Having just graduated from college, it felt like I achieved everything when I landed a tech consultant job at one of the big four consulting firms. Two years of working late nights and going that extra mile had me up for promotion a year ahead of everyone else in my batch.
One afternoon, my manager invited me for a coffee chat and shared an incredible opportunity to travel onsite for a project launch. This was the first project where I had a major contribution, and I was more than eager to accept. He shared the specifics of the travel; I couldn’t believe that the launch site was the city where Stella, a very dear friend, lived.
Stella and I met on the first day of college and felt an instant connection that made us inseparable by graduation. She is a loving, beautiful soul and has a mesmerizing aura that attracts everyone to her. With thick brown wavy hair down to her slender, twenty-eight-inch waist, she had round 34C breasts which bounced, enticingly, hypnotizing with every movement. Her dark-olive skin and brown eyes radiated sexiness, which was complemented with a lethal, sensual smile.
Although we hadn’t seen each other since graduation, with jobs in two corners of the country, we kept in constant contact over phone calls. That’s why she was absolutely giddy with excitement when I told her that I would spend the following week with her.
As my flight landed in her city, my emotions were overflowing; I felt a strange, heretofore unknown, longing and anxiety. My excitement at seeing her once more made me realize how important she was in my life, and how much I longed to see her.
I saw her waiting at the gate and ran into her arms. We were dancing and celebrating without a care for everyone around us. The gush of warmth and love that I felt at that moment was indescribable, and I knew things could never change between us.
My company had offered a suite at the Marriott and we had decided that she’d stay the night. We both agreed that we had so much to catch up on that the entire week wouldn’t be enough. As he handed me the keys to my room, I thanked the manager and started walking toward the elevator. We walked into the elevator, and she pulled me in a warm bear hug, exclaiming that she couldn’t believe I was standing in front of her.
As we came out of the hug, I saw her anew, as if that night was the first time I had ever seen her. Dressed in a colorful floral dress, her hair up in a messy bun, we always joked about how our wardrobe tastes contrasted. I loved solid and neutral tones, whereas she was exuberant, colorful, and bold. I admired how beautifully she carried off the colors, as the dress hugged her curvy body in all the right places. The plunging neckline of the bodycon was hardly keeping her full boobs in place as she animatedly moved her hands while chatting.
After an hour or so, we were comfortably lounging in the suite and decided, against good sense, to drink vodka shots. The room service guy gave us a knowing look as he handed over the shot glasses. Three shots and a million stories later, we were loosening up and dancing to Taylor Swift, singing along, off-key. After every song, we’d take a shot, until we were blind drunk and dancing like there’s no tomorrow.
Her hips swaying seductively, my hands around her waist, from behind, Stella began rubbing against my body, passionately. A searing spark went through my entire body as my fingertips caressed the soft fabric of her dress. I cautiously moved my hands to her ass, tracing the outlines of her thong with my fingers. I closed my eyes to quiet my dirty mind before I began to think of my dear friend sexually.
However, my mind was rejecting all tame thoughts, picturing her bare ass and how sexy and dirty it would feel as my hot, wet tongue would slide over her butt-crack, plunging into her supple, horny flesh. I was always bi-curious but had never been with a woman. The effect she was having on me was very new and intense. She affected me like an aphrodisiac, a new, intense feeling. My heart throbbed in my chest, sending flames through my entire body. I felt my pussy moisten as I imagined her boobs in my mouth, biting her nipples until she cried out in pleasure.
Lost in my nasty thoughts, I didn’t even notice when Stella fell playfully on the bed and her dress rode all the way up, showing her hot-pink lace panties that barely covered a neatly-trimmed snatch. Her messy hair was all over the bed as she lightly traced her curves, from her sides till her arms met at the top of her head. The sight was so sexy and arousing that I lost control and rushed to her side, wetly, frantically kissing her beautiful lips as if my life depended on it.
She was initially taken aback but soon returned my kiss with the same intensity. Our hands began exploring each other’s bodies; every inch, every curve, was caressed and fondled, our hands sliding over and under our dresses.
Her lips were so soft, supple, and felt wonderfully different from my previous experiences with men. We paused briefly to take a breath as she turned around, and I unzipped her dress, pulling it off. Like a Greek goddess in her divine glory, she lay there in a low-cut hot pink, lace bra, and a thong with the sexiest look on her face. As I was lusting over my friend, she pulled my dress over my head, tearing it off of me. My drunken brain was going insane with lust as I stood in front of my friend in a matching black satin bra and panties. She lightly stroked my nipples over the satin until they were hard and piercing the thin fabric like bullets. Her moves were slow and seductive as she carefully pulled the satin down and took my left boob in her mouth.
Closing my eyes, I was consumed by a hazy feeling of warm lust, lust that transcended pleasure. Her fingertips sent quivers over my flesh as they ran over the drenched fabric of my panties, overheating my wet pussy, then traveling to the bare, reddened flesh of my inner thighs. By now, I was literally begging her to touch me as she peeled my panties off and touched my pussy for the first time. I moaned as her fingers found my clit, gently rubbing it with her thumb while she slowly inserted her middle finger inside me. My senses were heightened, sending shock waves all over my body, as I melted under her touch.
She continued to finger-fuck me as she thrust another finger inside me, ravaging my tits, biting my nipples until I screamed with pleasure. She flicked my nipples with her tongue; that was enough to send me over the edge as I had the most intense orgasm of my life. I moaned loudly, falling into her arms, struggling to accept that my best friend had just given me the best orgasm of my life.
A million questions were going on in my head when we heard a loud knock on the door. I sprang up and opened the door to find the manager standing outside, with a look of shock on his face. Realizing that I had forgotten to put a robe on, I stood there frozen as he stared at my exposed pussy with my cum dripping all over my legs.
