Hungry Eyes - part 2

Sophie's friends showed up for an afternoon on the patio, two of them the kind of women who made the sunshine feel like foreplay. Zafira's olive skin and dark stare pulled every glance her way, while Brandy's light hair and long legs made her look lit from inside. Sophie stood between them in a thin dress that did nothing to hide what she wanted. The first touches started slow—fingertips on wrists, lips brushing ears—then the game changed. Brandy dropped to her knees, pulled Sophie's dress up, and buried her tongue between her thighs. Sophie grabbed the railing for balance, thighs shaking, as Zafira circled behind and slipped two fingers into her mouth, testing, sliding, deciding. When she finally knelt and ran her tongue along the line where Brandy met Sophie, the sound Sophie made pulled every neighbor's curtain. Nothing gentle after that. Sophie bent forward, hands flat on the warm tiles, while Zafira pushed three fingers deep inside her and Brandy worked her clit without mercy. Sweat ran between her breasts, her hair stuck to her cheeks. Brandy reached under Zafira's short skirt, found her already wet, slid two knuckles in and pumped while the other woman moaned into Sophie's skin. They stayed out there long after the ice in their drinks had melted, skin sticky, legs trembling, every inch of the patio suddenly claimed and used.