Penny looks down at me and smiles. “Relax, Delilah. Here.” Her nipples are hard and straining against the silk of her camisole.
She takes a hit and watches as I continue to fight, then shares it. Her lips cover mine, she fills my lungs and forces me to relax while simultaneously holding my head down. After half a minute, she releases me and I exhale. Still embarrassed, I struggle.
Then Julie is between my legs, licking and kissing my mound. My body is floating from the marijuana and Julie’s tongue is hastening the beat of my desire. She circles my clit while doing the same with her fingertip to my opening. The tease is exquisite and I am moaning.
I look up and see Penny’s smile. “I thought it was fun watching you try to escape, but you are super sexy when you coo, my turtle dove,” she whispers in my ear; her hot breath tickles my neck.
Sensations overtake me and I feel an orgasm mounting. “No, please. Please let me go, please,” I whisper to Julie, keenly aware I am being watched by others.
“Please Babe, let me go. I don’t want everyone to see me like this.” Penny takes my hand and smiles that patient smile. Through the open windows I see people watching from buildings across the way. Some are masturbating. All are engaged in some form of sex. Penny takes an extra deep hit and slowly exhales.
“Let me go!” I yell and pull with all my might.
I crest as Julie smiles and says, “Delilah, don’t you know? You are always free to go.”
I awake, shaking from a powerful orgasm, hands between my legs and Julie’s words echoing in my head. Behind me Penny groans softly and asks in a sleepy voice, “Are you okay, Delilah?” She touches my shoulder. I take her hand, press it to my cheek and close my eyes as my orgasm recedes.