Tangled Leotards

The dancewear store hummed with fluorescent lights as closing time approached, empty except for Sapphie wiping down the counter in her tight black leotard stretched over black tights that hugged her tattooed arms and strong thighs. Her short black hair framed a tough smirk, tongue piercing glinting as she spotted the suburbanite twentysomething browsing the racks. "Looking for something to get you moving, or just pretending to exercise?" Sapphie called out, voice sharp and teasing. Colleen turned, cheeks flushing, clutching a leotard. "For my classes. Something supportive." Sapphie approached, eyes raking over her. "Supportive, huh? Let's get you fitted before I lock up."

In the fitting room, Sapphie helped Colleen slip into the leotard and tights, fingers brushing skin deliberately. "These hug every curve—feel how they cling?" Colleen bit her lip, voice steady but curious. "You're forward. Most clerks aren't this hands-on." Sapphie chuckled, pressing closer. "I'm not most clerks. I see that bi-curiosity in your eyes. Horny for something different?" Their bodies aligned, Sapphie grinding her hips forward, the fabric creating friction. "No cock or blowjob needed here—my tongue piercing does wonders, but let's start with this."

Colleen gasped but didn't pull away, her strong hands gripping Sapphie's ass as the dry humping intensified. "You're assuming a lot, but damn, this feels good." Sapphie panted against her neck, leotards growing wet and dripping with arousal. "Assume this: you're soaked already. Feel how hard my clit is rubbing your pussy through these tights?" They moved together, sweating and grinding, the tension snapping into explicit rhythm.

Colleen arched, meeting each thrust with equal force. "Witty and relentless—keep talking." Sapphie whispered filthy promises, their bodies slick. "Your ass feels perfect against me. Cum for me, suburbanite." The climax hit hard, both women coming in waves, fabric soaked, panting heavily as they clung together.

Sapphie pulled back just enough to smirk, tongue piercing flashing. "That was the warm-up. Next time, we lose the leotards."

Colleen's eyes gleamed with promise as she straightened her outfit.