Housewife's Lotion Commotion

Sofi hears a knock. Opens the door to Diana from some skincare line. Pretty girl. Confident smile. Talks her way inside before Sofi even thinks twice about it. They move to the living room, product bottles clicking against each other. Diana asks where the dry skin is worst. Sofi says her thighs, voice catching just a little. Diana drops to her knees like that's the most natural place in the world. Hands slick with lotion, working up the inside of Sofi's thighs, slow and deliberate. Sofi's skirt rides up. Her breathing gets heavier every time those fingers edge higher. Diana tells her to lose the shirt. The bra too. Sofi peels both off without a word of protest. Bare skin meets warm palms. Diana works the lotion everywhere now, no hesitation, and Sofi just leans back and lets her. No second thoughts. Not even close.