I must have dozed off, because I was awakened by the sound of two voices whispering. I immediately recognized one of them to be Kat, but couldn't not hear the man's voice well enough to determine who it was. I opened my eyes and looked toward the door of our room, where Kat stood with her back to me, wearing nothing but a pair of black thong panties. In the hall, leaning against the doorway to Sam's room was Steve. We'd apparently switched over to night shift already.
Hearing me moving, Kat turned and said, "Steve says that we're only about a half hour or so out of Emeryville. We probably want to start getting decent."
I shook my head in acknowledgement and then reached down and slowly pulled my shirt off of Sam in hopes of waking her slowly.
"I'll see you guys when we get to Emeryville." Steve said as he headed back upstairs and on to his other duties.
I tossed my shirt to Kat, who laid it on top of my bag. Sam didn't move.
I put my hands on her stomach and started to massage up and down her stomach, thinking that the feeling of someone touching her might wake her up. Still, she didn't react.
I slid my hands up further, cupping her breasts in my hands and rubbing my fingers across them. I rubbed my index fingers around her nipples, which made them come to attention, but still got no reaction from her. I moved fingers back and forth across the tips of her nipples, but still no response.
I slid my hands down to the outside of Sam's thighs and gave them a bit of a rub and then wrapped my hands around her thighs and raised her rear end up off of the seat, sliding my legs under her. Surprisingly, even this didn't seem to rouse her.
Kat said, "Turn her this way."
Still grasping her thighs, I sat up and turned both of us to face the door. As I did, Kat held Sam's feet, so that they would not slam to the floor. I put my feet on the floor and Kat bent Sam's legs and placed her feet on my knees. I spread my knees apart, which caused Sam to spread her legs.
Kat paused only a second and then bent down between my legs. She kissed the inside of Sam's left thigh about halfway up and then did the same to the right one. She moved up the thighs a little and did it again. She kept doing this until she was all the way up. She reached up with one hand and spread Sam's pussy lips apart and then, gave one long lick from the back to the front. This made Sam squirm and then start to laugh. Sam's eyes opened and she said, "Ok, I can't fake it anymore."
She slid her feet off of my knees and dropped her legs over Kat's shoulders, wrapping them across her back and pulling her in, pressing Kat's face into her crotch. Kat gave one more lick and then a kiss before Sam relax her legs to let Kat up again.
We got up and reluctantly got dressed and got our bags packed and ready for our arrival.
We had barely had time to get everything packed and make one last stop in the facilities when we rolled into Emeryville. We stepped off the train and found both Peter and Steve standing on the platform to tell us goodbye. We thanked them and the girls gave each of them a hug.
We headed out of the station and down the street toward our hotel. It was a short walk and a beautiful evening with a nice breeze blowing in off of the bay. The woman at the desk quickly got Sam checked in and we headed up to our room.
As advertised, the room had a kitchenette, a king size bed, a fold out sofa and a desk. It also had a sliding door that opened onto a small balcony that looked out toward the bay. Our room was on the tenth floor, which meant that our view wasn't obstructed by many of the buildings around us.
We sat our bags down and I collapsed onto the sofa. I took off my shoes and stretched my legs out in front of me. While the train had the benefit of having the ability to get up and walk around, it was nice to have room to actually stretch out.
"Is there any news still on? We've probably missed the local eleven o'clock. I feel like I've been disconnected from reality for a few days and need to find out what's been going on." Kat said.
I picked up the remote and turned the TV on to see what I could find. Sam turned on the light in the bathroom and stepped inside.
"Kat, you should see this shower. I know what I'm doing before I go to bed." Sam called from the bathroom.
Kat stepped to the door and then into the bathroom. I only heard a, "Wow!" and then muffled conversation, as the TV started to drown them out.
I found a 24-hour news channel and listened for a few minutes about this murder and that police chase before they went to commercial. When the news came around for the next thirty minute cycle, I realized that the girls had been out of the room for a half hour. As I started to flip through the channels again, I heard the water in the shower turn off. After another few minutes, Kat emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her waist. Her hair was wet and unkempt.
I thought, "That's odd, she just took a shower a few hours ago on the train."
Then, Sam entered the room wearing nothing, but attempting to dry her hair with a towel. At this point, I understood completely why Kat had chosen to take another shower.
Kat dug into her bag and found her hairbrush and returned to the bathroom.
Sam stepped toward me and asked, "Could you move over to the bed so that I can get the hide-a-bed out?"
I stood up and helped Sam to get the cushions off of the sofa and then pull the bed from inside. It unfolded easily, but the creases in the sheets showed that it had been at least a few days since the bed had been used.
While Sam pulled the covers back and tried to give them a "fluff", I went to the closet and retrieved the two pillows for the sofa bed and tossed them into place at the head of the bed. Then, I backed up and sat down on the edge of the regular bed.
It was now well after midnight, the sky was pitch black outside, but the lights of the city drown out any starlight. Sam, still without a stitch of clothing stepped toward the sliding door and peered out into the darkness. Kat stepped from the bathroom again, this time without the towel. Her hair had been brushed and pulled back into a ponytail. She reached down to put her hairbrush back into her bag, which was against the nightstand, between the beds. As she bent over to put the brush away, she nearly toppled over forward, so she thought better of trying to bend over and decided to sit on the edge of the sofa bed.
As she slid the brush into her bag, she commented, "My gosh! This bed is uncomfortable!"
Sam turned from the window and replied, "That's ok, I was planning to sleep on it. You two can have the big bed."
"We can't do that." Kat responded, "It's your room. You're already letting us stay here."
"I don't mind. I wouldn't have it any other way." Sam insisted.
Kat stood up from the bed, walked around the foot of it and up to Sam. She wrapped her arms around Sam and pulled her close, "Thank you."
Once again, I couldn't help but to appreciate the beauty of their two bodies pressed up against each other.
Kat turned her head to face the window, "It's beautiful out there tonight. I can't wait to see what it looks like in the morning. I wonder how much it has cooled off out there."
Sam reached for the latch on the door, unlocked it and then slid the door open enough to stick her hand and forearm out, "Feels pretty nice actually. Warm, but not really sticky."