Connie could feel a soft trickle of sweat work its way down her back as Molly situated herself into her lap. She could hear her heartbeat drumming in her ears as she waited for Riley to begin the count - the anticipation was practically burning through her already. The closeness only fed the situation - from here Connie could feel the warmth of Molly's body, take in her heady scent, feel the softness of those magnificent bare breasts pressing through the fabric of her own blouse, and just so slightly sense the heat from Molly's nethers, and certainly feel that of her own with the moisture there beginning to make itself known. With one kiss, Molly had proven she was able to make Connie want her; now she was pressing on the borders of making Connie need her.<br/><br/>As the start was called, Connie's lips proceeded forward and picked up where they had left off - separated far too soon from Molly's last time's taste, now she could drink until she had her fill. Her lips parted in seconds and her tongue reached out, searching for it's place inside Molly's mouth, practically dancing once it would get in. Her hands wasted little time either, though for at least ten  she focused on the contours of Molly's back and the ridges of her spine, and another five to stroke her sides. Her hands would reach the front, even as they competed with Connie's body, desperately pressing in of its own accord. Fingers flickered up Molly's belly, through the divot of her navel, reaching the soft rise of her breasts, gently gliding and perhaps even tickling as they made their way to the areolas and the nipples themselves. She had enough time to take in their shape and their texture, and at the last second give one little tweak with her forefinger and thumb, hopefully just enough to keep Molly going, and yet leave her wanting that much more.<br/><br/>Time ended and with Riley's announcement, lips and body reluctantly parted. "I should have asked for at least a minute," the air hostess pouted, teasing as she sighed, waiting patiently for Molly to allow her to rise. But there was also truth in it - there was so much more that she wanted; so much more to be had. And like Molly, she knew only one thing at this point - the night was promising to be wondrous in ways she was only beginning to realize.<br/><br/>To that end, she endeavored once again to bring the other two back. First, the stewardess walked up to Riley to retrieve her watch, even if it was just going to find its way to an end table anyway. That wasn't really the point. The point was that it gave her the opportunity to bend down after another cheery, "Thanks Sweetie!" and attempt to plant a kiss on their cheek just as she did with Heather and attempted with Molly only to be so delightfully foiled in her attempt. She could have attempted to breach the lip barrier like Molly had, but she'd leave that up to Riley - it would be interesting to see how forcefully the Scandinavian beauty had broken the ice with that.<br/><br/>And that left Heather. As Connie turned to face her, she smiled again. "I think that concludes my turn. I happily admit I enjoyed it. But with that, I yield the hallowed role of Storyteller to the Divine Tiger Kitten of Room 1217, Heather Clemence." The brunette bent deeply with an extravagant wave of her hand in the star's general direction. "So what tale shall you be regaling us with today, Heather?" she asked as she sat back down by the bed. "I am all pins and needles." It wasn't a joke - she truly was excited for what was to come next, and the way that she looked directly at her semi-famous roommate for the night clearly indicated as such.