Free Porn and Curiosity

Melanie and Hannah have been friends for some time. They met at work about 5 years ago and instantly hit it off. Both women, in their early thirties, are married, Hannah even has a baby at home with her husband. The women were both sent on a trip by their company to represent it at an expo in New York.

It's not surprising Melanie and Hannah were chosen. Both women are very pretty with bubbly personalities - exactly the kind of representatives that attract the attention of potential clients. Melanie is 5'4", athletic, with a nice pair of C-cup beasts, which she tends to emphasize with her daily fashion - not slutty, but bold. Hannah has a less typical shape. She is barely 5' tall with a petite figure and disproportionately sized breasts for her frame. Hannah wears F-cup bras and turns heads, no matter what she has on. Both women are attractive - Melanie more of a traditional beauty, Hannah more cutesy and pixie-like. Both have shoulder length blonde hair, Melanie's lightly tanned skin contrasts with Hannah's fair complexion.

After a long day on their feet at the convention center, Melanie and Hannah shake off the wave of predictable men trying to seduce them, despite very prominent wedding sets on their fingers. They sit down at a classy local Italian restaurant and enjoy a couple of bottles of red. Tired from the day Hannah pays the check ("It's mine, Melanie. You can get the next one.") and Uber back to their hotel. The women enter the lobby and walk past the hotel pool, which is unoccupied.

"We should hang out in the pool," Melanie proposes.

"Mmm... okay. I'll meet you down here in 10 minutes." Hannah begins to walk off, shuffling in her purse for her room key. She stops and turns to Melanie. "Did you bring your swimming suit?"

Melanie's eyes roll, "No, I figure the plan is to just go naked in this open hotel pool."

Hannah chuckles. "Bitch! I dare you!"

Melanie laughs and very swiftly flashes her bra at Hannah before walking to her room.

10 minutes later both women are in the pool wading around and chatting about the day. The pool area is not brightly lit, but the light from the adjoining hall glistens on their skin and sleeked back wet hair. Both women are wearing bikinis. Melanie looks like a model from a gym commercial and Hannah's breasts stand out in her not-too-revealing, but size-too-small top.

"I had this bikini before Hayden was born. I guess I need to find something that holds the ladies better," Hannah laughs. Melanie peers down at Hannah's breasts. She never sexualized her friend. She definitely noticed her friend's figure. How could you not?

Melanie had a few girl-girl experiences in college and a threesome with her then-boyfriend. But she met her husband out of grad school and has never been with anyone else since.

"Yeah, you need to conceal those puppies before you get arrested. I'm not bailing you out. You'll just have to be someone's bitch," Melanie teases, but with a straight face.

"I'm cold. Let's go back upstairs," suggests Hannah. She stands up and her nipples are hard, poking through the bikini top.

"You just point the way," Melanie says, trying to conceal a laugh. Hannah looks down at her chest and playfully wags her breasts in Melanie's direction. They both wrap towels around themselves and head up to Hannah's room.

Upon entering Hannah's room, both girls grab fresh towels, run them over their hair to remove most of the water and wrap back up.

"God, I'm too tired to do anything," Melanie huffs as she collapses on the couch in front of the TV.

"Me, too. Whaddya wanna do?" asks Hannah, playfully dragging out the "o" in "do."

Melanie picks up the remote and turns on the TV. "I wonder if they have the food channel." She clicks through the channels one by one, stopping for a second on each channel to quickly figure out if it's worth watching.

The next click lands on what looks like a woman giving a guy an explicit blow job. Melanie absent mindedly clicks to the next channel.

"Wait," Hannah says as she quickly puts her arm out toward Melanie. "Did you see that? Go back."

Melanie looks down at the remote to find the channel-back button. Yes, there on the screen is a red head enthusiastically sucking a man's hard cock.

"What the fuck?" Melanie chuckles? "How is this just on TV?"

Hannah finds the hotel channel guide and scans down the list. "What channel is this?" she asks.

Melanie hits a button and 708 pops up on screen. Hannah looks up from the list. "It says 'Adult XXX Pay Per View.' I didn't order this," she says, as if talking to herself. She picks up the room phone and dials zero. "Hi. Can you tell me if there have been any charges to my room?... No? Okay, thanks." Hannah puts down the phone, sits on the couch, throws up her hands and says, "Free porn, I guess. They must have mixed up something. Nothing is charged to the room."

Both women sit quietly for a few minutes. "Do you like this?" Hannah asks.

Melanie shrugs indifferently. "It's not like I never watch porn."

The on screen couple begin having sex doggy style.

"You watch porn?" Hannah asks, not judgementally, but more out of curiosity.

"I mean, sometimes. It helps get me off if Matt is gone or didn't, uh, get the job done. We watch it together sometimes," confesses Melanie. "You don't?"

"No... I mean, not really. No. I've seen it, but I don't really watch it. Not that it offends me. I just don't think about it," Hannah stumbles, obviously still caught off guard by what they discovered.

The women continue to sit in silence, entranced by the raw, uncensored fucking on screen. Melanie crosses her legs and quietly clears her throat.

After what seems like many minutes of moaning and grunting, the man on screen positions himself in front of the red head and ejaculates all over her face and mouth.

"He missed her eye. She's lucky," giggles Melanie. "That stuff stings."

Hannah sighs. "Yeah, I know." Melanie shoots Hannah a look.

"You slut! You let Chris give you facials?" Melanie exclaims.

"Why am I a slut? You do it, too," Hannah argues.

"Yeah, but you're so straight-laced and," Melanie gestures toward Hannah, "... good!"

Hannah slowly turns her head, closes her eyes with an air of superiority, and says, "You would think. I know what my man likes and he likes to cum on my face and tits. And it's hot. I like it the best when he cums in me, though."

The scene on the TV switches to two women sitting in bed talking. They begin making out and running their hands over their bodies, peeling clothes off.

"Well... okay," Hannah comments sideways, once again taken aback by what the TV is offering.

"Okay, 'what'?" asks Melanie. "It's porn. Usually there's at least one or two scenes with just girls."

The situation was already somewhat awkward, but now Hannah is feeling a stirring she's never experienced. She sits and studies the scene. "Do you think those are fake boobs?"

"Yep," replies Melanie casually. "Four fake boobs." Watching the women go down on each other and being alone with another woman resurrects feelings in Melanie she had not considered in years.

"It's easy to tell," proclaims Hannah confidently.

Melanie's right eyebrow arches and she turns to look at Hannah. "Is it? You sure?"

"Oh yeah. I mean look at the scars under her breasts and the way their skin sags," Hannah was actually pointing at the screen.

"Okay, well... I lied earlier. I see six fake boobs," Melanie comments gently, almost at a whisper, and with a wry grin.

Hannah's expression crinkles with confusion. "I don't have fake boobs! They may be big, but..." Hannah stops mid-sentence and her eyes widen. "Nooo! You? What? When? I mean, you've always had the same," Hannah motions at her own chest, "BOOBS since I've known you!"

Melanie throws her head back and laughs loudly. "I had them done a year or two before we met. You don't see scars under my boobs because they went in through my armpits." Melanie raises her arms to show off her scars. "My skin doesn't look saggy because I didn't get ridiculously stupid implant sizes that mismatched my figure. I went from an A to C. Anything more would have looked weird on me."

"That's crazy! I had no idea. They look..." Hannah raises her hands and forms them into cups as she pretends to touch a pair of breasts, "... they look really... real. I never knew."

"That's the point, doofus," laughs Melanie.

"Huh," Hannah intones with surprise, now staring at Melanie's chest.

A sly, knowing grin evolves across Melanie's mouth. "You want to touch them, don't you?"

Hannah laughs with embarrassment. "No. I mean, no, I don't need to do that." Hannah's gaze is still fixed on Melanie's towel-covered chest and she absent mindedly bites her lower lip.

Melanie removes the towel and is now wearing only her pink bikini. "It's okay. You're curious and it's okay. We're both friends."

"Whaddya mean I'm curious?" Hannah shoots back, slightly taken aback by Melanie's subtle accusation.

"About what my breasts feel like," states Melanie.

Hannah calms down. "Okay, so I just...?" Hannah raises her right hand hesitantly. Melanie takes her hand and places it on her left breast. Hannah's eyes widen and she gently caresses and squeezes Melanie's breast over her bikini top.

"Wow," Hannah intones under her breath. Her voice perks back up. "I mean, wow, they do feel real." Hannah feels Melanie's nipples harden under her palm. "What is going on?" Hannah wondered to herself.

Melanie sits back with her head on her hand, resting her elbow on the seatback of the couch. She smiles at Hannah and lets out a small excited sigh. Picking up on the unexpected sexual tension, Hannah's hand begins retracting.

Melanie senses Hannah's growing hesitation and wants to keep her interest. "You really need to see how good they look," says Melanie as she peels off her bikini top revealing a pair of perky, beautifully sculpted and symmetrical breasts. Her nipples are hard, which accentuates the erotic nature of what is occurring.

"Well, there they are," Hannah quips uncomfortably, trying to break the tension. Hannah cannot stop looking. Without prompt, Hannah's hand resumes its inspection, this time her palms brushing against Melanie's dark pink nipples and caressing her naked breasts. Melanie closes her eyes and coos somewhat. Hannah has no idea what's happening, but she doesn't hate it.

"Okay, my turn. Off with your top. I'm not going to be the only one exposed here," Melanie playfully demands.

Hannah pulls back her hand. "Well, I... I don't know. I don't have fake boobs, so I'm not sure..."

Melanie leans toward Hannah. "Yeah, but I've never felt a pair of boobs as big as yours and I'd like to."

Hannah sits still for a moment. "Have you been with a girl before? Have you actually felt another girl's boobs?"

Melanie leans back, considers her answer and nods with honesty. "A few times in college."

"What happened?" asks Hannah, her curiosity growing.

"One was a friend of a friend. It was a 'Netflix and chill' situation. We were under a blanket and the mood just hit us both. We kissed and felt each other up. We fingered each other, but neither of us had an orgasm. The second and third times were with the same girl, who was in a class with me. We got together in my room to study. We had both broken up with our boyfriends and while we, I suppose, comforted each other, things kind of got out of control. We went all the way. It was the first time I went down on another girl and the first time anyone, man or woman, went down on me. We decided to try to date each other. We ended up having sex again after our first 'official' date, but the clarity of the next morning made us both realize we prefer men and we parted as friends." Melanie finishes her story and timidly awaits Hannah's reaction.

"Man," was all Hannah manages. She is overwhelmed by this new information, but also becoming oddly turned on.

"Are you okay?" Melanie asks with concern.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yes. I'm fine. I just never had any idea," Hannah says.

"It's not something I advertise, especially being married, so you'll keep this to yourself, right?" Melanie asks.

"Of course," Hannah assures Melanie. "You trusted me, so I'll trust you." Hannah does not understand her feelings, but something in her dropped inhibition. She reaches for the front clasp of her bikini top and snaps it open. The cups drop revealing glorious breasts. They are full and round with medium sized, pale pink nipples.

"My God," is all Melanie manages. She takes both in her hands and rubs them. Melanie lifts them slightly and squeezes them together. Her thumb and finger gently pinch Hannah's nipples, which elicits a tiny surprised whimper from Hannah. Hannah's eyes are closed and she is definitely enjoying the attention. She reaches up and begins to fondle Melanie's breasts again. Melanie becomes bolder. One hand slips past Hannah's breast toward her back and Melanie's hand smoothly traces down Hannah's side, to her hips and finally against her thigh.

Hannah stops and looks at Melanie. "I don't know. I mean, we're best friends. We're married. I don't want things to be weird with us. I've never done this before and..."

Melanie goes for broke and leans in to kiss Hannah on the mouth. Hannah's words trail off, as do any concerns she voiced. Melanie's tongue circles Hannah's lips, as if knocking for entry. Hannah opens her mouth and allows Melanie's tongue to explore her mouth, Hannah returns the favor. Both women moan a bit as the taboo ecstasy washes over them.

Both women fondle the others breasts more enthusiastically, focusing on nipple stimulation. Melanie's hand returns to Hannah's leg and inches between her soft thighs. Hannah's legs part slightly inviting Melanie forward. Melanie's hand caresses Hannah's vagina over her bikini bottom. Hannah hums with pleasure.

On the next downstroke Melanie's hand slides into Hannah's bikini and finds her wet slit, which she rubs gently in a circular motion. Hannah's tension eases. Melanie inserts two fingers inside Hannah and Hannah's hips slide forward in acceptance.

As both women continue to deeply kiss, tongues entwined, Melanie pulls away and plants gentle kisses on Hannah's neck. She runs the tip of her tongue to Hannah's smooth, ample breasts. She takes a nipple into her mouth and bathes it with her tongue, applying pressure and gently nibbling. Hannah places a hand behind Melanie's head and strokes her hair. Melanie shifts to the other breast and offers similar attention.

After several minutes of breast play, Melanie places her face between Hannah's breasts and alternately licks and kisses downward to Hannah's stomach and the top of her bikini bottom. Melanie removes her fingers from Hannah's pussy. Melanie moves Hannah's bottoms aside revealing her drenched pussy, which looks delicate, is hairless and very soft.

Melanie sticks out her tongue and flicks Hannah's bulbous clit. Hannah inhales sharply. Melanie begins kissing and licking around the perimeter of Hannah's pleasure zone.

"Ohhhh Gawwwwd," Hannah moans. The familiarity of pleasuring a female returns to Melanie. Time to stop teasing. Melanie plants her mouth over Hannah's pussy and begins a sucking motion. Her tongue alternates between fucking Hannah's vagina and sucking her clit, tonguing it in rhythmic patterns. Hannah squirms and breathes heavily as Melanie rediscovers the blind eroticism of eating out another girl.

Melanie concentrates on Hannah's clit, massaging it with her tongue and applying increasing pressure. She inserts two fingers into Hannah and finger fucks her as she works her clit.

"Yes! Yes! Right there! Yes! There! Fuck!" Hannah calls out, perhaps a bit too loudly for a hotel room. Her entire body clenches. Melanie feels Hannah's vagina tighten around her fingers. As Hannah's orgasm continues shocking her with bolts of lightning, Melanie puts her mouth back over Hannah's pussy and massages every bit of electricity out of her, until she unclenches and recovers her breath.

"Jesus," Hannah huffs, putting her arm over her face. She pulls Melanie up to her face and rams her tongue down her throat, tasting her own juices off the woman who not only introduced her to the powerful sexual connection two women can share, but also gave her the most intense orgasm of her life.

Hannah stands up from the couch, and leads Melanie to the bed. Hannah is about to eat out her best friend, something she never thought about until the last half hour and something she now wants more than anything.

Hannah hooks her fingers around the bottom of Melanie's bikini and tears them down off her feet. Melanie's breathing intensifies and she allows an audible moan of anticipation to escape. Hannah lowers her face to Melanie's visibly wet and engorged pussy and wraps her mouth around it. Hannah instantly realizes she has no idea what she's doing, so she decides to do to Melanie what Melanie did to her.

Hannah reaches up her hand and grabs Melanie's breasts, pinching her nipples as she applies suction to her pussy. Melanie's body responds to Hannah's every action and becomes rigid when she finds her clit with her tongue. Melanie grabs Hannah's head with both hands, pressing it against her pussy, ensuring Hannah does not stop the pleasure she's giving.

Hannah applies the same kind of pressure and motion with her tongue on Melanie's clit as Melanie did to her. Melanie begins to gasp in high pitched moans as she reaches climax. Her legs wrap around Hannah as she gushes forth a powerful orgasm. Hannah never deviates from Melanie's pussy as aftershocks send tremors across Melanie's body.

Hannah crawls up to Melanie's face, they embrace, their breasts pressed firmly together, and they resume their passionate kissing, mixing their juices together across their lips.

After several more minutes of kissing, Hannah pulls back and says, "I still can't believe they're fake!"

Both women laugh and resume kissing.