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In the elevator, after leaving Ulsa's room, I decide to quickly dress and see who's in the restaurant as it's barely past noon.
Crystal was sitting alone when I arrived in the restaurant, I join her, we're sharing sex stories, enjoying brunch.
I notice a police officer in the lobby going to everyone, showing his phone. He stands in the restaurant entrance, raises his phone above his head.
"We're trying to identify this woman; mid to late 30's, dark hair, blue eyes, likely a model."
I jump up.
"Sounds like Rachel." I look at his phone,
"Yes, that's Rachel, we live together." I am panicking
"What happened, is she all right, why are you asking, what happened to her?"
"Please come with me ma'am, I need more info."
I turn to Crystal, uh charge that to my room, and find Bob and Pam."
I follow him the lobby and take a seat.
"What happened to Rachel?" I know it can't be good, I feel tears welling up.
"Ma'am please write down her full name, address, and also yours." He passes me a pad.
"She's in the hospital, she was found naked, about a block from here, she overdosed last night; she is in stable condition and under observation now."
"Oh fuck, I'm so glad she's alive, she hates drugs, was she date raped?"
"Sorry, I can't disclose more. Thank-you for I.D.ing her."
I text Bob and Pam, while taking a cab to the hospital.
The doctor assured me the worst is over, she'll be ok, but until she wakes up, they won't know if she has any brain damage. I'm in the large chair between her bed and the window.
Rachel is asleep, hooked up to a monitor, an I.V. drip, has an oxygen mask over her face. I pull the chair closer, hold her hand as I sit beside her bed. A young nurse enters and wraps Rachels arm to take her blood pressure, she gives me a friendly smile.
"Are you a relative?" she asks, her nametag reads Gail. She's pretty, blonde hair, in a pony, big bosom.
"No, she's, my partner." I look at her cute round face, bright blue eyes, thin lips, no make-up. She gazes at me; I can tell she's in deep thought. She removes the cuff from Rachel's arm.
"Oh, are you a lesbian couple?" Gail raises her eyebrows, a pleasant smile.
"Well, yes, I guess so, we live together." She reaches across, taking Rachels hand from me to take her pulse. Not sure why she needed this hand, but by leaning forward over the bed, it affords me a full view, her plump, round mammaries contained in a lacey purple bra. She catches me staring, I sit back, knowing I'm blushing.
{'I understand, I believe she is flirting.}
"Oh, are you here for the jamboree at the lodge?"
"Yes, first time, actually we didn't know about the event, four of us booked a weekend getaway, we lucked out."
I get Gail's exuding vibe, females somehow seem to intuitively sense, a sort of telepathic connection.
"I, uh usually attend, but I couldn't get anyone to cover my shift, I work 4 to midnight this week. So, I'm missing out on a lot of salacious sex."
Gail comes to my side of the bed, just to my right, elevating her left leg in front of me, leaning over, she takes Rachel's pillow. I see she is wearing a black thong; Gail fluffs the pillow returning it under Rachel's head. Yet lingers with her leg up.
{'Ok, there really is no other explanation for Gail's action, confident this is an invitation, I go for it; why not.'}
My right hand starts at her knee and runs up her inner thigh, she stays bent over, slowly as to not disrupt me, she puts her left foot back on the floor, but keeps her legs separated, rotates her hips, bends over the bed and pushes back. Her nice round butt is now mere inches from my face.
I place both hands behind her knees, my thumbs on the inside, I slowly work my way up her thighs, taking her uniform with me. She rests her upper body on Rachel's legs, my right forefinger knuckle pushes the damp material against her lips, she sighs. I put my mouth near her thong and breathe hot breath on her anus.
My thumbs squeeze her labia and lacy fabric; my fingers caress her plump derriere, I lick her bottom through the damp fabric, press my nose against her, I feel her quiver.
My left thumb pushes the wet fabric aside, I separate her slick lips, and tease the inner fleshy flaps with my knuckle. My tongue flat licking her dark brown star.
The emanating female fragrance is enticing, powerful, pungent. My fingers move higher under her dress, I hook my fingers in the hem of her thong, lowering it to her knees letting it fall the rest of the way. She kicks it aside to widen her legs even more, rolling her hips; I can visibly see her entire vulva, her sweet nectar has the wavy, thick, dark red-edged labia glistening.
I delicately run my forefinger between those enticing lips, my tongue rims her anus, licking the rough ridges of her dark skin. I squeeze and gently tug the slippery flaps between my fingers.
My right thumb searches her vagina, being sure to contact all the hot tender inner wall surfaces as I rotate inside her. My left hand goes around her leg and my forefinger locates her little magic love button, wiggles over and around her clitoris.
I push my tongue to her anus trying to enter the dark star. My tongue tip grazes over the tart flavored wrinkled flesh, combined with my thumb and forefinger, she is moaning steadily.
I replace my thumb with my first two fingers, find her g spot and rub it intently with a circular motion, as I stab at her tight orifice with my tongue; she gasps, and twitches as I manipulate her most sensitive erogenous spots.
She is panting, fists tightly grasping the railing on the far side of the bed, face in the bedding; my fingers wiggling tapping her g spot. I rim her again, licking the dark brown skin of her rectum. I circle the entrance, teasing the tight aperture, I introduce my thumb, pressing, trying to get inside; she sighs, and I feel her tremble. I push my pussy-soaked thumb into her butt. I rotate my thumb past the sphincter.
About to erupt an orgasm when Bob and Pam enter the room.
Gail gasps and jolts upright, scared she is caught in such a compromised position. Neither my two fingers nor thumb disengage but the orgasm is lost as she stands.
