Czech memories

The last day of my Czech trip had already turned golden when I woke between Zoe and Tereza. One blonde, one brunette, both naked and already awake. I let my hand wander down Zoe’s back, felt the curve where her ass met the mattress. Tereza saw, smiled, and slid closer. Their legs tangled over mine. We didn’t speak, just moved. Zoe’s tongue traced the inside of my thigh while Tereza’s fingers slipped lower, parting me, pressing in. The sheets twisted around our hips. Blonde hair brushed my stomach, brunette hair tickled my breast. We took turns, mouths, hands, heat. Someone laughed low and dirty. Someone else moaned. By the time the sun hit the curtains we were slick and breathless, three bodies pressed together, still reaching, still tasting. I could already feel the afternoon stretching long ahead of us.