Alone in the solarium

Lawanda timed her visits perfectly. Same slot, every week, just to see Salome. The moment she walked through the door, her eyes locked on that tight uniform stretched across hips she wanted under her hands. This afternoon the place sat empty. No voices, no footsteps. Only the low hum of the lamps. Lawanda slipped her robe off in one clean motion, the silk sliding down her bare skin, and asked if Salome would rather put her mouth somewhere warmer than her shoulder. Salome smiled, stepped closer, and sank to her knees on the tile. Her fingers parted Lawanda’s thighs without hesitation. Wet heat met wet heat. Tongue flicked, slow at first, then firmer, finding the swollen clit and sucking it between soft lips while two fingers pushed inside, curling against the spot that made Lawanda’s knees shake. Lawanda grabbed the edge of the booth, breath catching, and came hard, pulsing around Salome’s tongue until her legs gave and she slid down into the other woman’s waiting arms.