Door-To-Door Seduction

Hazel lingers at the threshold, laundry basket at her hip, while Sally smiles and holds up the dainty pouch garter. A few words about pockets tucked high on the thigh and Hazel lets her inside. Sally kneels without asking. She slides the lace band up Hazel’s bare leg, knuckles brushing warm skin. Each slow adjustment sends a flush across Hazel’s chest. Sally’s fingers trace the same path twice, then three times, under the excuse of smoothing elastic. Hazel’s breath hitches. When Sally’s thumb grazes the inside of her thigh, Hazel doesn’t pull away. Instead her hips tilt forward, skirt bunching higher. Sally rises, mouth at Hazel’s ear, and asks if she wants to feel how the purse sits when it’s wet. Hazel’s answer is a trembling nod. Minutes later, on the couch, Sally’s tongue replaces her fingers and Hazel’s first moan cuts through the quiet house like the sound of something finally breaking open.