Kayla and Tracy: The Layover

It was then she saw how much those dresses covered as they took their coats off, with the cartoonish curves of the tall one competing with the lithe, soft frame of her friend. She couldn't help but sit up and take a swig of her beer as she got a closer look at the two, their body language reveal the two to be a couple. As they waited for a waitress to show up, she noticed something about the taller one's hand as they tapped on the table. "Something's interesting about those hands," Toni thought to herself. "At least from the short nails, I can tell she knows how to finger a girl."

"Hey, you notice that chick over there," Tracy said. "Looks like she's feeling us," she said as she spied the waitress making it over to them.

"You might be right, but I need some food," Miss K said as she spotted something she wanted on the menu.

"Hello, I'll be your server tonight. May I get you something?"

"Yeah," Kayla replied. "Can I get a Seabreeze and some chicken tenders?"

"I'll take a cosmo, and the same as my friend here."

"Coming right up!"

Kayla started to look for what Tracy was talking about when she found someone leaning forward, nursing on a beer. Once this person put her beer down, she felt the woman look her up and down, especially at her overflowing bosom. Enjoying the attention, she tugged down her dress just a bit more, letting the very top of her areolas peek out for a movement before they were recovered. The woman on the other side of the room unconsciously licked her lips, and Kayla thought how that would feel on her.

"Tsk, tsk. Always trying to pick up the White chick, huh?" Tracy laughed as she saw what was going on.

"Well, that's why I have you, Trace, to hide my ever- raging jungle fever. Didn't you know that?" Miss K snapped back in return. "Besides, snow bunny over there might be our consolation prize for what we could have gotten in Vegas. Like how that sounds?"