A little reciprocity

Mina pressed her pussy against Izzy's lips, and she eagerly opened her mouth. Oh, my God. Just a graze of her tongue against her friend's clit was sublime. Mina squealed with delight, and Izzy moaned into lips pursed around the clitoral bead. How was it possible that she was the one in heaven, here? She heard Mina humming blissfully and felt her hands dig into her hair. It was perfect, just perfect. This woman was the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen.

The end of Mina's dress bunched at the bridge of her nose. It made her feel like she was veiled. Was there even anything for the two men outside the pit to see? But yes, of course there was. They didn't need to see every dirty detail to have some fun watching their business partner's daughter ride a maid's face. That's all they were to those men, two pretty young things playing roles according to central casting.

Mina's hum jumped over a beat, and she giggled. "Mmph," Izzy grunted into her friend's cunt, begging, though not able to articulate, Mina tell her what she was doing wrong. But Mina said nothing. She just leaned harder into Izzy's mouth.

It was too much. She was lying back against the couch like a ragdoll. If she moved, there was a chance the whole illusion would be shattered. Izzy would wake up in her bed in the staff dorms, drenched in sweat and... God knows what else. But: it was too much. She couldn't bear the thought of just lying there when her friend's beautiful legs were so close. Her hands touched the back of Mina's knees.

"Fuck, look at her grabbing!" Paul said. She burned. That two men, total strangers, were watching was beyond shameful. Worse than that was that they could read what she wanted so easily. Yes, she wanted to touch Mina's legs. Mina's wetness was currently drowning her, running down her face, dripping onto the gray bodysuit. Was it such a terrible thing that she should want to touch back?

Mina rocked her hips, and Izzy whimpered again. The taste of her! It was hard to think of anything that could be better, and then, there it was–her hand running gently through Izzy's sweaty, mussed hair, and her icy blue eyes turning kind. "You're not bad," she said, grinning. "For a first timer."

Her body moved ever so slightly away. Izzy took a breath that felt like the first in hours. By intuition, she knew her next line. "Thank you," she whispered. She almost added, "ma'am," but stopped herself. Where was her head at?

"Don't you want to know what an expert's mouth feels like?" Mina said, looking her dead in the eye. Her heart skipped a beat. Izzy was terrified of assuming too much. For a second it seemed like whatever she said would be the wrong thing. Mina would laugh her out of the room. This circle of trust, if that's what it was, with two middle aged men leering at them, would be broken forever. She would be lucky if she only lost her dignity and not her job, too. These were the perils of a young lady too horny to think.

All the same, she couldn't answer any other way. Her lips barely moved. "Yes."