Traveling Companions (fm:voyeurism, 1397 words)

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Ok, so maybe it wasn't a disaster on the order of "Plains, Trains, and Automobiles," but a variety of errors, delays, and unfortunate events had culminated in us arriving in this town considerably later than expected, to the point that the hotel had declared us a "No Show," cancelled our reservation, and assigned our room to other guests. Fortunately, the establishment down the street had had a room that could rent to the trio of ragged, exhausted travelers who had come stumbling into the lobby shortly after midnight. The room was small and a little shabby, but clean and tidy. A lone King-size bed, but the pull-out couch provided sufficient sleeping space for myself and my two companions.

One of those companions was already attired in her bedtime ensemble of a light shirt and shorts, and was curled up on the edge of the bed, either asleep or close to it. Tammy was a last-minute addition to our expedition; a friend of the daughter of a co-worker who just happened to be heading the same place we were already going. Not as awkward as it sounds, as the co-worked in question was quite a bit older than me; at 23, Tammy was actually only slightly younger than Angela and I.

As if summoned by my thoughts, Angela emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a fluffy robe, hair still damp from her shower, breath smelling minty as she gave me a quick hug. "Your turn," she told me, releasing me and turning towards the bed.

A lifelong family friend, former classmate, and possibly my best friend in the world, Angie was also the reason for this little cross-country trek. She had finally landed her dream job, but that job required a major relocation to.the west coast, and since we soon would not be able to see each other as often, she had insisted that I make the trip with her. A few days' travel, followed by a week in Vancouver sounded like fun.

The shower was hot and satisfying, and by the time I reluctantly shut off the water, I was feeling much more relaxed. I brushed my teeth quickly, slipped on the boxers I had packed for bedtime, and padded back out i to the room -- to be greeted by a most unexpected sight!

Tammy was still asleep on her edge of the bed, but the blanket had been pushed down almost to her knees, either through sleep movements or from Angie preparing the bed for herself. Angie was also asleep, strerched out on the other half of the bed. Stark naked. Evidently she had flopped down on the bed "for a minute or so" before getting ready for bed, but the long day had caught up with her.

Without really meaning to, I stood and stared at my friend for what felt like an inappropriately long time. Despite our years of closeness, I had never had the opportunity to see her in that state. and I couldn't help but take a moment to admire her beautiful, fit figure. At last, common sense got the better of me, and I shook myself back to action. That pull-out bed wasn't going to make itself.

I took a long look at the couch in the corner, longer than I had spent admiring Angie's nude body, then heaved a sigh as the exhaustion of the day fully settled over me.

"Fuck it," I thought. "That's not gonna happen." I quickly switched off the remaining lights, flopped onto the bed between the two.sleeping ladies, and was out in seconds.

I woke some time later in the night. Angie had shifted in her sleep, and was lying closely against me, one arm and one leg thrown across me. Not an unpleasant situation, nor really an unusual one given our years of friendship and her affectionate nature. The degree of skin-to-skin contact we were sharing, however, was new to me. I decided to enjoy it while it lasted, but a soft sound from the other side caught my attention. Tammy, apparently dreaming. Shifting and making sounds in her sleep.

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stuart writes Thu 7 Nov 2024 09:29:

Looking forward to part 2

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