Idle Fantasies: Center Of Attention

Spencer never bothered with her looks. Her closet held lab coats and button-downs. Now she needs a gown for the keynote, so she steps into Penny’s fitting room. Penny greets her with a warm, measured smile, then takes a slow step closer. The measuring tape is already in her hands. She asks for the first layer. Spencer slips off her blazer. Then the blouse. Penny’s fingers rest lightly on each rib as she reads the numbers aloud, voice low. Spencer swallows, surprised by how bare she feels. Another inch of tape slides under her breasts, and Penny’s knuckles graze the underside. Heat rushes to her cheeks, but she stays still. Penny smiles when she notices the flush. She praises Spencer’s work, the paper she’ll soon deliver, the eyes that will be on her. Spencer mutters that she isn’t used to attention. Penny answers by cupping the full weight of Spencer’s breast through the thin bra, thumb circling the stiff peak. Spencer draws a sharp breath, but doesn’t pull away. The tape drops to the floor. Penny steps behind her, unhooks the bra, lets it fall. Her palms cover both bare breasts, squeezing gently, rolling the nipples until Spencer arches into the touch. When Penny’s mouth replaces her fingers, Spencer’s knees weaken. She braces against the mirror as Penny sucks and teases, every pull sending sparks straight between her legs. Penny turns her, guides her onto the upholstered stool. She peels Spencer’s slacks and panties down in one smooth motion, then kneels between parted thighs. Spencer watches, wide-eyed, as Penny leans in and licks a slow stripe through slick folds. Her tongue flicks, circles, presses, and Spencer’s hips jerk. The room fills with wet sounds and Spencer’s small, helpless whimpers. They switch. Spencer drops to her knees, eager now, and buries her face between Penny’s heavy breasts, tasting warm skin. Penny guides Spencer’s hand lower, and Spencer pushes two fingers inside, pumping while Penny moans above her. They trade places again—Spencer on her back on the fitting-room carpet, Penny straddling her face. Spencer licks greedily, nose buried, chin slick, until Penny’s thighs tremble. Penny stands, steps into the harness, the thick silicone cock jutting proud. She coats it with lube, then lowers herself between Spencer’s spread legs. The blunt head nudges, then sinks deep in one long glide. Spencer gasps, clutching Penny’s shoulders. Penny rocks into her, steady and deep, every thrust rocking Spencer’s tits against Penny’s chest. Spencer comes hard, mouth open, voice breaking, and Penny fucks her straight through it. When Penny finally pulls out, Spencer is flushed, trembling, and smiling like someone who has just learned she likes every bit of attention she can get.