Getting Back In The Saddle

Nicole Doshi strolled into the room wearing those tight beige riding breeches. Her cropped jacket hugged her waist. "Got back on the horse," she said, proud. "Finally free of that asshole." Jewelz Blu looked her over and smiled. "God, you look fucking expensive." She meant it. Nicole turned slowly, showing the curve of her ass in the fabric. Jewelz stepped closer and brushed her fingers along the riding crop that hung from Nicole's wrist. "Remember the last time we were both free?" "Yeah," Nicole said. "Your apartment. Every other night." "Until you got serious again." Jewelz kept her eyes on Nicole's lips. "I still think about it when I'm alone." Nicole leaned in and bit Jewelz's lower lip, gentle. "No one stopping us now." "Then put that saddle back on me," Jewelz whispered, already reaching for Nicole's belt. Nicole laughed, low and slow, and pushed her friend against the wall.