ALICE Ch 293

Aria is tall like Alice, strong like Alice, and unlike Alice, she’s shaped like a woman.

“Mmm.” Kylie kisses her harder, going up on her toes in her hotel room. As Kylie’s hands roam up and down Aria’s back, Aria cups her face. Deep, wet, and urgent, the kiss is making Kylie behave like an animal. Aria runs her fingers through Kylie’s hair and kisses her neck.

Aria looks down at her lustily, holding her close. “Do you need this dress?” she asks.

Kylie shakes her head, blushing. Aria gently unzips the back and moves the straps so it can fall, and she has Kylie’s bra off in a heartbeat. She guides Kylie toward the bed, where Kylie eagerly climbs on. She reaches for Aria’s clothes, but Aria stops her. She’s not about to let Kylie take the lead.

“Oh dear,” Kylie gasps as Aria kisses her shoulder, then her breast.

In just her panties, Kylie lies back. The feeling of Aria’s warm lips on her skin does alarmingly impactful things deep inside her. She’s so hot between her legs.

“You have a beautiful body,” Aria remarks between kisses as she’s nuzzling Kylie’s abs. She tenderly slips her fingers into the waist of Kylie’s panties. Kylie breathes hard as she watches Aria slide them down her legs. She spreads wide as Aria licks her fingers.

There’s a knock at the door.

“Yo! Kylie!”

Kylie’s eyes widen. That’s Alice.

Aria looks amused. Kylie rolls her eyes.

“That’s Alice Wilde. The driver,” she whispers.

Aria’s eyes sparkle. “Your girlfriend?”

“No! I’m her trainer. Can you… hide?”

Aria casts a wistful glance between Kylie’s legs. Kylie clamps her thighs together, suddenly self-conscious.

“I suppose,” Aria says, shaking with mirth as she climbs off the bed.

Blushing, Kylie hops up and snatches a robe from a hook as Aria slips into the bathroom. Covered in goosebumps, very wet, and with a face like lava, she answers the door.

Alice wears some modest Salogal shorts and a FUTA tee. She looks gangly and awkward, yet the sight of her still makes Kylie’s heart skip a beat.

“You know what a drongo is, Alice?” Kylie asks sourly.

“No. Why?”

“Just wondering. What’s up?”

“I need your help.” Alice grabs her wrist and pulls her into the hallway.

“Oi!” Kylie manages to shut the door as she stumbles along. “This isn’t a good time. I’m in the bloody nuddy, arsehole!”

“The what?” Alice asks as they get into the elevator. She hits the button. “I told you, I need your help.”

“I haven’t got any clothes on.”

“That’s fine. Won’t take long.” Alice swallows nervously. “I hope.”

“Alice, there is a beautiful Italian woman in my bed right now.”

“Lucky.”

“And if I’m not riding her like a bucking bronco in ten minutes’ time, I’m going to tell Faye about all the times that you ravished me on a yoga mat.”

Alice frowns as the elevator rises. “I don’t think I ever did that.”

“I know. That’s the threat.”

“We’ll be quick,” Alice assures her.