Realtor Romance

Angela White walks into the open house expecting empty rooms. Instead she finds AJ Applegate standing by the kitchen island, clipboard in hand, sunlight catching the gold in her hair. The two women stare, then smile, the old pull still there under the surface. Conversation drifts easily while they move from living room to hallway, their steps slowing as they reach the bedroom doorway. Angela pushes the door wider. The bed sits staged and perfect. She sits first. AJ follows, mattress dipping beneath them. Their eyes hold. Angela leans in, testing the heat. AJ meets her halfway. Clothes come off without rush, each piece folded or dropped where it lands. AJ’s full breasts spill free; Angela’s are just as heavy, nipples already tight. Hands cup and lift, thumbs tracing slow circles. Lips part, tongues taste. They shift, thighs open, mouths settle where they want most. Angela lies back, spreads. AJ lowers, tongue firm and wet, licking long stripes before sucking her clit. Angela moans, hips lifting, fingers threading through blonde strands. Moments later AJ turns, straddling her face. Angela grips her ass, pulls her down, tongue pushing deep, tasting slick heat. They rock together, breathing hard, chasing the rhythm they used to know. AJ flips onto her back. Angela climbs over, grinding her cunt against AJ’s mouth, riding the wet strokes. AJ holds her thighs, sucks harder. They trade places again, faces buried, hips rolling, skin flushed. Wet sounds fill the quiet room. Fingers join tongues, curling, stroking, until both women come hard, thighs shaking, breaths breaking. Afterward they lie tangled, the mattress creaking softly beneath them. Sunlight moves across bare skin. Neither speaks. The house stays still around them, doors open, sign still out front.