The Meddling Maid

Vanessa slips out of her dress, skin warm under the low light. Stevie moves close, ready. The blonde maid’s hands are steady as they press into Vanessa’s back, sliding over the brunette’s curves. Vanessa tenses, then melts. Stevie knows exactly where to touch. Her fingers dip lower, teasing Vanessa’s thighs apart. She works slow at first, then deeper. Two fingers slide in, steady, sure. Vanessa’s breath catches. Her big breasts rise and fall, nipples tight. Stevie’s free hand traces the line of a tattoo low on Vanessa’s ribs. She curls her fingers, finds the right rhythm. Vanessa’s hips push back, chasing the pressure. Stevie leans in, breath hot against her ear. Vanessa’s thighs tremble as Stevie presses harder, strokes her from the inside. Her other hand squeezes a breast, thumb flicking over the nipple. Every sound Vanessa makes urges Stevie on. She doesn’t stop until Vanessa’s back arches, until her body goes tight, then soft, shaking against Stevie’s hand.