Uncovered Attraction

Eliza's parents bought that robotic vacuum and it saved their daughter's whole social life. Every time she runs the thing the floors stay clean, so tonight she has Scarlett stretched out beside her on the couch under a soft blanket while a movie flickers across the screen. The scenes are hotter than they expected and both girls feel it. Their thighs press together under the cover, quiet little sparks that grow heavier with each moan coming from the speakers. Eliza lets her hand wander between her legs first, thinking Scarlett is glued to the screen. Fingertips slide beneath her waistband, finding wet heat. Scarlett notices and thinks Eliza is still lost in the film, so she follows suit, palm cupping between parted thighs, two fingers stroking slow circles over swollen lips. Under the blanket their wrists make soft, hidden sounds. Breath hitches. Hips roll just a little. The vacuum keeps its circuit, gliding beneath the coffee table, but neither of them hear it until it clips the blanket and drags the cloth straight to the floor. Cool air rushes over bare, glistening skin. Eliza and Scarlett freeze, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, each hand still buried where they were pleasuring themselves. The room seems bigger without the cover. Then the embarrassment cracks and something hotter takes its place. Eliza spreads her knees wider, fingers gliding deeper for the girlfriend she has no reason to hide from now. Scarlett bites her lip and matches the rhythm, watching every slide and curl. The movie drones on, forgotten. Wet sounds rise, breath turns ragged, hips lift off the cushions. The little vacuum bumps against the table leg again and beeps, the only witness as the two girls stop teasing and fuck themselves open right there on the couch, grateful for every second the robot bought them.