Closing The Deal

Haley walks Siri out and closes the door behind them. The house is quiet now, empty. She drops onto the couch and surveys the sunlit room one last time. The tall windows make the place glow. She is going to miss them almost as much as she will miss the solitude, the pleasure. The thought slips out before she can stop it. One final orgasm in these walls sounds just right. She slips a hand between her legs, spreads slowly, and rubs small, wet circles. Her breath catches at the first firm pass over her clit. She gets lost in it, knees parted, hips lifting. The front door opens. Siri steps back inside, her keys jingling. Haley darts behind the couch, heart hammering, and waits until the realtor sits just on the other side. Footsteps settle; fabric shifts; then the unmistakable sound of Siri touching herself reaches Haley's ears. Slender fingers slide inside a slick cunt inches away, slow and deliberate. The wet drag, the softer hiss of breath, every sound sharpens Haley's own need. Haley keeps stroking, matching Siri stroke for stroke, panting quietly while the heat in her belly coils tighter. Siri comes first, thighs trembling against the cushions. She exhales, stretches, and leans forward to retrieve her bag when she catches movement at the corner of her eye. They lock eyes. Both women are flushed, fingers still shining. Siri studies Haley for a second, then a wicked curve pulls at her mouth. Without a word she slides onto the rug, spreads her legs, and offers her slick hand. Haley crawls out, knees together at first, then apart, and presses her cunt to Siri's palm. They grind in slow tandem until their slick thighs quiver and both women come again, open-mouthed, breath tangled together in the golden light that fills the room they once sold.