They leave the restaurant

As the older sales lady name Tammy did as she was told by Leslie and she cleaned Craig’s cock before returning it back to his pants and zipping them up. Craig introduced Leslie to Tammy the older sexy chubby sales lady from the lingerie store the other day. The ladies shake hands but Craig could tell that Leslie was a little jealous at Tammy. Okay ladies now that everyone has been introduced to each let’s head back to our place Craig says.

The leather seats creaked softly as Leslie slid into the back of Craig’s car, her eyes locked onto Tammy’s voluptuous curves. The older woman’s heavy breasts pushed against the fabric of her blouse with every breath, the top button straining dangerously. Leslie bit her lip, her fingers tightening around her purse strap as Tammy adjusted herself in the passenger seat, her thick thighs spreading slightly. Craig turned the ignition, the engine rumbling to life, but Leslie barely noticed—her gaze traced the way Tammy’s nipple peaked against the thin material, the outline unmistakable. A slow, knowing smile curled Tammy’s lips as she caught Leslie staring, and she deliberately arched her back, making her cleavage deepen.

The car hummed to life as Craig adjusted the rearview mirror, his eyes flickering between the road and the two women in the backseat. "Leslie, scoot over," he murmured, his voice low but firm. With a tight smile, Leslie shifted closer to Tammy, their thighs pressing together in the confined space. The older woman exhaled softly, the warmth of her body radiating through the thin fabric of her skirt. Leslie’s fingers twitched against the leather seat as Tammy deliberately crossed her legs, the movement slow and deliberate, making her stockings whisper against each other.

Leslie gasped as the sudden buzz between her thighs sent a jolt through her body. Her fingers dug into the leather seat, nails leaving faint crescents in the supple material. Tammy’s knowing smirk widened as she noticed Leslie’s sudden tension—the way her breath hitched, the flush creeping up her neck.

Craig kept his eyes on the road, but his grip tightened on the steering wheel as he watched in the rearview mirror. The soft hum of the bullet was drowned out by the engine’s purr, but Leslie’s reactions were unmistakable. A slow pulse built between her legs, each vibration coaxing her thighs to press tighter together.

Tammy’s fingers brushed against the lace of her own bra beneath her blouse before sliding over to cup Leslie’s breast through the thin fabric of her dress. A soft gasp escaped Leslie’s lips as Tammy’s palm pressed firmly, her thumb flicking over the hardened peak beneath. The older woman’s touch was deliberate, slow—each movement calculated to make Leslie squirm.

Leslie’s back arched slightly, her hips shifting against the seat as the vibrations between her thighs pulsed in time with Tammy’s teasing. The car hit a bump, jostling them closer, and Tammy took full advantage, leaning in until her lips brushed Leslie’s ear. "You like that, sweetheart?"

Leslie’s head nodded in eager response, her breath coming in short, shaky gasps as Tammy’s fingers slid beneath the neckline of her dress. The older woman’s nails scraped lightly over the lace of Leslie’s bra before slipping inside, the heat of her palm enveloping one stiff, pierced nipple. Leslie shuddered, biting back a moan as Tammy rolled the metal barbell between her fingers, tugging just enough to make her back arch off the seat.

Tammy’s fingers slid down Leslie’s trembling stomach, nails dragging lightly over the damp fabric of her panties before slipping beneath the lace. A sharp gasp tore from Leslie’s lips as Tammy’s thick middle finger found her swollen clit, already throbbing from the relentless buzz of the toy. The older woman’s touch was firm, circling slowly—maddeningly slow—while her other hand still worked Leslie’s pierced nipple, twisting the barbell just enough to make her hips jerk.

Leslie’s thighs fell open wider, her dress riding up as she arched into Tammy’s touch, her breath coming in ragged bursts.

Tammy’s lips crashed against Leslie’s with a hunger that made the younger woman whimper, her painted nails digging into the older woman’s thick thighs as their mouths moved in messy, open-mouthed kisses. The scent of Tammy’s perfume—something musky and expensive—mixed with the heady musk of Leslie’s arousal as the saleswoman’s fingers worked faster between her legs, her thumb pressing firm circles against her clit while two fingers sank deep inside her. Leslie’s hips jerked off the seat, her moans muffled against Tammy’s tongue as the older woman swallowed every sound, her other hand still twisting Leslie’s nipple piercing in time with the thrusts of her fingers.

Tammy’s fingers withdrew with a slow, slick sound, leaving Leslie trembling and breathless against the leather seat. The younger woman whimpered in protest, her hips lifting off the seat as if chasing the retreating touch. Tammy chuckled darkly, bringing her glistening fingers to her own lips and sucking them clean with an exaggerated moan. "Mmm, just as sweet as I imagined," she purred, her tongue dragging over each knuckle. Leslie’s thighs quivered, the abandoned vibrator still humming uselessly against her soaked panties.

Craig’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel as he took a sharp turn, the car jolting them closer together.

Craig’s thumb pressed the remote, cutting off the vibrator’s relentless buzz with a quiet click. Leslie whimpered, her thighs clenching around the sudden emptiness, her swollen clit still throbbing in protest. Tammy chuckled, her breath hot against Leslie’s ear as she dragged her tongue along the shell of it.

"Not yet, my dear," Tammy murmured, her voice thick with amusement. "You’ll have to wait." Her fingers traced lazy circles over Leslie’s damp panties, teasing the soaked fabric but never slipping beneath. "I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours when we get home."

Leslie’s breath hitched as Tammy’s words sent a fresh wave of heat between her thighs. The older woman’s fingers still hovered just above her soaked panties, the ghost of her touch making Leslie’s hips twitch involuntarily. The car’s leather seats clung to her bare thighs as she squirmed, the ache between her legs unbearable now that the vibrator had been turned off.

Tammy’s smirk deepened as she watched Leslie struggle, her own arousal evident in the way her heavy chest rose and fell with each breath. She leaned in again, her lips brushing the shell of Leslie’s ear as she whispered, "You’re shaking, sweetheart.

With deliberate slowness, Tammy’s fingers trailed up her own blouse, undoing one button at a time, each pop of fabric parting sending a fresh jolt of anticipation through Leslie’s body. The older woman let the silk slip open inch by inch, revealing the deep swell of her cleavage, the lace-edged cups of her bra straining against the weight of her full breasts.

Tammy’s fingers hooked into the lace of her bra, peeling the fabric down with agonizing slowness until her heavy breasts spilled free, nipples already stiff with arousal. “Suck on these, my dear,” she purred, arching her back to press one swollen nipple against Leslie’s parted lips.

Leslie whimpered, her tongue darting out instinctively to circle the hardened peak, the taste of salt and expensive perfume flooding her senses. Tammy’s fingers tangled in her hair, guiding her deeper, forcing her to take more of the plush flesh into her mouth.

Leslie moaned around the stiff peak, her tongue swirling in tight circles as Tammy’s grip tightened in her hair. The older woman arched with a gasp, her other hand sliding down to palm Leslie’s trembling thigh. Craig’s breath hitched audibly from the driver’s seat—the sharp scent of Tammy’s arousal mingling with leather and Leslie’s soft whimpers was overwhelming. His cock strained against his slacks, the fabric tenting obscenely as he adjusted his grip on the wheel.

The car door slammed with a heavy thud as Craig led them up the driveway, his keys jingling with unsteady urgency. Leslie stumbled after him, her thighs still slick and trembling, Tammy’s fingers tangled possessively in the back of her blouse. The older woman’s breath was hot against her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin below her ear as she murmured, "Look at you, dripping all over yourself like a **** little thing."

The front door creaked open, and Tammy shoved Leslie inside with a rough grip on her hips, the younger woman’s back hitting the foyer wall with a gasp.

Leslie’s breath came in shallow gasps as Tammy shoved her down the hallway, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of Leslie’s hips. The older woman’s heels clicked against the hardwood, her movements predatory as she guided—no, pushed—Leslie toward the bedroom door. Craig followed close behind, his gaze dark with hunger as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

The bedroom smelled faintly of cedar and expensive cologne, the curtains half-drawn, casting long shadows across the rumpled duvet. Tammy wasted no time, spinning Leslie to face her, her manicured nails already working at the buttons of Leslie’s blouse.

Tammy’s fingers made quick work of Leslie’s blouse, the buttons popping open one by one until the fabric slid off her shoulders with a whisper. Leslie shuddered as the cool air hit her flushed skin, her nipples hardening instantly beneath the delicate lace of her bra. Tammy’s gaze darkened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before she reached behind Leslie’s back, unhooking the clasp with practiced ease.

Craig sank into the plush armchair in the corner, his fingers steepled beneath his chin as he watched, his breath shallow. The leather creaked under his weight, his slacks straining against the thick outline of his arousal.