Housewife's Lotion Commotion

Sofi opens the door in her skirt and top, surprised by the beauty holding a sample bag. Diana steps inside with a smile and quickly turns the living-room couch into her stage. When she asks where Sofi’s skin feels driest, the answer is thighs. Diana drops to her knees, squeezes lotion into her palms, and starts smoothing it over warm flesh. Each circle climbs higher. Sofi’s breath tightens; her legs ease wider. Diana pauses only to suggest the top comes off too. Sofi peels away shirt and bra, breasts bare in the daylight. Diana’s hands glide from thighs to hips to ribs, slick palms brushing the heavy curves and hardening nipples until the lotion gleams. The air thickens. Sofi’s hips tilt forward, chasing the next stroke, every inch of her skin awake and wanting more.