Shannon pushed open the apartment door after a long shift, her keys jingling as she stepped inside. The living room glowed with the flicker of the television, where an aerobics video played on loop. Women in shiny leotards and sheer tights stretched and bounced in perfect sync. But it was the sight on the couch that froze her in place. Nicole, her roommate, lay sprawled with legs parted, one hand pressed firmly between her thighs over the crotch of her black leotard and tights. Her hips rocked in a slow, deliberate rhythm, breath coming in soft pants.
Nicole's eyes widened in horror the moment she spotted Shannon. She yanked her hand away, cheeks flushing crimson. "Shannon! I... this isn't what it looks like. I was just... the video got intense, and I thought you'd be late. God, I'm so sorry." Her voice stammered, but she didn't move to cover herself fully, the damp patch on her tights betraying her arousal.
Shannon said nothing at first. She dropped her bag, her gaze lingering on Nicole's flushed face and the way the leotard clung to her curves. Without a word, she turned and strode down the hall to her bedroom. The door clicked shut, leaving Nicole squirming on the couch, heart pounding. Minutes ticked by as the aerobics instructors chanted encouragement on screen.
When Shannon returned, she wore her own deep blue leotard and matching tights, the fabric hugging her athletic frame like a second skin. She had changed completely, her hair pulled back, looking every bit as composed and strong as Nicole remembered. "Mind if I join?" Shannon asked, her voice low and steady, sliding onto the couch beside Nicole without waiting for an answer. Their thighs brushed, sending a spark through the air.
Nicole swallowed hard, recovering her wit. "You always did know how to make an entrance. Or re-entrance. What, the video too much for you too?" She gestured at the screen where the women were now doing deep squats, leotards riding up. Shannon smirked, settling in closer. "Hardly. I just figured if we're watching this, we might as well get comfortable. You looked like you were enjoying the view."
The tension built as they watched, the room filling with the sound of synchronized breathing from the tape. Shannon shifted, her hand resting casually on Nicole's knee. "Those tights look good on you," she said, voice laced with playful edge. "But you're sweating through them already. Horny much?" Nicole laughed, turning to face her, strong and unyielding. "Says the woman who just changed into hers like it was a challenge. Don't pretend you're not dripping under there too."
Their eyes locked, witty banter flowing like foreplay. "Challenge accepted," Shannon replied, leaning in so their shoulders touched. "But let's see who breaks first. These videos always make me so wet, the way the fabric stretches over everything." Nicole's hand found Shannon's thigh, squeezing lightly. "Pussy getting warm already? Mine's been aching since you walked in." The dialogue sharpened the air, each word stoking the fire as they inched closer, breaths mingling.
Soon the watching turned to touching. Shannon's fingers traced the edge of Nicole's leotard, dipping teasingly. "Feel that?" she whispered. Nicole arched, strong hands pulling Shannon nearer. "Your turn to pant." They shifted on the couch, bodies aligning, and the dry-humping began in earnest. Shannon straddled Nicole's thigh, grinding her pussy against the slick tights, the fabric creating delicious friction. Nicole thrust back, their asses flexing as they rocked together, leotards riding up to expose more skin but never coming off.
Panting filled the room now, mixing with the video's music. "God, you're so wet," Shannon gasped, feeling the damp heat through both layers as their pussies pressed and slid. Nicole gripped Shannon's ass, pulling her harder. "And you're hard for it, aren't you? Keep going." They humped faster, sweat beading on their skin, the tights growing soaked with arousal. No penetration, just relentless grinding, clits throbbing against the tight material until waves of pleasure built.
The climax hit them both hard. Nicole came first with a sharp cry, her body shuddering as wetness spread through her tights, dripping slightly onto the couch. Shannon followed moments later, grinding down hard, her own orgasm ripping through as she panted Shannon's name, cum soaking her leotard. They clung to each other, sweating and spent, the aerobics video still playing forgotten in the background.
Shannon eased back but didn't pull away, her eyes gleaming with promise. "Round two later?" Nicole grinned, strong and satisfied. Little did they know, the aerobics tape was only the warm-up for what their nights would become.
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