Erotic Stories by Alicia Night Orchid

Late that night, long after we'd both turned in, I was awakened by movement. I watched Kate rise from the bed--she wore only panties and a tee. I could see the outline of her nipples through the tee and a peek of cheek. I listened to the soft sigh of her piss through the open door. She came back inside and lay down opposite me. I could tell she wasn't asleep.  She tossed and turned.  I asked if she were okay. Just restless, she said. Can I get you anything, I asked. I'm really wound up, she said.

I slid over to her bed. We propped the pillows side by side and turned on the TV. I ran the flipper, channel to channel. We eventually settled on the old Cohen Brothers movie, "Raising Arizona." About half way though I fell back asleep. I woke up in Kate's bed, the sun pouring in. We spooned together, her nipples pressed to my back, her pelvis against my rump, her hand on my breast Her long legs entwined with mine. Snoozed quietly.

I didn't want to move for fear of waking her. I stayed still, but couldn't help but be aroused. I begin to think about running my hands over her ass. I thought about how sweet it would feel to rub my nipples against hers. My pussy began to tingle. I could feel the moistness in my panties. I wanted to hump the bed, my hand, Kate, but I didn't move. I lay there agonzing with lust, wanting her, needing her, fantasizing about my cunt pressed to hers.

Over an hour later, she awakened. I stretched, turned and faced away from her on the bed. My panties were soaked through. I was panting.

"Are you okay, "she asked.

"Restless," I explained.

She raised up on her knees and hugged me from behind. "What do you want to do," she said.

"Fuck you."

She withdrew. "I'm not quite ready for that."

"All right then, you fuck me."

"Not ready for that either. "

I turned and kissed her hard on the lips, cupping a breast in my hand and squeezing it. "It's going to be a long road trip."

She bit her lower lip and patted my knee. "I'm warming up to this. I just need a little time."

I pushed her hand between my legs. "See what you do to me?"

She brought her hand to her face and sniffed. "God, your pussy smells good."

"You can have it," I told her.

She rolled off the bed. "Maybe I will," she said, teasing.

We traveled that day up Highway 1 though San Louis Obispo on up to Carmel, where we checked into a hotel across the street from the ocean. We ate dinner at a wonderful restuarant in town. When we returned, the sea fog had rolled in. We held hands and listened to the seals bleating in the distance.