The dancewear store hummed with fluorescent lights as closing time neared, empty except for Sapphie behind the counter. Short black hair framed her sharp features, tattoos peeking from the sleeves of her black leotard stretched tight over black tights that hugged her strong, supple curves. She leaned on the counter, tongue piercing glinting as she smirked at the quiet.
The bell jingled, and in walked Colleen, a twentysomething suburbanite with curious eyes scanning the racks. "Looking for something to get the blood pumping?" Sapphie called out, her voice low and teasing. Colleen turned, cheeks flushing. "Just leotard and tights for exercise. Something practical."
Sapphie sauntered over, sizing her up with a wicked grin. "Practical's boring. Try something that makes you feel alive. This one's cut high—shows off the ass without trying." She held up a sleek black set, their fingers brushing. "You look like you could handle a little edge." Colleen arched a brow, strong and unfazed. "Edge? I bike, hike—don't need a lecture on my wardrobe."
In the fitting room, tension thickened as Colleen slipped into the leotard and tights. Sapphie lingered, adjusting straps with deliberate touches. "Feels good, right? That fabric clings where it counts." Colleen met her gaze, voice steady. "You're forward. Most clerks don't stare like they're undressing you already." Sapphie laughed, stepping closer. "Only when they're horny and the customer's dripping with curiosity. Bi-curious, maybe?"
Colleen's breath hitched but she didn't pull away, pressing forward instead. "And if I am?" Their bodies aligned, Sapphie's thigh sliding between Colleen's as they ground together—dry humping through the slick layers of leotard and tights. Fabric whispered with each roll of hips, pussies rubbing hot and insistent. "Then we make it count," Sapphie murmured, hands gripping Colleen's ass, pulling her harder.
Sweating and panting, they moved faster, horny friction building to a fever. Colleen's strong hands tangled in Sapphie's hair, guiding the rhythm as wetness soaked through the tights, dripping with each thrust. "Fuck, your pussy feels so good grinding mine," Sapphie gasped, tongue piercing flashing in a wicked smile. They came hard together, bodies shuddering in unison, cum slicking the fabric between them.
Collapsing against the mirror, they caught their breath, leotards clinging damply. Sapphie winked. "Store's closed, but the night's just starting—if you're ready for round two without the tights next time."
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