Caught In The Open

Kenzie Taylor shut the lights off one by one, phone pressed to her ear. She sounded bored. Outside the bay window, April pressed her face close, breath fogging the glass. Kenzie never looked up. She scooped her folders off the kitchen island and left. Door clicked. Car pulled away. April slipped through the back door, shoes already kicked off, fingers brushing the cool edge of the living room wall. She dropped onto the couch like she owned it, legs wide. Her hand dove under the short hem, slid straight between slick folds. The first moan slipped out low. She rubbed her clit in tight circles, breath stuttering, never taking her eyes off the hallway like she dared someone to walk in. Then the front door opened again. Kenzie stood there with the forgotten stack of printouts. For a heartbeat the room went still. April's fingers stayed inside her pussy, glistening. Kenzie’s mouth opened, but the shock twisted fast into heat. She couldn't look away from the slow, wet slide of April's fingers. April smiled, lazy and filthy. “You coming or just watching?” Kenzie dropped the papers. They scattered like white leaves. She stepped in and kicked the door shut behind her, already unbuttoning her blouse. The open house was done. Something much messier was starting.