Sitting On A Secret

Penny left to meet her friends, or so Chloe thought. The second the door clicked, Chloe pulled her hidden dildo from under the bed. She slapped it onto the hardwood floor, peeled off her panties, and sank onto the thick silicone. Her dress bunched at her hips. She rode hard, thighs flexing, hips rolling in fast, greedy circles. Then keys rattled again. Penny stepped inside. Chloe froze mid-thrust, the dildo buried deep. She smoothed her dress flat and kept kneeling, legs spread just enough to stay filled. “Plans changed,” Penny said, closing the door. “Looks like we get an afternoon together.” She noticed Chloe still on the floor. “What are you doing down there?” “Yoga,” Chloe answered, smile too wide. Penny shrugged, asked for a dirty cup. Chloe said she couldn’t stand; fake cramp in her leg. Penny came closer, pressed both hands to Chloe’s lower back, rubbing. The motion pushed Chloe up and down the dildo. Pleasure stabbed through her, thighs twitching. She let out a soft grunt and begged Penny to stop. “There,” Penny said, satisfied. She gripped Chloe under the arms and hauled her upright. The dildo slid free with a wet pop and hit the floor between them. Penny stared. Chloe’s cheeks burned. “I never get the house to myself,” Chloe muttered. “Sometimes you just need something inside you.” Penny’s eyes flicked to the glistening toy. Her tongue touched her lip, gone in an instant. Chloe caught it, stepped in, voice low. “You look like you need something too.” Hands found hips. Mouths met. Clothes dropped. Relief and heat crashed together, forbidden, fast, hungry, no room left for guilt.