Erotic Stories by Alicia Night Orchid

I've seen two of the largest old homes in America--Biltmore in Ashville, NC and Hearst Castle near San Simeon , California. The first was built by George Vanderbilt for his family to live in. San Simeon was built by Willian Randolph Hearst as a love nest for his mistress. Marion Davies.

Our fourth day out, Kate and I spent most of the morning there, before heading on up the coast ot Big Sur The scenery was spectacular. Off in the distance, grass fires burned and smoke clouded some of the passes. Once a magnet for beatniks, like Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Jack Kerouac ,now a haven for artists and wealthy spa-goers. We turned right at unmarked Sycamore Canyon Road (the first paved road past the post office) and drove two miles to Pfeiffer Beach, where the currents have carved arches in the sandstone and greenstone rocks. It was just us and the seagulls.

We kissed long and deep. Kate's tongue swirled against mine. I lay over her, my breasts pressed against hers. Ten years of friendship and three days of building passion and intimacy coursed through us. Neither of us could deny it an instant longer.

"Oh my God," she said. "I'm melting."

I pushed a leg between hers. I ground my pussy against her thigh. We rocked like that, kissing. I unbuttoned her blouse, lifted my t-shirt and rubbed my nipples against hers.

The ride to our hotel was a sloppy French kiss with me at the wheel and Kate next to me, her hand caressing my neck, my thighs, my belly, dipping tentatively to my denim-covered pussy. Somehow, we got past the desk and check in. Somehow, we made it to our room.

I pushed her onto the bed. I unbuckled her jeans and tugged them to the floor. I knew what I wanted.

"Oh, Alicia," Kate breathed. "Oh, sweety."

I kissed her through the crotch of her panties. i sucked her juices through the fabric. I nipped at her nipples and squeezed her breasts. I pushed her panties aside and dove in. She held my face in her hands.

I licked the length of her slit. I opened her, wet and slippery. I flicked at her clit and inhaled her sea-scent. She thrashed and wailed. "Oh God yes, that's it. Eat me, fucking eat me.":

I pushed my tongue inside, tasting her. I nibbled one lip, then the other. I settled my mouth about her clit, throbbing like a little heart, and sucked. I pushed two fingers inside and fucked her in and out.

Her hips thrust. Her belly tightened. After a few minutes, I felt the walls of her pussy clinch and spasm. She rolled away, too sensitive to continue.

I lay beside her. I guided her hand between my legs. Showing her how I like it, light and fast on my clit.

Yes, yes, yes. There, there , there.

We didn't leave the hotel room all night.