Ebony and Alexis

"There's plenty of me to go around," she heard herself say, the words coming out more flirtatiously than she'd intended. "Ebony can help with the zipper, and Alexis, if you could help work the shoulders free? They tend to stick."

Alexis's eyebrow rose slightly at Susan's acceptance, but she moved forward willingly enough. "Let's get you out of this sweat trap then."

What followed was one of the most sensually charged experiences of Susan's life. With Ebony behind her working the main zipper down her spine and Alexis in front easing the material away from her shoulders, Susan found herself sandwiched between two beautiful women, their hands working expertly over her latex-covered body.

"Christ, this stuff really seals in the heat, doesn't it?" Alexis commented, her fingers sliding beneath the edge of the catsuit at Susan's collarbone, tugging gently to break the suction of sweat and latex.

"That's part of the appeal," Susan managed, trying to keep her voice steady as Ebony's fingers traced down her spine, following the path of the opening zipper. "The way it... intensifies everything."

"I bet," Alexis murmured, her eyes meeting Susan's with knowing heat. "Must feel incredible against bare skin."

"It does," Susan admitted, her voice dropping to a near whisper.

As the zipper reached the small of her back, Ebony's hands moved to Susan's hips, working the tight material downward. "Lift for me," she instructed, and Susan raised slightly onto her toes, allowing the dancer to roll the latex down over the curve of her ass.

Meanwhile, Alexis had successfully freed Susan's shoulders and was now helping her extract her arms from the clinging sleeves. The process required Alexis to stand very close, her breath warm against Susan's cheek, her perfume – something expensive and musky – filling Susan's senses.

"You smell good enough to eat, housewife." Alexis said quietly, the words clearly meant only for Susan's ears. "Are you sure you're straight?"

Susan's breath caught at the directness of the comment. "I never said I was straight," she replied before she could think better of it. "Just married."

Alexis's smile was slow and predatory. "Mm. Noted."

By now, the catsuit had been worked down to Susan's waist, leaving her upper body clad only in a thin, sweat-dampened tank top that did little to conceal her hardened nipples or the flush spreading across her chest.

"You're soaked through," Ebony observed, her hands still at Susan's hips. "Must have been quite a performance."

"It was... intense," Susan acknowledged, acutely aware of both women's proximity, of their hands on her body, of how easy it would be to lean into either of them, to cross a line she'd so far managed to respect.