Missus Fix-It

Whitney Wright called her landlord about the sink. When she opened the door, an attractive woman named Scarlett Alexis stood there holding a toolbox. She explained the landlord was her parent, taking on some of the older man’s work herself. Whitney welcomed her inside and showed her to the bathroom. They exchanged a few quick words as Scarlett set down her tools. Attraction passed between them almost immediately. Once Scarlett slid under the sink and started to work, Whitney’s eyes dropped to the curve of her ass, lingering there until her attention was forced elsewhere. A pipe burst. Cold water shot up, soaking Scarlett’s top completely; her breasts showed through the wet fabric. Whitney froze at the sight, then grabbed a towel and began to blot Scarlett’s chest. Every touch carried heat. Within moments the towel was tossed aside and their mouths found one another. Clothes peeled away. They found the bedroom, where Whitney pushed Scarlett onto the bed, pulled her thighs apart, and buried her face between them. Scarlett arched, fists clenched in the sheets, as Whitney’s tongue moved with slow, deliberate strokes against her clit. Later they switched, Scarlett straddling Whitney’s face while two of her fingers curled deep inside Whitney’s soaked pussy. The room filled with wet sounds and soft cries until Scarlett’s thighs trembled and Whitney came hard around her fingers.