Rachel goes nude

The air in the cramped office was horribly stuffy. If it wasn’t for the privacy it would have been the worst place imaginable for this sort of thing, but privacy had a lot of perks. Today had been nothing but stress, and as soon as they left, she would have to deal with it all again. If that was the case, she deserved to get her kicks where she could.

Rachel wormed out of her crop top and felt very glad that she hadn’t worn a bra. Goosebumps cropped up all over her arms and her breasts. She held Leo’s gaze for a second before turning her back to him. Placing her hands on its worn fabric for balance, ahe made a show of it, just like he’d wanted. She undid the button fly of the borrowed jeans and began to shimmy them down. The denim slid over her butt, and down her thighs. When they were bunched around her knees, she paused, letting both him and Melly take in the sight of her body.

"Alina is going to hate me for letting you wear those," Melly said. The couch dipped and creaked as she settled beside Rachel.

Rachel turned her head, her cheek pressing against the back of the cheap futon. Melly arranged herself with one leg curled under her and the other foot planted on the cushion, her knee raised. That raised leg opened her up, and her hand was inching toward the red fabric. Rachel was utterly captivated. She had made a good choice, making Melly her partner in crime.

There was no reason to let her have all the fun. Rachel reached back with one hand. Her palm flew over the curve of her butt and her fingers slipped beneath the elastic of her thong. She was already so wet. And so warm. Using the tips of her fingers to play with her lips, she made herself sigh, and her eyelids flickered.

Melly giggled. She didn't bother to take her underwear off as she rubbed herself, jittering evert now and then. Her little breaths were so... her. Rachel wanted to take over for her, but she figured a deal was a deal. Besides, she needed to take care of herself.

She pushed into herself from behind. "Ohhhh," she breathed. The pleasure was a welcome anesthetic, smothering the shame and fear that had plagued her all day. This was simple. It was a language she, Melly, and Leo understood perfectly. Realistically, it was what she'd wanted when she called him up. Lately, the only way she knew of to deal with her problems was to... fuck it out.

Melly’s free hand came up to knead her own breast through the red lace. Rachel mirrored that too, cupping her small breast. Her thumb brushing over her nipple, and she gasped. "Fuck," she said.