"Sexy" & Babs

As non-paying guests, Babs and I have crept in
To a private room on the 19th floor of         
One of those Las Vegas high-toned hotels.  
   
A ballroom party downstairs, ready to roll,         
Of course we don't wait 'cause that's just not our thing.            
   
Instead, while stripping, even down to our bling,  
We laugh, girly-like, for being so naughty.  
   
There's a bubble bath drawn, steam starting to rise,  
A pink scalloped tub, with a ducky inside!  
   
"Sexy sista', aren't we so lucky?", Babs squeals.  
   
We leisurely soak 'round the pink, sweaty tiles.  
Shiny tangled fingers, and rosy toesies;  
   
A carnal frolic of bobbing nakies, 'till  
The sight of us proves a royal bombshell  
On the just-arrived drunken gentleman guest!  
   
His tux all disheveled, the old gent returns,  
His escort arm candy half out of her dress,  
   
On the company tab, 'cause hey, after all,  
The corporate exec should never be wanting,  
Even if he can't get it up anymore!  
   
Oops! Pardon me, I'm sure.  
   
We giggle, 'cause we'll make sure he won't be bored.       
Like seals, Babs and I boldly go to the bed.  
   
Stretching bodies and limbs, I reach to touch sis,  
She rolls her head as she sighs, her eyes meet mine.       
What comes next won't matter, our movements incline.         
   
Music from the party beginning to throb  
Up where we are, shaking booties right & left;  
   
Ms Arm-candy watches, her date starts to lean.  
He topples over and falls off the divan.  
   
"Ohh that poor man!"; she teeters on stilettos  
near the bed, to grin her red gash-for-a-mouth,  
And jiggles in time as her orbs dance about.  
   
"This is just too easy", says I to my sis  
involved in delecti, with both hands engaged,  
Filled with my two round backside beauties, still wet.         
   
We look at Arm-candy, who's dress is now gone,  
I ask Babs, "Do you think he's had enough yet?"  
   
The wavy-haired blonde tosses back her champagne,  
Then kicks off her red pumps, and drinks more again.  
   
"I tell you, meh sista,"says I, with a pout,  
"Have you ever seen this in all your born days?"  
   
"Now I dare say, I'd know if ever I had",  
Babs flips back her hair, "cause this sure does look bad."        
   
"Let's leave, I'm starting to feel sorry for her,  
I can't figure it out, she's no place to go."  
   
"Check the old sod's billfold, then give it the pitch.       
This certainly's no way for us to get rich."  
 
"Come on, girl, we'll take you back home to our digs,  
And learn you some new tricks, you can get off with."  
 
 
 
Copyright ©2016-18 Jade Pandora. All Rights Reserved.        
.