Amber & Maya: Hot Hispanic...Ch. 2

Las Ramblas itself consisted of two large avenues for traffic, running
up and down past what could be most accurately described as a sidewalk
in the middle of the street. Wide enough as a street of its own, it
was lined by trees and small businesses that had opened up over the
years to attract the locals and tourists. Anything could be found
there, from newspaper stands to pet shops, coffee shops and small
bard, even fruit and flower shops popped up every now and then.

Hard to ignore were the buskers and street performers. The more
popular kind appeared to be men pretending to be statues – their faces
powdered with chalk or talcon powder, standing stoic and immobile on a
small pedestal for hours on end until some kind heart would toss a
coin in the small bucket they would have before the pedestal. This
gave them a reason to move, changing into a different pose to 'freeze'
into. These were the delight of numerous small children who would lap
and throw coins just to see the 'living statue' move again. Better
than fucking mimes following you and pretending to be trapped in a
box, Maya thought grimly.

They paused on several occasions to have coffee, so they could keep
awake a little longer. Invariably, the waiters would flirt with both
women. "This, señorita. On the haus!" The slim waiter, who appeared to
be no older than 17 years of age, swept his hand in a magnanimous
gesture over the tray he brought, bearing their orders. His heavily
accented Spanish was hard to understand, but his charisma was
undeniable, his face bright, open and friendly. It was simple to
understand how easily tourists had summer flings with people just like
this young man. "Dos Cafés con leche. Tu coffee for de leidis." He put
on a mock expression of grief as he set both coffees on the table.
"Not tu often wi see such BIUTIFUL wimen! Ai pay from mai own
paycheck, madre de diós!" Both Maya and Amber laughed at this and
thanked him, remembering to leave him a generous tip. Amber was under
the impression that with such service, he got many of those.

Maya excused herself for a moment under the pretext to make a phone
call and told Amber she would be back in 15 minutes. While she waited,
Amber watched a nearby street performer set up a miniature stage of
marionettes and started to make several dance and play the violin to
the music he played on what looked like a cheap portable stereo set.
As the show finished, he sat on a small stool and counted off the
coins he had been showered with – it was quite a considerable amount.
As he took his break in preparation for the next show, amber noticed
Maya had been gone for 25 minutes, while Amber herself was through her
third cup of coffee and was almost buzzing with caffeine.

Soon enough Maya returned, apologizing for the delay and both women
set off back toward their hotel. As soon as they arrived in their
room, Amber collapsed on the bed, still fully clothed and passed out
into soft snoring. Maya grinned and badgered her friend awake to take
off her dress and shoes, at the very least.

"Mmbh, forget 'bout clothes, jus' lemme sleep…" she Mumbled, but Maya
pushed her on.

"Come on, sleepy face, lets get you out of these, or you are sleeping
on the couch!" Maya grinned, making Amber wonder yet again from where
she got all that vitality. "I'm not letting no stinkin' woman sleep
with her shoes on in my bed!"

Finally dressed only in a pair of white cotton panties and a T-shirt,
Amber crawled to her side of the bed and fell fast asleep before her
head even hit the pillow. Maya smiled fondly, and crawled in under the
sheets beside her. Before too soon, she was fast asleep as well.

*****

Maya woke up next day a little after noon. As she stretched the sleep
out of her limbs, she noticed Amber still fast asleep beside her. She
appeared so peaceful and content that it was almost a crime to even
think of doing what Maya had planned for her that day. Quietly, the
plotting blonde slipped out of bed and out of her clothes to walk into
the shower. Another good hour passed while Maya dried dressed and made
a few phone calls, none of which seemed to stir her bed partner awake.
Barely suppressing a smug grin, she decided the sweet redhead had
slept enough and it was time to prepare her for the day's events.

The sultry model pulled at the bedsheets that covered Amber, yet this
elicited barely even a sleepy mumble. Eyeing her lover clad only in
cotton panties and a T-shirt, Maya retrieved a small bundle from her
handbag and crawled on all fours to the center of the bed, close to
the sleeping beauty that lay sprawled on her back. "Mm, time to get
up, sweetie…" Maya purred, nudging with her nose the soft spot where
Amber's cotton panties covered the warm seam between her thighs. There
was no reaction except a slight squirm.

Pouting, Maya continued further, setting the small bundle she carried
in one hand aside for the moment, so she could use bother her hands to
tug at the waistline of Amber's panties and peel the smooth, dry
cotton halfway down her thighs. A smile curled Maya's lips as her eyes
feasted upon the sight of her lover's sex and the fuzzy delta of curly
hair as fiery as that of her head. She closed her eyes and inhaled the
scent of Amber's musk, smiling to herself before leaning closer in and
ever so softly pressing that smile to Amber's lower lips. This time
the reaction she received was a muffled moan and the sensation of
Amber's thighs closing ever so slightly around either side of Maya's
head.

"Wake up, babyface…" Maya teased that coral-pink gash with the tip of
her tongue, trailing warm spittle up along its length until she paused
at the small, concealed pearl at the apex of Amber's sex. "I have a
little something for my little pussyslut…" Playfully, that tongue tip
batted the small fleshy button as another, louder moan was heard.
Amber began to stir, and her voice was slurry, still half asleep and
half-surprised.

She stuttered. "Wh-wha…?" Yet that stutter was broken off by a deeper
groan as Maya tested the warmth of Amber's pussy by inching her tongue
deeper into that fleshy crevice. The heat between her thighs was
beginning to gather moisture and this was reflected by the insatiable
blonde's appetite in gathering every last drop.

Amber reached down between her thighs to find Maya's head nestled
between them. "What are you doing…?" she moaned, and even the sound of
her own voice fuelled Amber's arousal. "I… I thought we were going
sightseeing today… mmh!" Her head tossed back and a loud whine broke
forth from her lips.

Around a mouthful of pussy, Maya, rather adequately, purred. "Fuck the
city." She growled, then lashed out at the flesh that was beginning to
secrete that tangy taste she loved so much. "Mm, or even better, fuck
you, sweetie… that is what we are going to do." Amber managed to
mumble an 'uh?' before Maya pushed her tongue a little deeper, feeling
the damp heat of her lover's cunt wrap around her tongue and draw it
in. Her chin bumped against the outer folds of Amber's sex and
something wet and sticky clung to it.

Easing her hot little licker out again, Maya nuzzled her darling's
soft and wet twat. "I know you are sleepy, sweetie, but you will
probably remember two things… one recent, and the other not so
recent." Idly, the lusty model traced those puffy and by now rather
moist lips down with the pad of her thumb, smearing the stickiness
further down into the crack of Amber's ass. "The not so recent thing,
my sweetiecunt, was back home when you said you'd come along if I
bought you a lollipop." As if to embellish the memory, Maya suckled on
the damp thumb as if it were a sweet treat, then drew it out with a
wet pop, a single silver thread of saliva clinging between her upper
lip and the knuckle on her thumb. She decided to smear it back against
Amber's smoldering pussy, making the poor waking redhead tremble and
groan.

"In fact," she continued, "I told you I'd get you something better
than a fucking lollipop… remember? This was moments before I stuffed
this pretty little pussy with my fingers, so you might not remember
all too well." Grinning, she patted Amber's mound gently, but each
touch sent a delightfully silken tingle of pleasure up her lover's
spine.

"Wh... why…? What are you doing to me…" the barely uttered reply came
amidst heavy breathing and loud groaning. It was as if she had a
pretty good idea what she was in for once she recognized the model's
mood, and didn't know whether to shudder in expectation, or fear.

Maya, on the other hand, ignored the question entirely and reached out
for the small bundle she had set aside. For a merciful instant while
she was occupied with unraveling it, Amber had the respite of a few
minutes, but she had a fairly good idea that her trials were only
beginning. "You see, I DID get you something better than a lollipop…
and it's right here. Remember when I left the other day at the Café? I
bought you a little present, my lovely little babyface… I would like
you to wear it today."

Already unraveled, Amber felt something akin to a strip of cloth being
wrapped high around her thigh and fastened close with a small patch of
Velcro. A small, slightly heavy bulge sat against the inside of her
thigh, fastened into place by the strip of cloth, something the size
of a battery pack… She trembled. It could not be… if that was a
battery pack, then surely..? She began to squirm but the thought
didn't last long. Maya continued talking as if nothing out of the
ordinary were happening.

"You see, this is a small egg-shaped buzzer… at the thick end a small
wire connects it to the battery pack I have strapped to your thigh. It
is all very inconspicuous, but the little thing gives a pleasant,
cunt-soaking buzz. Let me demonstrate."

A small click was heard, followed by a soft sound of buzzing. For a
moment nothing happened, then the small pointed end of the 'egg'
touched the pearly nub of Amber's clit. Even worse, it remained there
as the ticklish, buzzing vibrations shot up her spine, sent hurtling
to crash as brilliant pleasure in her head. Her body trembled as
ripples of the delicious pleasure echoed through every part of her,
but worst of all, (or best, she didn't know quite well at the moment
which) was that the buzzing and the stimulating was constant and
incessant. It was not too long before the toy teased her fast into a
climax that washed over Maya's fingers and the egg-shaped vibe.

"Ooo…" purred the blonde like the cat that has sighted the cream.
"Look at that… more effective than I thought, hm? But this is just
what I needed… a little lubricant, as I forgot to buy some at the
shop." Amber's eyes all but rolled in their sockets as she reeled from
the glow of her orgasm. A small part of her hardy believed that even
as she was recovering, the nasty sex-greedy model was already pushing
the little slick toy into her quivering tight fuckhole. It slid rather
neatly in and disappeared from sight as only the cable peered out,
linking the toy to the battery supply. Before Amber could say anything
about it, Maya was already pulling her lovers panties back up. It was
almost a shame to see the immaculately clean cotton undergarment grow
a rather large, wet stain where the dry fabric pressed snug against
the gash of her pussy. Like a sponge, the cotton soaked up Amber's
warm, sticky pussy juice while Maya arranged the cable to comfortably
peek out the side to rest easy between the redhead's thighs.

Maya held a small device in her hand, a remote unit with three
settings and for the moment set it to the lowest, leaving the egg
within Amber to hum softly, teasing but not quite pleasing… enough to
keep her wet. "Hmm, I think it fits you quite well… now, we are going
to go meet a friend, so you have to look your best, babysweet… let's
get you up first."

Groaning at the thing between her thighs, Amber's changing of clothes
was a rather clumsy affair, starting by pulling off the sweat-damp
T-shirt she was wearing. In the end they dressed her in a pink
minidress, a garment that was little more than a spandex column tube
that Maya had brought along. The outfit, if such a revealing garment
could be called that, left her arms and shoulders entirely bare while
it hugged close to her body like a second skin. The strap around her
thigh was properly concealed as the spandex reached little past
halfway down her thighs and up to the rise of her plump breasts, which
stretched the skimpy material to its limit of tightness. Thick, hard
nipples pushed like small pebbles against the minidress in what made
all in all a choice of clothes that left little to the imagination.
The thought of walking outside dressed like a whore made Amber
shudder, but as hot and urgent as she felt, it only took a few nudges
and deep, wet kisses from Maya to coax her out the door.

Still not knowing where Maya planned to take her and what to do with
her, Amber let herself be guided down the streets, her step slow and
knees weak.

*****

They could have taken a cab, bus, or even the underground trains. The
trip to Maya's mysterious friend should not have taken so long, but
the model seemed to be in a mood for a walk. It was hell for Amber,
for more reasons than the simple one between her thighs. She felt as
if every single person on the street was staring at them – no, at HER.
Countless pairs of eyes, looking, watching… surely they could tell
from her short breath and the way she leaned on Maya that something
was wrong? Surely they saw the way the spandex was tented up by her
stiff nipples? She felt drenched, soaked. Not only was the constant
buzzing between her thighs keeping her, as Maya would say, "Nice and
wet", it kept her whole body in a constant hot flush. She was
sweating, and she could feel those tiny droplets of perspiration
gather and trickle down the cleft between her tits, run down the crack
of her ass, get soaked in by the skimpy outfit she wore.

She felt like a whore. And Jesus Christ, she LOVED it. The flush of
arousal that was constant was both a torment and a blessing. She had
never been as horny in her life, and was almost scared to discover
such an exhibitionist streak in herself. If Maya had told her to pull
up herself and finger herself in public, gods, she would have done it
without a second thought.

But she never did. So they walked… and walked… and walked.

After an hour, Amber thought she was going fucking crazy. Every man
she saw was a walking cock to suck; every woman a tongue to shove up
her asshole and fingers to stuff down her pussy. If this was what it
was like for cats in heat, it was no fucking wonder they ran around
streets yowling till their throats went sore. She could not imagine a
sweeter yet terrible torment. "M-Maya…" she stammered, clinging
tightly to the model's arm. "Can't take… this much longer." She
groaned as she felt the steady wet trickle between her thighs smear
against her minidress. Another rivulet of arousal was tickling down
the back of her knee and reaching down to her ankle. "So… fucking...
WET… need to cum…" She whined, licking her lips like a needy bitch.
"Please… let me cum…"

"Just a little longer, babyslut…" came the answer. "Almost there. Just
around the block, see?" Amber stumbled, groaning again. Her eyes were
glazed, unfocused, as if her vision was blurry. "Once we get there, we
can air those clothes of yours. Looks like its awful stuffy in there,
sweetiecunt."

"So… fucking wet… drenched…" Amber repeated, as if she hadn't heard
the model at all. Step after step, Maya managed to guide the poor,
trembling redhead into a rather expensive looking apartment complex.
It was the kind that had no staircases nor hallways or doors – the
elevator itself would open up into the entrance of the apartment.
After buzzing them through the main door, Maya guided Amber into an
elevator and waited for the doors to close. The elevator was spacious,
of the kind that had mirrors all around and in many ways this made it
worse for Amber. She could see the glazed, hungry look in her eyes
that bordered on desperation, the stiff nipples capping her breasts
tenting the spandex of her minidress, hell, she could even notice the
area around her crotch a darker shade of pink, so sodden wet was she.
And behind her, grinning in that sleazy way of hers, stood Maya.

Amber watched helpless as the blonde horny bitch reached around
Amber's waist from behind, took hold of the hem of the minidress and
inched it up her thighs until it rested around her hips. Her panties
were soaked wet, as if someone had spilt a drink on her. The inside of
her thighs were glistening with moisture that trickled down her skin,
a few sticky drops dislodging from where the wet cotton hugged her
pussy to pit-patter audibly as drop after sticky, hot, cunt-juicy drop
spattered onto the carpeted ground of the elevator.

Maya spoke, her voice soothing, sultry and soft. "Almost there,
sweetiecunt… do me a favor and pull your panties down, hmm…?" Moaning,
her head tilting weak to one side, Amber did as told, hooking her
thumbs to either side of her hips and literally peeling the sopping
cotton undergarments halfway down her thighs. Sticky, messy threads of
her arousal clung from her puffy, coral-pink, glistening folds to the
receding panties. The soft pattering of her pleasure onto the ground
increased twofold with no tissue to soak up the juice of her pussy.

Then the door to the elevator opened, and in the entrance stood a man.
Amber would not remember his face much at all, since her gaze was
lowered to his crotch, her mouth moving and literally salivating as a
trickle of drool broke free from, her lips and ran to the edge of her
chin. She knew what she wanted. Maya, however, held her in place.

"Miguel, good to see you… and you are looking good, as usual. Work in
the modeling business doing well as ever?"

The tall man grinned in return. "Ah, Maya, you look as good as I
remembered you. It's been some time, hm? I thought you would drop by
once you got bored. I must say I am rather glad you did."

Amber struggled to keep upright, but inch by inch she could feel her
sanity begin to slip away. She was standing in an elevator, dress
pulled up and panties down, literally dripping for a hard fuck and
Maya was making small talk with an old colleague? Was the whole
fucking world going insane?

Miguel's face turned toward Amber, his dark eyes clear and almost
mocking. "And who is your little friend? Brought her along for the
ride? I must say, she does look like she needs one, pretty bad."

Maya laughed quietly and shook her head. One hand inched from Amber's
waist to her cunt, resting index and middle fingers along the length
of her fleshy, pink folds. "This, is Amber." Slow and easy, Maya
splayed her fingers, spreading Amber's hot hole in one smooth motion.
The cable of the egg-toy leading in and the base of the egg itself
were clearly visible from without. Amber didn't know what made her
moan, being teased by the never-ceasing soft buzzing, or by being
shown off like a hot whore.

"And this, is Amber's pussy." Maya paused, her lips curled into a
grin. "MY pussy." She corrected herself. "You can jack off over her
face, tits, stuff your dick up her ass for all I care… but you do not
make her cum, nor do you use her pussy. Otherwise, you can use her to
get off as you wish. Those are the rules. " Her grin turned into
something darker, eyes narrowing to gaze at Miguel. "Wanna play?"

*****

Amber did not need to be asked twice to come in. As she all but
stumbled to her knees before Miguel, Maya began to get rid of the
simple T-shirt she wore, pulling it over her head and casting the
garment aside. The motion made her breasts sway heavily, before coming
to a rest against her ribs. As if the sight of one vibe-teased woman
and another undressing were not enough to arouse Miguel, Maya grinned
as she shook her shoulders from side to side, slinging her melons into
a powerful sway as the tits knocked against each other in a slap of
skin, then were crushed together by the model's arms as she reached
down to undo her trousers. Stiff nipples thick as pencil-erasers
jutted out in erect attention, then swayed pointing down as Maya bent
over to pull her slacks and panties down her ass and thighs. Miguel
could have just about blown his load at the sight of those luscious,
large jugs swaying and shimmying against each other as Maya remained
bent over till her clothes were a mere pile around her ankles.