Caught In The Open

Kenzie Taylor tucked the last flyer into her tote and wrapped the call. She stepped onto the porch, heels clicking, nothing but empty rooms behind her. From the hedge, April Olsen watched the realtor's car pull away, then slipped through the half-closed door like she owned it. She sank onto the leather couch, knees wide, and shoved her panties aside. Wet fingers found her clit in one glide, the sound obscene in the quiet house. She grinned at her own daring. The front latch snapped. Keys dropped. Kenzie stood frozen in the doorway, papers forgotten in her fist. April's hand slowed but didn't stop. "Looking for these?" She lifted the same stack from the cushion with her free hand, slick knuckles catching the light. Kenzie's eyes flicked down despite herself. "Door was open," April said, voice low, hips rocking into her palm. "You left something. I left something too." Her slick parted with every slow stroke. Kenzie didn't speak, yet she stepped inside and let the door shut behind her. April smiled, wider, certain routine had just slipped from both their hands.