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She was a perfect fit. Melanie's hand instinctively flexed, giving Jessica's ass a little squeeze.

Feeling Melanie's hands on her, Jessica moaned into Melanie's mouth. She wanted her closer. She tried to lift her leg, to give Melanie more access, but the pressure of Melanie's body against hers had her skirt pulled taut against her legs. She slipped her foot out of her dress shoe, lifting her leg high enough to plant her stocking clad foot flat against the back of Melanie's calf. Now her legs were spread wide enough that she could feel Melanie sink deeper in between her legs. The fly of Melanie's jeans was putting delicious pressure on her clit, and her hips bucked in response.

Melanie felt herself sink deeper between Jessica's legs and her heart leaped. She dove her tongue even deeper into Jessica's velvety, hot mouth, trying to swallow her whole. Her hand slid up from Jessica's ass, slipped under her suit jacket, and settled against the small of her back, urging Jessica even closer. Their breasts were smashed against each other, nipples rubbing together, their tongues delving deeper and deeper as their need rose.

Jessica felt another moan rise up from deep within. She could feel the dampness of Melanie's palm on her back through her silk shirt. She felt her vagina clenching and unclenching, her juices flooding her panties. She needed more. She wrapped both arms around Melanie's waist and pulled her body as flat against hers as humanly possible. She felt her hips buck again and wished to God she could just lift her skirt, wrap her legs around Melanie's waist, and ride her fly.

Melanie felt her control slipping and yanked her head away. She took a step back, chest heaving, panties damp. Jessica whimpered at the sudden loss. Dear God, Melanie thought, a few more minutes of this, and she'd have fucked Jessica blind right here in the alley. Trying to get control of herself, she let her gaze drink in the sultry picture Jessica made. Her hair was tussled, as if she had just gotten out of bed. Her full, pouty lips were a beautiful deep red and swollen from Melanie's kisses. Jessica's jacket was hanging open and Melanie could see her gorgeous C cups straining against the silk blouse. The phrase "fallen angel" leaped to mind.

Afraid if she stared much longer, she'd attack Jessica all over again, she glanced over towards the street. The young man from earlier was still across the street, leaning against a light post, avidly watching the alley. Melanie could swear she could see the bulge in his pants from here. She moved over to lean against the wall, her back to the street, blocking the man's view of Jessica. She reached behind her, grabbed the hem of the shirt jacket she wore over a tank top, and lifted it up. Then, quickly let go, letting the shirt fall back into place. She shifted to stand on the other side of Jessica, turning just in time to see the young man spin on his heels and rush off down the street.

Jessica watched the man disappear into the crowd. She had spotted him earlier too. When Melanie pulled her into the alley and started kissing her, she thought she was putting on a show for him, Jessica finding a perverse thrill from it. Now, watching him scurry away, she began feeling suspicious. She pushed off from the wall, quickly spinning around to stand behind Melanie. Grabbing Melanie's shirt, she lifted it up to find a .9mm Glock tucked into the back of her jeans.

Melanie jerked away, spinning to face Jessica.

Jessica exploded. "What the hell are you doing with that? Were the hell did you get it?"

"I always carry a piece. I just wasn't able to bring mine with me on the flight, so I picked one up when I got here. It's not that hard you know, if you know where to look."

"And you know where to look," Jessica's voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Uhuh. Every cities the same, Jessica, the only thing different are the faces."

"Are you out of your mind," Jessica shouted. "There's no way you've had time to get a