Lesbian Female / 31
My One Amazing Convention Story
In the realm of I can't believe that happened, I was sent to Sao Paulo Brazil for a Latin America Revlon convention. It wasn't just us marketing girls, models came from everywhere, Colombia, Panama, Chile. Surrounded by beauty a girl can only imagine. That first night after the formal events and dinner we congregated in the bar. The men walked around hiding their erections, I sat wet and dreaming of kissing just one of them.
I left for my room around eleven thirty, on the elevator two tall immaculate beauties, one blue eyed Germanic, the other olive skinned and dark eyed. They saw my badge and guessed I wasn't a model. I had to look up at them, over five ten in heels the towered over my five foot two frame. It's the eyes, I swear it, one of them, Sandra, asked me if I was alone or had I come with my girlfriend. We got to our floor and we found out we were neighbors. I was in love by then, I wanted a kiss so bad I leaned in when I said good night to them.
In my room I heard the love fight, the resistance and overpowering, the surrender. They spoke Spanish, but it's a dance we've all been in. I was in my nightgown when the knock came. Sandra in a sex teddy, her breasts hardly contained asked me if I wanted to come over to party. I'm usually more reserved, I like naked but not so brazen. Sandra tore into me before I could resist and shoved her tongue in my vagina and pinched my clit. Her roommate, Bruna, from Porto Alegre, pitched in tearing me away from Sandra. Pinned between them I went into zombie land in uncontrollable orgasms.
We woke up together. In the mirror I had lipstick where you don't expect it, Lavender and Red, on my face, my rump, between my legs, covering my nipples. I borrowed some red lipstick and smacked them both on the rump, big lip kisses.
I had friends when usually I'm background. The guys with erections were coming up empty, I slept all three nights with Bruna and Sandra, and reveled in the left over attention from men and women vying for them. It was a smug smile, no no no, I'm sleeping with them, you go find your own girl.
I left for my room around eleven thirty, on the elevator two tall immaculate beauties, one blue eyed Germanic, the other olive skinned and dark eyed. They saw my badge and guessed I wasn't a model. I had to look up at them, over five ten in heels the towered over my five foot two frame. It's the eyes, I swear it, one of them, Sandra, asked me if I was alone or had I come with my girlfriend. We got to our floor and we found out we were neighbors. I was in love by then, I wanted a kiss so bad I leaned in when I said good night to them.
In my room I heard the love fight, the resistance and overpowering, the surrender. They spoke Spanish, but it's a dance we've all been in. I was in my nightgown when the knock came. Sandra in a sex teddy, her breasts hardly contained asked me if I wanted to come over to party. I'm usually more reserved, I like naked but not so brazen. Sandra tore into me before I could resist and shoved her tongue in my vagina and pinched my clit. Her roommate, Bruna, from Porto Alegre, pitched in tearing me away from Sandra. Pinned between them I went into zombie land in uncontrollable orgasms.
We woke up together. In the mirror I had lipstick where you don't expect it, Lavender and Red, on my face, my rump, between my legs, covering my nipples. I borrowed some red lipstick and smacked them both on the rump, big lip kisses.
I had friends when usually I'm background. The guys with erections were coming up empty, I slept all three nights with Bruna and Sandra, and reveled in the left over attention from men and women vying for them. It was a smug smile, no no no, I'm sleeping with them, you go find your own girl.
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