Arriving
Los Angeles
Amy felt her dress fall to the floor and Luisa was on her, her fingers trailing the straps of the bikini top, brushing across the fabric and gliding over Amy’s nipples.
She looked into Amy’s eyes with a mischievous smile as she pulled Amy’s bikini top up and over her head, throwing it to the floor, before she leaned in to plant soft kisses on Amy’s neck and lower, finding Amy’s nipples with her tongue while both of Luisa’s hands moved down to hold Amy’s rear.
Letting out a sigh of something that sat firmly between satisfaction and pleasure, Amy reached a hand to stroke Luisa’s hair.
Luisa responded by moving her head back up to kiss Amy on the lips, the slow, sensual, playful style of kissing that Amy had been fantasising about for the last three weeks since her and Luisa had last been together.
She’d thought that Luisa was easily the best kisser she’d ever met back then, and Luisa was confirming it now.
One of Luisa’s hands had moved to hold Amy’s back, but the other stayed on her ass before gradually moving round to the front, touching Amy teasingly between her legs, never staying in one place for long but driving Amy all the wilder as a result.
Amy moaned into the kiss, and started to kiss Luisa back harder, her tongue finding Luisa’s. Amy’s hands fumbled for the zip on the back of Luisa’s dress and finally found it, sliding the zip down and letting the dress also fall to the floor.
“Come with me,” Amy said quietly, breaking away from the kiss and taking Luisa by the hand. She led her to the bedroom and they climbed on to the bed, resuming their kissing lying side by side, heads on the pillows.
Amy’s hand started to roam, touching Luisa’s breasts through her bikini top, feeling her nipples harden and gently applying pressure to them.
She lightly pushed on Luisa so that she rolled on to her back, and Amy then leaned up, looking down at Luisa, admiring her body in the string bikini, tracing her fingers over her face and chest before moving them lower.
“I’ve been looking forward to this ever since we said goodbye at the airport.”
Luisa let out a sigh as Amy’s fingers moved between her legs, teasing Luisa through the fabric of her bikini bottoms. “Me too. Very much.” That accent… it did things to Amy that an accent had no right to do.
Amy leaned down to kiss Luisa again, while her hand reached for the ties at either side of Luisa’s bikini, undoing them one by one, and then pulled the bikini bottoms away, before undoing the top in the same way, leaving Luisa naked under her.
Luisa meanwhile had reached her hand between Amy’s legs and slid inside Amy’s bikini bottoms, slipping a finger precisely where Amy needed to be touched.
Amy copied her, marvelling at the feel of Luisa being completely bare down there…
a prerequisite for some of her modelling work, she’d explained once.
The two women lay like that, the kissing growing more passionate as both of their arousal grew higher and higher, touching each other, pressing against each other, skin on skin. Amy could feel her climax building, and she could tell from Luisa’s breathing that she was in the same situation.
As she got close Amy let out a soft moan, which seemed to trigger Luisa to do the same, which pushed Amy further, until in the most virtuous of loops they both came at the same time, Amy's body tensing at the same time that she felt Luisa tighten around her fingers. God, it felt so good, shuddering wave after shuddering wave rolling through and knowing that the woman in her arms was feeling the same. Desperate to make the most, Amy continued to touch Luisa through her orgasm until she fell silent and gently pushed Amy’s hand away.
The room was silent, save for their slowing breathing, broken eventually by the sound of Luisa chuckling quietly. “That was what I’ve been waiting for…”
Amy kissed her gently. “Me too.”
“Definitely.”
It didn’t take long for Amy to feel the jetlag start to kick in.
Intellectually she knew that it was around 8pm, but to her body it was the middle of the night, and she knew that she couldn't put it off any more.
"I hope you don't mind," she said, sitting up, "but I'm going to have a quick shower and then go to sleep. I'm shattered."
Luisa lay back and smiled. "Of course not. I'll be right here when you come out..."
Amy glanced back at her from the bathroom door. Luisa's body was incredible, and the wink she gave Amy… God, that did something special to her.
***
As Amy let the powerful stream cascade over her she reflected on what had by any standards been an insane few weeks, starting with her arrival on her last visit to LA.
If anyone had told her that in the little over a month that followed she’d embark on a passionate, long distance open whatever-this-was with Luisa, somehow catch feelings for Sarah too, and end it with James, well… insane didn’t do it justice.
Yet it was all true.
She'd taken off from London that morning, bound for what was her second work trip to LA.
Amy was scheduled to be away for as good as three weeks, straddling three weekends and with two full working weeks in the middle, and she had deliberately chosen that to give her the maximum time with Luisa, to see how the relationship developed and whether it had really just been an exotic, holiday fling that first time or was something more.
The downside was that arriving on a Thursday meant that she would have a horribly jet lagged day in the office on the Friday, but she thought it worth it to have a full weekend with Luisa.
To say that Amy had been looking forward to seeing Luisa was an understatement.
When they first met there'd been an instant bond, it had felt like she’d met a best friend that she never knew she had, a sentiment that Luisa had agreed with.
And that bond went far beyond friendship.
Luisa had had such an effect on Amy that she’d come back to visit at the first opportunity she had.
Sarah added complexity in spades, though.
Not just because her and Amy had realised that they had feelings for each other, but also Amy was only able to do repeat visits to LA because Sarah had helped her to get on to the project as the client liaison lead.
Which also meant that Sarah held the purse strings for any future travel.
To say that what had happened in the last week with Sarah could make that complicated was an understatement.
When they’d parted a few weeks before, Amy and Luisa had agreed that theirs was an open arrangement, both free to date and see other people.
While Amy could hardly complain given her recent escapades, she had to admit that she was deeply curious about that side of things for Luisa.
She’d mentioned a not-boyfriend, whatever that really was, and how she leaned more towards women, particularly as part of her modelling world.
And, Amy realised, as long as they were open it wasn’t really her business to know either.
On that Thursday evening though Amy was focused on the present.
Luisa had surprised her by meeting her at the airport, something that Amy hadn't expected but was thrilled and delighted about, and had come with Amy to her hotel.
They'd spent the late afternoon hanging out at the hotel pool, and then had had an early dinner and drinks before retreating rapidly to Amy's hotel apartment to get properly reacquainted.
It was certainly a promising start, she thought as she stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. It promised to be a very interesting next few weeks.
***
When she came back out of the bathroom Luisa had tidied up their discarded clothes and switched off the lights throughout the room, leaving just a bedside light on. She was already lying under the covers, still very much naked.
“You don’t need to go to sleep at the same time as me, I know it’s really early,” Amy said.
“I want to though… and you’d better wake me up in the morning long before you go to work,” Luisa replied with a naughty smile.
Amy smiled back and climbed into bed, putting her dressing gown to one side and settling in next to Luisa, facing each other, both simply enjoying being in each other's company.
After a few minutes Amy leaned across to kiss Luisa goodnight, but Luisa simply kissed her back.
What Amy had intended as a quick goodnight kiss didn’t turn out that way…
Luisa’s kissing was simply too good for her to want to stop.
Despite her exhaustion Amy felt her body responding to the kisses, amplified by the feel of Luisa’s hand running down her body under the covers, touching her in a lot of the right places, and then even more by the feeling of Luisa’s soft, smooth skin and toned muscles underneath as Amy’s own hand started to roam.
“Can I do one thing?” Luisa asked quietly.
“Of course. Anything.”
“Can I go down on you? I’ve… been imagining doing that since I last saw you and I want to do that now. And all you have to do is lie there. I don't even mind if you fall asleep.”
Amy smiled. “I’d like that a lot.”
“Good. Lie back.”
Amy rolled on to her back and Luisa leaned over to kiss her, before slowly kissing lower, spending time on her neck and shoulders, then her chest, then further.
As Luisa kissed down towards her waist Amy parted her legs, and Luisa moved under the covers to lie between them, her own legs splayed across the bed.
Luisa looked up at Amy with a grin, before her tongue touched Amy in just the right spot, making Amy gasp in delight. I’m so lucky, she thought, to have this beautiful, fantastic woman so focused on my pleasure.
Over the next God-knew-how-many minutes Luisa took her time, gradually building Amy up to a peak and keeping her close, not letting her orgasm but bringing her so close a few times that she thought she would.
This is different to last time, the five percent of Amy's brain that was still thinking logically couldn't help but notice, she's been practicing…
but who with? Luckily the other ninety-five percent of her brain sensibly told that five percent that so had Amy with Sarah, so just shut up and enjoy it. So she did.
Finally, as she neared the peak again, Luisa didn’t let her drop away and instead kept up the rhythm and pressure, triggering a huge orgasm, legs wrapping around Luisa in spasm, hands grabbing for anything they could, moans nearing screams coming from Amy’s mouth.
It was an orgasm as good as any she’d had in her life, and she didn’t want it to end.
After, she lay there breathing hard, wondering whether her pulse would ever return to normal or if this might just be her normal state now… it had been that good. Luisa moved back up the bed. “How was that?” she asked with a mischievous smile.
“I think you know…” Amy laughed. “I think everyone in the nearby rooms knows too.”
Amy kissed Luisa, with every intention of returning the favour. But as she lazily stroked Luisa, kissing her again, she felt herself relax, her eyes closing and, very slowly, happily, she drifted off to sleep, Luisa’s body warm against hers.