Your First School Uniform...!

Kimmy stands at the door in her crisp new uniform. The short plaid skirt sits high on her hips. Kendra watches her leave, heat rising, then forces the thoughts down. Kimmy returns and drops onto the carpet. Legs tucked, skirt riding up. Kendra glances once, twice, then holds the view, tracing the line of smooth skin, the bare slit framed by the hem. Kimmy lifts her head. “I saw you.” Kendra flushes, caught. Kimmy bites her lip and smiles. “I like it.” She shifts onto her knees, opens her thighs wider. “You’ve wanted this all day, haven’t you?” Kendra swallows, nods. Kimmy crawls forward, takes her stepmom’s wrist and guides it beneath the skirt. “Touch me.” Kendra’s fingers find slick warmth, part the soft folds. Kimmy’s breath catches, pushes down onto the hand. The older woman works slow, steady strokes, thumb brushing the small, tight clit while Kimmy rocks, hips rolling, skirt still hitched at her waist. Neither looks away.