The game was set; Jodie and Elise just had to find their willing prey, a man looking for mindless sex—no words, no faces, just a body that would be treated like a piece of meat. Jodie was ready to be used in that way; she was aroused by the notion that someone would be inside her and that she would have no idea who it was.

The cold Prague night air hit hard as the ladies left their hotel, particularly for Jodie, who was wearing very little. Her short black leather skirt clung around her hips and ass, with long bare legs going down to a pair of red-heeled black stilettos. Her long blonde hair flowed in the breeze and crashed down over her clingy leopard-print top.

As she walked, she began to feel chilly, so she slipped on the leather jacket she had been carrying over her arm. It warmed her upper body, but her bare legs were still cold. She also wasn’t wearing any underwear under that short skirt; she needed to feel as horny as possible. Her little exposed pussy was already getting wet from the thought of what was about to happen.

Striding alongside Jodie, her sister Elise—blonde bob tucked above her black coat—was wrapped up warmer in a fiery red skirt and knee-high boots.

The ladies went to a few different bars before they hit a nightclub. The air was thick with sweat, perfume, and spilt alcohol. Jodie let the music pull her in as she moved on the dance floor. She wondered if the short skirt was enough to keep her dignity, but she felt the club was too dark and crowded for anyone to notice if it didn’t. She could feel the wetness increasing between her legs.

Elise slipped through the crowd looking for a candidate for the night’s activities. She paused at the bar next to a figure that caught her eye. Pawel was tall, with black skin, short dark hair and big brown eyes.

“Hey, I’m Elise. You look like you could use some company.”

“Pawel,” he replied, turning his head.

“And I could definitely use some company.”

The two continued to chat while Jodie watched from afar.

“I have a proposition,” Elise whispered in his ear.

“No names, no talk, just fuck and then you leave. I’m masked, I’m tied, I want it rough and fast. You in?”

Pawel couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing. He glanced around and then nodded.

“Sounds like a game I can play.”

Pawel’s hand slid down to rest on Elise’s hip. Elise’s skirt rode up just enough to reveal the top of her thighs above her boots. Pawel moved his hand up to the lower part of Elise’s back, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together and they kissed.

“Let’s go,” Pawel murmured.

As they moved toward the door, Elise texted Jodie.

‘We are on!’

Elise and Pawel headed out into the Prague night. Pawel’s arm remained around her waist, his thumb rubbing small circles into the skin just above the waistband of her skirt. Elise was taking Pawel the long way round to the rented apartment, giving Jodie enough time to get there first.

Jodie hurried through the streets, her heels tapping against the cobbles. She darted towards a set of steps, unaware of a young man standing nearby, taking in the night air.

“Wow, you look beautiful,” he said, immediately noticing the blonde.

“Thank you,” she called back as she hurried up some stone steps.

“You’re not wearing any panties, are you? That’s fucking hot,” the guy called out.

Jodie realised she must have flashed as she headed up the steps. She stopped in her tracks and walked back to the young man.

“What’s your name?” she asked

“Lee.”

“Well, Lee. How do you know?”

Jodie was right in front of him; he could smell her perfume; it was intoxicating. His head bowed to the floor, and he looked at her bare legs and toe cleavage.

“Well, I didn’t see any material up your skirt when you walked up those steps.”

“You were looking up my skirt? That’s why you stand here, isn’t it? By the steps?”

Lee didn’t say a word and just smiled.

“Maybe I am wearing a G-string,” Jodie exclaimed.

“I guess you could be,” Lee replied.

“Do you want to check?” Jodie asked.

“What?”

“I am inviting you to check,” Jodie replied, as she moved her legs apart.

Lee’s hand slowly went between Jodie’s thighs and disappeared up her leather skirt. His fingers instantly touched her wet skin.

“Fuck, you’re not,” Lee exclaimed, as his fingers slid into her wetness.

Before Lee had a chance to finish his sentence or anything else, Jodie pulled his hand away. She had got distracted but needed to go.

“I’ll catch you later,” she called back, running up the steps again.

Lee smelt the juices on his fingers as the sexy blonde disappeared into the night. He thought she looked remarkably like the supermodel Jodie Adams. It never occurred to him that she actually was Jodie Adams.

Jodie really needed to move; she pulled off her heels and started to run barefoot the last few streets to the apartment, narrowly beating Elise and Pawel.

Jodie rushed into the apartment, turned up the heat, unzipped her skirt, and pulled off her top. She flew into the bedroom as she heard the sound of Elise and Pawel outside. The soles of her feet were grey with dirt from her barefoot run through the streets; she didn’t have time to wash them. Maybe her fuck buddy had a fetish for dirty feet?

“Give me five minutes and come up,” Elise whispered to Pawel as she went up to the apartment.

It seemed to be the longest five minutes of his life. Pawel counted the seconds, and when time was up, he opened the door and went up.

He stepped into the dim light of the bedroom, his eyes immediately locking onto the sight of the masked woman chained to the bed. He didn't ask questions; the rules and the open invitation of Jodie's body were enough. Naked on all fours.

He stripped off and got on the bed; he didn't waste time as he gripped Jodie’s hips and hauled her arse up into the air. He started licking her wet pussy, his tongue running all over her slit before pushing in and rubbing against her clit, she was wet and ready. He moved behind her and rubbed his hard cock against her opening before pushing into her. He was large, and Jodie could feel every inch against the wall of her snatch.

Jodie’s leather sex balaclava only partly muffled her screams as Pawel held on to her and fucked her hard. Jodie was so turned on, not being able to move, not knowing who was inside her, only feeling his rough touch and large dick fucking her. She was dripping.

Pawel pulled out and reached for the bottle of lube from the nightstand, slathering his thick, dark cock in the slick gel. He then moved back behind Jodie and slowly pushed himself against her ass, gently entering her butt.

Jodie let out a huge scream as he buried himself deep inside her butthole. The sensation was overwhelming as he ensured every inch of his shaft was drilled into her.

Jodie moaned loudly as Pawel started to rub her wet clit at the same time. The sound vibrated through the mask, her body shaking uncontrollably; sweat poured off her body as she hit one of the highest orgasms she had felt.

From a hiding spot in the wardrobe, Elise watched through a small opening between the doors. With her panties to one side, her own hand had been strumming away, making her cum.

Pawel’s moans grew louder as he started to cum. He pulled out again just as his hot seed was splattered all over her ass.

Following his instructions, Pawel quickly got dressed as Jodie lay on the bed, satisfied.

Lee had followed Jodie to the apartment; outside, he heard all the screams and wondered what was going on. As he watched Pawel leave so quickly, it sparked his curiosity, and he began to worry something might have happened to his mysterious blonde. Lee grabbed the door as Pawel exited, and he went inside. He immediately heard Jodie giggling with another female voice, so he assumed she was OK.

Elise unchained her sister. Jodie pulled off her mask; her face was flushed, her naked body wet and tingling.

Jodie and Elise headed back out for a much-needed drink. Jodie was back in her outfit, had applied some makeup, and scraped her hair back in a ponytail. She looked flushed and fucked. The ladies settled outside at a nearby bar.

“Hi, are you OK?”

Jodie looked up to see Lee standing there.

“Yes, I am fine,” Jodie replied.

“Do you two know each other?” Elise looked perplexed.

“We met earlier.”

“You look a bit dishevelled,” Lee said worryingly.

“She got fucked,” Elise said, laughing.

“Is that why you weren’t wearing knickers?” Lee asked.

“Wow, you two really do know each other,” Elise exclaimed.

“Something like that. Why don’t you join us?” Jodie said, moving over.

Lee sat down and ordered a beer from a passing waitress.

“So, are you wearing underwear now?” Lee asked.

“No, it’s a bit raw down there; the cold air is soothing,” Jodie replied.

“Really, you like it rough?”

 “Sometimes.”

“Can I see?” Lee inquired.

“My pussy?”

“Yes.”

Jodie uncrossed her legs and moved her skirt up slightly. Between her bare thighs, Lee could see Jodie’s waxed, smooth slit, a little reddish in contrast to the rest of her skin.

“You have a beautiful beaver,” Lee said, smiling.

“Thanks,” Jodie chuckled.

“Oh no, you are turning me on again, but I can't have any more sex today.”

“Tomorrow?” Lee suggested.

“We are heading home tomorrow.”

With that, the ladies got up and wished Lee goodnight.

“I don’t even know your names.”

“I’m Jodie, and this is my sister Elise.”

‘Fuck, was that really Jodie Adams?' Lee thinks to himself after the ladies have gone.

The next day, Elise and Jodie are booked on separate flights: Jodie to Sweden to visit friends, and Elise back home to the US. Elise’s flight left early that morning, but Jodie’s was cancelled and rescheduled for the following day.

Unexpectedly alone in Prague for another night, Jodie decided to call Lee and explain what happened. Lee jumped at the chance to see Jodie again, and they agreed to meet close to Jodie’s hotel.

“Is there anything special you’d like me to wear?” Jodie asks.

“I can think of something I don’t want you to wear,” Lee replies.

“I think I know what that is; that’s a given. Anything else?” Jodie laughs.

“Well, that is enough for me,” Lee replies.

“Really? That’s not very specific, Lee. Let me paint you a picture: if I go without knickers and wear a short dress or skirt with bare legs, you can stroke my legs and even touch me discreetly while we’re out. In a longer dress or trousers, that would be much harder.”

“Ok, got it. Then the shortest dress you have.”

“Ok, I will wear something long enough to cover my dignity as I'm commando, but short enough you can get access and play with me,” Jodie exclaimed.

“You want me to finger you in public?”

“Yes, I want to get me wet before we go back to my hotel and fuck.”

“Fuck me! I get to have sex with Jodie Adams.”

“Yes, exactly.”

After a long, enjoyable, and exhausting night of fucking, Jodie finally joined the queue for her flight to Sweden. A man stepped forward, his dark skin catching the light.

“Excuse me, is this the line for Stockholm?”

“Yes, it is,” Jodie replied.

Neither had any recognition that they had fucked days before. But Pawel felt a connection. When they boarded, he noticed the 1st-class seat next to Jodie was empty and moved in beside her. They immediately sparked up a conversation.