Chapter 1: Alicia and Amber
Alicia poured
another round of drinks, the sound of ice cubes rattling as she sloshed rich, golden amber into the tumblers. She slid one across the wobbly laminate motel table that separated the two women, the sweet and smoky scent of whiskey settling between them like a live current.
“That’s really strong
,” said Amber, eyebrow arched while eyeing the amber liquid. She dipped her shapely pink tongue into the spirit, testing it and closing her eyes as if in a pleasure far deeper and more heavenly than drinking.
A spark ignited in Alicia’s belly, watching the unspoken promises shimmering between them. She could only imagine what it would be like to feel that tongue on her own body, “It’s an acquired taste,” Alicia said, cheekily taking a swig of her own drink before pretending to gasp for air.
“So
, what do you think of my body, Alicia?” Amber asked.
Alicia was a little taken aback by the suddenness of Amber’s question, but she recovered quickly, emboldened by the whiskey and the nighttime shadows creeping across the room.
“Well, I like how
your blonde hair curls around your shoulders,” she admitted, examining the tender strands she'd just spoken of. “And I love the curve of your waist, how it compliments your large, round breasts.”
Amber blushed at Alicia’s exquisite compliments; her body tingled with the young brunette’s words. “That’s so nice!
” gushed Amber, feeling a warmth radiate across her skin as Alicia’s gaze roamed over her. “What about my ass?” She teased, turning around and jiggling her curvaceous bottom playfully.
“Hmm…
” Alicia hummed, leaning back in her flimsy chair, ankles crossed as if with calculated coolness. Her glass dangled precariously in one hand, but she seemed otherwise unbothered.
“Yes?” Amber prodded, her eagerness palpable as she rotated her hips in an exaggerated circle.
A calculated smile spread across Alicia’s lips. Raising her glass in a salute, she moistened them with a quick flick of her tongue.
“It’s a decent ass, Amber, but it’s hidden behind those jeans. I can’t get a good
look at it.” Alicia pondered, smirking ever so slightly.
Amber’s eyes gleamed with mischief. She stood up and swung her hips provocatively toward Alicia, seductively undulating her curves as she unfastened her jeans and slowly dragged the zipper down. Cool air wafted over her hot skin. The blue denim slid down her legs to reveal her perfect, smooth, bare ass.
Alicia’s eyes widened
as she was greeted by the sight of Amber’s firm cheeks, her hands clutching the tumbler of whiskey a little harder. She moistened her lips as she took in the beautiful sculpture in front of her, and Amber felt a shiver all over her body from the intensity of Alicia’s gaze.
“My God, Amber. That’s a sight for sore eyes.” Alicia croaked, her voice filled with hunger and desire.
“Hmm. Tell me what you see,” amber said, bent over
the table, her perfect, round ass facing Alicia.
Alicia took a large gulp of her drink and stood up from her chair. She walked up behind Amber, admiring the curves of her voluptuous figure. Alicia studied the sight before her, and literally described ambers ass saying, “
Your ass is just so perfectly round, so full and soft, imaginary lines drawing the perfect circle of your beautiful cheeks.”
“you can do better than that. Give me a better description,” Amber
demanded, her heart thumping with exhilaration.
“Fine.” Alicia's voice dripped with lust and desire, as she continued, this time she described it more visually without using figurative language, “