Busted At The Open House!

Alison stood in the empty living room, twisting a pillow for the tenth time. She swallowed hard. First open house, first chance to fuck it up. She paced once, stopped, cursed under her breath, then dropped onto the couch. The leather was cool against her thighs. Time to take the edge off before she drove herself crazy. She tugged her skirt up, shoved panties to one ankle, and slid two fingers straight between her slick folds. Her breath punched out quick. Wet noises mixed with small gasps while her wrist worked in tight circles. She rubbed harder, chasing the fast build, hips lifting in sharp little jerks. The front door cracked open. Serene stepped inside, real-estate flyer half raised, then froze. Alison’s head jerked up, face flaming. Her hand stayed buried between her thighs, fingers still buried to the knuckles. "Oh shit—sorry—I was just—" The apology died when she saw Serene’s stare locked between her open legs. Serene’s lips curled. "Don’t stop on my account." She closed the door, set her keys down with a deliberate click. "I get particular about where I can come. Figured I should run a test before I buy." Alison blinked, embarrassment cracking into something hotter. Serene walked over, sat close enough that their thighs touched, then tugged her own skirt up with zero fuss. Two manicured fingers slipped between delicate pink lips, and the room filled with new, wet sounds. Side by side they stroked. Serene’s breathing went ragged; she tilted her head, watched Alison’s slick fingers disappear over and over. "You’re making a mess on your client’s couch," she murmured. Alison let out a helpless laugh that melted into a moan. The laughter broke the last thread of nerves. Alison leaned in, kissed her. Serene tasted like mint and heat. Hands shifted from their own bodies to each other—Serene guiding Alison’s fingers deeper, Alison palming Serene’s full breast through crisp fabric. In seconds the couch creaked under frantic movement. Legs tangled. Wet heat slicked fingers and thighs as they rubbed faster, greedy, mouths locked until both women shook through sharp, breath-stealing orgasms that left them panting against leather and sunlight.