Cruising the Strip

by Radclyffe

  It didn’t take them long to get down to business. As they kissed, Fenn caressed the redhead’s breasts, easing her hand inside her low cut dress. The redhead arched into Fenn’s body, sliding one leg over Fenn’s thighs, her dress pulling up to her hips. Fenn pushed flimsy fabric aside and lowered her mouth to the redhead’s breast, tonguing her nipple while stroking the length of her naked thigh. Micki couldn’t hear them, but she didn’t need to. The redhead’s eyes were closed and her mouth open. She had to be moaning as Fenn teased her breast. While Fenn seduced the femme, Micki watched Fenn. She was a practiced lover; that was clear. The redhead was really worked up, her hands all over Fenn, but when she reached down to cup Fenn’s crotch, Fenn diverted her hand. The first time she did it, Micki thought it might have been an accident, but the second time it was clearly deliberate.

  Fenn pulled back and murmured something to the redhead, then stared over her shoulder directly at Micki. She grinned fiercely, then gave the redhead a bruising kiss. Micki felt sweat trickle down her back. Fenn was getting off from knowing she was there. Being on the outside was exhilarating and frustrating at the same time. Micki glanced around and when she saw that no one was looking, she squeezed her crotch, pressing her thumb into her hard clit. It didn’t help. It only made her want more. She wanted to do more than watch. And somehow, she knew Fenn knew that. She should leave, but just then, Fenn slipped her hand under the edge of the redhead’s dress and pushed up between her legs.

  Micki’s stomach clenched as the redhead writhed into Fenn’s lap, her mouth against Fenn’s neck, her hips rising and falling to the stroke of Fenn’s arm between her thighs. In her mind, Micki heard the redhead’s cry as she climaxed, and the paean of pleasure mocked her.

  “I can help you with that, lover,” an exotic dark-skinned woman with a sultry voice said as she edged up to Micki and covered Micki’s hand where she still gripped her crotch.

  “Thank you,” Micki rasped, moving both their hands away from between her legs. She hadn’t intended to masturbate in public or have someone else do it for her. She mustered up a smile, and noted that the woman was more than just pretty. If she hadn’t already had Fenn’s face burned into her mind, she might have been tempted. “I’ll keep for a while.”

  “I’ll be here,” the woman said, moving away with an indulgent smile.

  Micki checked back on Fenn’s action just in time to see the redhead curl up contentedly in the corner of the sectional and Fenn stalk rapidly toward a hallway at the back of the room. Uninvited, Micki followed. When Fenn ducked through a doorway, Micki pushed in behind her. She knew exactly where Fenn was going and why. She’d done it dozens of times herself. The restroom was small, with only two stalls, and they were both empty. Micki reached behind her and locked the door.

  “Enjoy the show?” Fenn asked with a smug grin, leaning her ass against the granite-topped counter surrounding the sinks.

  She looked cool and self-satisfied, but Micki knew better. “How long will it take you to get yourself off now? Thirty seconds? A minute? That’s what you came in here for, isn’t it?”

  Fenn frowned. “Look—”

  “No,” Micki snapped, grabbing Fenn and spinning her around toward the counter so hard that Fenn grabbed the edge to steady herself. “You look.” Catching the mixture of surprise and unmistakable arousal in Fenn’s reflection in the mirror above the sinks, Micki’s clit finished stiffening. “It’s your turn to watch.”

  “If you’re pissed—”

  “I’m not.” Micki kept one hand on Fenn’s shoulder, forcing her forward and slightly off balance, and reached around with her other hand to unbutton her fly. “You wouldn’t let her touch you. But you’re going to let me. Aren’t you?”

  Fenn shivered lightly and spread her legs, her eyes meeting Micki’s in the mirror. Her voice was barely a whisper. “Yes.”

  Micki angled her hips so her crotch rode against Fenn’s thigh. The contact only made the spiraling pressure in her clit worse and her control slipped a little. She shoved her hand into Fenn’s jeans. “Oh, Jesus, you’re so fucking hard already.”

  Fenn grunted softly, her hands white as she clenched the counter for support.

  “Did fucking that pretty little girl turn your clit into this rock?” Micki grated, working her thumb and finger roughly up and down Fenn’s clit. When she got no answer, she twisted.

  “No,” Fenn said, sounding as if she were strangling. “You watching me fuck her did that.”

  “And this is what you always do after, isn’t it?” Micki picked up speed, sliding the slippery hard length between her fingers.

  Panting, Fenn pumped into Micki’s hand. Sweat flew from her hair and misted Micki’s face. In the mirror, her eyes were dazed. “What?”

  “Isn’t this what you always do?” Micki demanded, her mouth against Fenn’s ear. “Make the girls come and then go off somewhere alone and jerk off?”

  “What do you think?” Fenn groaned defiantly.

  Micki slowed down and gently massaged Fenn’s clit with her fingertip. “I don’t think, I know.” She tapped rhythmically and Fenn twitched. “You do it because they don’t know how to give you what you need and you won’t ask.” She tapped again and Fenn tried to pull away. “But I know.” Micki bit down on Fenn’s bicep and pinched Fenn’s clit at same time.

  Fenn threw her head back and roared. “Oh Jesus, Jesus. That’s gonna make me come.”

  “Look in the mirror,” Micki choked out. She rode Fenn’s thigh and worked Fenn’s clit in long, deep strokes. Her own clit beat restlessly, trapped and aching. “Watch me make you come.”

  Fenn’s mouth twisted into a grimace, her eyes beseeching as they held to Micki’s. “I need it hard. Please. Please don’t let up.”

  “I know what you need.” Micki kissed the rigid angle of Fenn’s jaw, her face resting alongside Fenn’s as she watched their reflections. “Keep your eyes open.”

  “I’m right there.” Fenn sounded as if she might cry. “Do me faster?”

  “Don’t worry, you’re going to come,” Micki said with confidence, reaching around Fenn’s chest with her free hand and palming her breast. She squeezed Fenn’s nipple and pulled hard on her clit. Fenn’s eyes rolled back and her legs buckled. “Oh yeah. There you go.”

  Fenn’s eyes slammed shut and she sagged forward over the sink. “Uh uh uh uh.”

  Micki massaged Fenn’s clit until it softened and her tortured groans tapered off to an occasional moan. As soon as Micki was certain Fenn was done, she pulled her hand free of Fenn’s jeans and fumbled with her own. Then her fingers were on her clit and she was jerking off. It felt so good her legs gave out and she clutched Fenn to stay upright.

  “Oh, fuuck.” Micki pressed her face to Fenn’s shoulder, about to go off.

  Fenn yanked Micki’s hand out of her pants, grabbed her hips, and swung her around and up onto the counter. Before Micki knew what was happening her jeans were down around her ankles and Fenn was between her legs.

  “I think this is mine,” Fenn muttered, and went down on Micki’s clit.

  Fenn’s mouth was so hot, her tongue so insistent, that Micki started to lose it right away. She thrust both hands into Fenn’s hair and tried to push her off. “Fenn, baby. I’m going to come in your mouth.”

  Fenn grabbed her wrists and clamped them to the counter on either side of her body. She sucked harder, her mouth a vice, and Micki exploded into her. When she couldn’t take the sweet beat of Fenn’s tongue another second, she begged Fenn to stop. Fenn straightened up and pulled her into her arms. Micki dropped her head onto Fenn’s shoulder and clung to her so she didn’t slide off the counter.

  “Fuck. I tried to hold out. Sorry.”

  “I don’t remember me asking you to,” Fenn said in a low, pleased rumble. She stroked Micki’s hair and massaged the muscles in the back of her neck. “You know, there’s probably a line outside the door.”

  “I hope they enjoyed it as much as I did.” Micki laughed and wrapped
an arm around Fenn’s neck, dragging her head down to kiss her, hard and deep. “You’ll have to leave me here, because I don’t think I can walk.”

  “Not a chance.” Fenn eased Micki down from the counter and kept an arm around her waist until she was steady. Between kisses, they tucked in T-shirts and buttoned up flies.

  “Are you playing tomorrow?” Micki asked.

  “Tomorrow’s a bye day for me,” Fenn said.

  “So you don’t need a whole lot of sleep tonight.”

  “I wasn’t planning on getting much.” Fenn threw her arm around Micki’s shoulder as they headed toward the door. She unlocked it and when they stepped through, three or four women applauded politely and streamed past them into the restroom.

  “There goes your reputation,” Micki said.

  Fenn stopped, her arm still around Micki, and regarded her intently. “If they got the idea I thought I was leaving with the hottest woman here tonight, they’d be right.”

  Micki grabbed the back of Fenn’s jeans and curled her thumb through a belt loop. “I’ve been rolling the dice really well tonight. Looks like I’ve got me another winning come out.”

  “Roll ’em easy or hard, baby.” Fenn kissed her. “Any way you want it, I’m game.”

  Double Down

  by Radclyffe

  “This is the best birthday trip ever,” Jeannie Bryant said, stretching out her arms and twirling in the center of their suite. “I can’t believe how much fun I’m having. Did you like the show?”

  “Sure. It was super.”

  Randy Michaels stuffed her hands in the pockets of her best black trousers and figured there was no point in saying that she would have been just as happy to watch a movie in the privacy of their room, where they could kick back and eat popcorn and make out a little bit. She’d spent six months planning this surprise birthday trip, and she wanted everything to be just perfect for her wife of almost ten years. Jeannie deserved a whole lot more than that for putting up with her for all that time. Randy regarded her still smiling birthday girl with a mixture of pride, amusement, and pleasure. Five feet three inches of blond-haired, blue-eyed exuberance, Jeannie was the best looking woman in Cherokee County. Hell, probably in the entire state of Texas. Possibly the whole United States of America. She didn’t look one minute older than she had at eighteen, when Randy had first laid eyes on her at the rodeo. Jeannie was barrel racing with the rest of her family, who had been on the rodeo circuit for three generations. Twelve years older and nothing much to write home about in the looks department, Randy couldn’t believe that Jeannie had given her the time of day. But Jeannie always said it was love at first sight, and since she’d never even heard of Michaels’ Oil, after a while, Randy had believed her. And here they were.

  “You’re lying to me, Randy Michaels,” Jeannie said, her hands on her hips. She was trying to work up a frown, but it wasn’t very convincing. “I know you hate listening to people sing songs you don’t even know the words to.” She wrapped her arms around Randy’s neck and snuggled her soft curves into the lean planes of Randy’s rangy body. “I know you’d rather be astride a horse, out riding around that ranch, checking up on the wells and scaring all the roustabouts.”

  Laughing, Randy looped her arms around Jeannie’s waist. “None of them are scared of me.”

  “Uh-huh. I’ve seen their faces when you light into them for not sticking to the schedule.” Jeannie leaned back, hooked her finger around the onyx and silver clasp on Randy’s bolo tie, and pulled one leather strand free. Then she proceeded to pick out all the studs on Randy’s tuxedo shirt. “And I know you don’t like getting all duded up.”

  “What I like is putting a smile on your face.” Randy nuzzled Jeannie’s neck and kissed the special place just under the curve of her jaw that always made her eyes get soft and dreamy. “I want you to know how lucky I feel to have caught you when you could have had anyone.”

  Jeannie slid her hands inside Randy’s shirt and worked her fingers into the tight muscles in slow, firm circles, sliding a little lower every now and then to brush her nipples. “I roped you, as I recall.”

  Thinking back to that time in the barn when Jeannie had tossed a lasso over her head and dragged her into the hayloft, Randy felt a sharp twinge between her legs. Dropping a hand down to Jeannie’s tantalizingly firm butt, she pulled her tight against her crotch. “Oh yeah, I remember.”

  “And don’t think just because you always get to me first, I’m not always thinking about hog-tying you and having my way with you again.”

  Randy frowned, trying to figure out if there was a message in there for her somewhere, but she wasn’t thinking quite right because Jeannie had started in on her nipples. Just rubbing them between her fingers, casual like. Now the twinge down low in her belly switched to a steady pounding. “Is there something you want in the bedroom department you’re not getting?”

  Jeannie kissed Randy’s throat. “When have you ever known me not to tell you just exactly what I wanted?”

  “Come to think of it, never.” Randy massaged Jeannie’s butt with both hands, loving the way Jeannie made little purring sounds and rubbed herself up against her like a cat.

  “Let’s get out of these fancy clothes,” Jeannie said, “and cuddle up in bed. We can watch a movie. I know that’s what you’d rather have been doing all night, anyhow.”

  Randy figured there was no point in protesting, because Jeannie could always tell when she was shining her on. She kissed her, sliding the tip of her tongue back and forth over the wet, soft surface of Jeannie’s lips. “It’s your birthday, baby. We’ll do anything you want.”

  “Well then, let’s get ready for bed, and I’ll see what I’m in the mood for.”

  By the time Randy got out of the rest of her clothes and pulled on an old pair of baggy blue cotton boxers she liked to sleep in, Jeannie had let her hair down, stripped off her makeup, and donned an equally old, thigh length white T-shirt. Together, they arranged the pillows and climbed under the covers. Jeannie scooted close to Randy and threw one leg over Randy’s so her thigh snugged into the crotch of Randy’s boxers. Then she grabbed the remote and turned on the television.

  “What should we watch?” Jeannie asked.

  “You pick this time.” Randy really didn’t care what they watched, because all her attention was on the way Jeannie was absently rubbing her leg up and down between hers. She’d been more than a little turned on from the way Jeannie had been fooling with her nipples, but now she was getting a right serious bit of stiffness in her shorts. She was pretty sure there’d be a nice big wet spot in the middle of the pale blue cotton pretty soon, too.

  “I’ve always wanted to watch one of these,” Jeannie said, selecting the adult viewing choices. “Oh, look. They’ve got one with just girls.”

  Before Randy could gather her wits to protest, Jeannie keyed in the selection. And sure enough, within a second, the screen was filled with half-naked women.

  Randy stared while Jeannie laughed. “They’re supposed to be sharing a day at a beauty spa. I’ve never seen anybody doing that at the one I go to.”

  “Geez, I should hope not,” Randy said as the three “customers” shed all of their clothes and started oiling up each other’s bodies in preparation for their group massage. “I didn’t know you liked this stuff.”

  “What?” Jeannie said, shifting her thigh away from Randy’s crotch. “A massage or X-rated movies?”

  “The movies.” Randy divided her attention between what was happening on the screen and trying to figure out how to get Jeannie’s leg back where it had been. “If you told me, I could’ve—”

  “Lover, look. They’re getting right down to business. Shush now, and watch.”

  Randy’s feelings might have been bruised if it hadn’t been for the fact that Jeannie reached over and put her hand high up on the inside of Randy’s thigh, just underneath the leg of her boxers. Knowing Jeannie’s fingers were only inches from where she really, really wanted the
m made Randy’s clit stand up. She had a second’s worry that maybe Jeannie would think she was getting turned on by what was happening on the screen, but then she noticed her lover’s rapt expression. Jeannie’s lips were slightly parted and her eyes wide as she stared at the three admittedly great-looking women kissing and fondling each other’s breasts and sliding all over one another in the middle of a big bed. Jeannie’s breathing had gotten a bit fast and her nipples made two nice little tents in the front of her T-shirt, too. Huh.

  Moving carefully so as not to distract her, Randy eased her arm behind Jeannie’s back and reached around her side so her fingers cradled the curve of Jeannie’s breast. It was a sneak-up-on-’em move she’d perfected when she’d been a lot younger and she wasn’t quite certain how far her date was willing to go. Casually, she feathered her fingers back and forth over Jeannie’s breast. Jeannie cuddled up a little closer and rested her head against Randy’s shoulder, her gaze still riveted to the screen.

  “Do you think her breasts are real?” Jeannie murmured.

  “I don’t know, maybe. It’s hard to tell these days.” Randy kissed Jeannie’s temple and inched a little closer to her nipple.

  “Mine aren’t nice and perky like hers.”

  “Yours are perfect.” To prove it, Randy cupped Jeannie’s breast. The soft cotton T-shirt did nothing to dampen the heat radiating from Jeannie’s firm flesh, and when Randy flicked her thumb over the taut nipple, Jeannie twitched and moaned softly.

  “Maybe I should shave my pussy like that,” Jeannie mused.

  “Do you want to?”

  On the screen, a blonde and a brunette were French kissing while a redhead played with the brunette’s breasts. Randy twirled her finger around Jeannie’s nipple the same way the redhead worked her tongue around the brunette’s hard, flushed nipple.

  “Mmm.” Jeannie bent her legs into a vee and rocked her hips. Her T-shirt pulled up until the blond triangle between her thighs peeked out. “Hers looks pretty sexy, all pink and wet like that. I bet if I did, it would feel really nice when you licked me.”