What A Nice Surprise

Work dragged. Dead shift, slow parlor, Charlie flipped open her phone and told Nikki to swing by. Nikki hit the door and the old spark flared up between them. Charlie grinned, asked if she wanted a table. Nikki stripped bare and climbed up. Hands slid over skin, knuckles dug into muscle. Charlie's mind drifted to dorm nights, wet sheets, tangled legs. Heat climbed her spine. She leaned in and took Nikki's nipple in her teeth, rolling it, while two fingers slipped between her thighs. She licked a path down Nikki's stomach and settled on her clit, sucking and lapping while she curled her fingers hard inside. Nikki came sharp, hips snapping, voice breaking. She swung off the table, climbed onto Charlie's face, and ground down. Charlie licked deep, tongue working fast as Nikki bent and slid two fingers into her. They worked each other hard, knuckles wet, bodies jerking, until both of them shook and spilled over.