just take a seat and enjoy the show.”
Quinn placed her hands on Riley’s hips and physically propelled her toward Kitty. Riley went along though. She didn’t tend to like attention on herself, but Kitty had set such a welcoming and fun-loving tone that Riley felt relaxed enough to put herself on display.
She watched as Quinn took a seat on a leather couch beside a few women from the hot tub. They chatted and appeared to enjoy the view as the tasseled few made a line in front of the bar before them. Riley had chosen a fiery red to complement her hair, and she looked great, hands on her hips, looking out at Quinn and awaiting further instructions.
“Okay, ladies, let’s start with a simple bob. Put your feet together and just bob gently up and down from the knees to get the tassels started. Try not to look down. Making eye contact with the audience is critical in burlesque. There you go!”
Riley’s tassels were in motion until she looked down to check and then laugh at herself. She started up again, making eye contact with Quinn who cheered loudly.
“Now raise your right hand in a salute,” Kitty said, “and you’ll see that the tassels twirl right.” Everyone tried it and for the most part their tassels came into unison. The audience roared encouragement.
“Now bring up your left hand instead and they’ll go to the left,” Kitty instructed. Indeed the group’s collective tassels changed directions and the audience hooted its approval.
“Okay, lastly, take a step forward with one foot and try a shimmy. This is best for ladies like me with a larger bust. You just shake your shoulders and let the tassels go wild.”
Riley and all the be-tasseled women really gave it their all now, and it was quite the sight. Catcalling and riotous cheering ensued. Kitty held the stage and invited all the performers in together to take a collective bow.
“If you’re interested in taking one of my burlesque classes, where you can learn more moves like this, my business cards are on the table. That’s it for me this evening, so enjoy the rest of your night of shameless debauchery, you sexy bitches!”
The crowd loved her. They showered her with appreciative applause and many rushed forward to offer her compliments and ask questions.
Quinn rushed to Riley. “You were amazing! It was fun to see you dance for me for once!”
Riley kissed her. “Yeah, I guess that’s a first.”
“There were many firsts tonight.”
“Right? What a crazy evening.”
They held each other for a tender moment now, running their hands through each other’s hair and caressing each other’s faces.
“I really loved coming here with you,” Quinn said softly. “It was fun and different and I had a great time. Thank you for thinking up something so out of the ordinary.”
“My pleasure. I enjoyed it too.”
“I like our ordinary though too,” Quinn said. “Would it be all right if we just went back to the hotel now and finished our night together quietly? I enjoyed it; I really did, but I kind of just want to be alone with you now, snuggled in bed, you know?”
“Absolutely.” The thought of having Quinn alone, naked in her arms, sent a sweet thrill through Riley’s entire body. “Let’s go.”
“Okay, but we need a picture of us to remember this night, and we can’t use our phones here, so I don’t know, I guess we’ll have to wear our pasties and rhinestones back to the hotel? That’ll make for an interesting walk home.”
“Yeah, I guess maybe just throw your coat on and stuff your shirt and bra into the pockets? You’re gonna get glitter everywhere.”
“And probably leave a trail of rhinestones.”
“Maybe we can ask Valentina to take a photo of us in the lobby. There must be something that can be arranged. I get the privacy thing, but maybe if we explain and go somewhere away from other people?”
In the end, Valentina was happy to oblige, using Quinn’s phone to take photos of them away from the other guests in the staff room.
“This must be such a strange job,” Riley mused aloud.
Valentina just shrugged. “You get used to it. Another day, another orgy.”
Quinn and Riley looked at each other, shocked, and cracked up.
Valentina was called away by another employee so
she waved them good-bye, reminding them that they could wash off the glitter in the shower room. They made their way there, holding hands. They made out in the shower for a time, attempting to wash away Quinn’s glitter, and succeeding mostly in spreading it all over the shower stall and Riley, who didn’t mind being marked by Quinn’s sparkles. Now her flesh was both bespeckled and besparkled, which seemed befitting of their special night.
“Think of how many people have fucked in this place,” Quinn murmured, absentmindedly caressing Riley’s soaped-up flesh as she contemplated the numbers. Riley was insistently searching out her mouth, placing insistent kisses on her lips, but Quinn kept talking through the kisses. “Think of all the orgasms, all the erotic energy, all the different kinds of relationships…all the pleasure this place has inspired.”
“Mm-hmm,” Riley responded, half-listening, focused on her pursuit of Quinn’s lips.
“But don’t you think that’s a super sexy thought?” Quinn asked, tenaciously pursuing her line of thought despite Riley’s questing lips and prowling hands.
“Yep,” Riley said simply.
Her response was clearly lacking sufficient enthusiasm for Quinn’s satisfaction. “No, but really. How many orgasms do you think this place sees in a week?”
Riley sighed and pushed Quinn up against the shower stall forcefully enough to pull her out of her mental calculations. “Babe, I’m less concerned with doing math right now and more concerned with adding a few more orgasms to the mix, okay?”
Quinn realized her mistake and laughed at herself. “Sorry. You’re right. Come over here.”
