Playboy Girlfriends - Episode 1

She stretches out across the hotel bed, naked and gold in the lamplight. Her nipples are tight from the air-conditioning. The silk sheet rides low on her hips, barely clinging to the smooth curve of her ass. Her roommate sits at the vanity, one leg propped on the chair, slowly running a brush through long dark hair. The motion lifts her breasts, puts the line of her spine on display. She watches in the mirror and smiles without turning around. "You look good like that." The brush keeps moving. The girl on the bed rolls onto her stomach, reaches between her own thighs, and starts touching herself with two lazy fingers. Her breath catches once, then again. From across the room comes a soft, appreciative sound, the brush finally set down. Footsteps. A warm palm sliding up the back of a thigh. Lips at the nape of her neck. The air feels thicker now, every breath shared. She pushes her hips back and feels slick heat meet the press of another body. Fingers replace her own, sliding in with practiced ease. The rhythm is slow at first, deliberate, then tighter, wetter, the sheets bunching beneath them. Moans rise and break. When she comes it’s with her face turned into the pillow and her hand gripping the headboard hard enough to leave marks. Afterward they lie tangled, sweat cooling on flushed skin, the city lights painting soft patterns across bare limbs.