Sammie's welding torch hissed as she dragged it across the metal, sparks showering the concrete floor of the workshop like tiny stars. The heat clung to her skin, the protective mask doing little to stop the sweat from trickling down her neck. She had been at it for an hour, shaping the frame for her latest sculpture—Eros, sensually raw, iron and lace to be combined.
The workshop was a mess of half-finished projects, tools strewn about, and the scent of metal thick in the air.
She didn't hear the door creak open over the noise of the torch, but she sure as fuck felt the sudden hit as a finger poked through her pants into her butt cheeks. God, Callie never ceased to surprise her.
The safety switch cut off the welder. The ignition switch under her G-string turned on. Her clit tingled with regular private sparks.
Sammie went to lift the protective mask. Callie's fingers were there already. Her tongue hit her mouth at pace. Swirl and churn. Spit warmed. Delicate and enticing. A hint of mint. Yet intoxicatingly dangerous like swimming with a shark.
A mutual pause for breath, but hands found boobs to paw. Mutual chest butting.
Sammie squinted against the sudden brightness. Callie stood there in a fitted tank top and torn jeans, her dark hair tied up in a messy bun, her lips painted a deep red that made Sammie's stomach clench. There was something different about her today—something that made Sammie's pulse spike.
Maybe it was the way Callie's eyes raked over her, lingering on the sweat-slicked skin of her arms, the way her own lips parted slightly as she took in the sight of Sammie in nothing but her overalls, the straps hanging loose.
"Fuck," Callie breathed, dropping the strap, "You look like a damn fantasy."
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, though her voice came out rougher than she intended.
Callie smirked, kicking a stray wrench out of her way. "Came to see if you'd actually finish this thing before the exhibition."
She tilted her head, her gaze darkening as it dropped to Sammie's chest, where her tank top clung to her sweat-drenched skin. "But damn, I didn't expect anything as hot as you."
Hand through Sammie's hair, "I help you finish, when I finish you."
Sammie swallowed hard. She should've been annoyed, should've told Callie to get the hell out before she got too distracted. But the way Callie was looking at her—like she was starving, like she wanted to devour her whole—made Sammie's skin burn. Plus, Callie had her fingers inside her knickers. One digit slipping into her private liquid repository.
The workshop's silence was broken by a puck, slush, puck sound; as wetness, a flesh channel and a finger combined.
Callie never waited for an invitation. Sammie gasped as Callie's mouth crashed into hers, hot and demanding. The taste of her was intoxicating—mint and something sweet, like candy, mixed with the faint metallic tang of the workshop. Sammie moaned into the kiss, her hands flying to Callie's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed flush together. Nipples meeting like regular friends.
Callie's fingers worked at the straps of Sammie's overalls, tugging them down her shoulders with a roughness that made Sammie's knees weak. The overalls pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her tank top and boots.
"Fuck girl, you are sexy hot, in knickers and fuckin' boots."
Callie's hands slid up her thighs, her nails scraping lightly over Sammie's skin before hooking into the waistband of her skimpy red panties.
"Sweet Jesus, you're drenched already," Callie murmured against Sammie's lips, her fingers pressing against the damp fabric between Sammie's legs.
Sammie whimpered, "Uh-huh, mmm, uhh, mmm," her hips jerking forward involuntarily.
Callie didn't waste time. She dropped to her knees, yanking Sammie's panties down in one swift motion with her teeth. Sammie's breath came in short gasps as Callie's hot breath ghosted over her pussy, her tongue flicking out to taste her in slow, deliberate, slick licks. Girly pleats spread and melted into regular direct tongue sweeps.
"Oh fuck—!" Sammie's back arched, her fingers tangling in Callie's hair as Callie's mouth sealed over her clit, sucking hard. Her nub quivered, a shaky tremble through her inner thighs.
Callie's fingers joined the assault, two of them sliding inside Sammie with a roughness, but Sammie loved it. She rode Callie's face possessed, her hips stuttering as Callie's tongue worked her in tight, demanding circles. The broadest sweeps. Flat and wide. Catching every fold and niche of delicate petals, opening pinkness to its natural climax, seeking max.
Callie pulled back just long enough to peel her own shirt off, tossing it aside before shimmying out of her jeans. She was naked beneath them, her body toned and flushed, her own puffy pussy glistening with need.
Sammie's mouth watered at the sight.
"Get down here," said Callie, yanking Sammie by her hair.
Her friend pushed her onto the workbench, letting her ass hit the cold metal with a sharp tacky wetness.
Sammie was between her legs, her tongue diving into Callie's dripping artistic centrepiece with a hunger that surprised even herself. Her tip sliding in and out of her friend's love nest of enjoyment.
Callie cried out, her thighs trembling as Sammie's tongue fucked into her, her fingers replacing her mouth as she lapped at Callie's clit. Callie's taste was sweet, musky, so heady.
She moaned against Callie's skin, her own pussy throbbing with need as she ate her out with long, slow licks, savouring every whimper, every gasp that escaped Callie's lips.
"You little slut, you know the spot. Stay there. Oohh, yes, oohh there. Ahhh!"
Callie's hands gripped Sammie's hair, her hips bucking against her face as Sammie's fingers curled inside her, rubbing against that perfect spot that made Callie's entire body tense.
"Fuck—fuck—Sammie, right there— Aahh! There. Aahh, there!"
Sammie didn't let up. Applied her tongue as a blow torch of desire. Her finger rimming her friend's cute freckle chute.
She curled her fingers deeper, her tongue swirling around Callie's cupid bead in relentless circles, driving her higher and higher until Callie's thighs locked around her head, her back arching off the bench as she came with a broken scream.
"Orrgh! Fuck! Orrgh!"
Sammie didn't stop. She kept licking, kept fingering her through the orgasm, drawing out every last shudder, every last moan. Thigh quivering delight.
Only when Callie's body went limp did Sammie pull back, her lips swollen, her chin glistening with Callie's arousal.
Callie's chest heaved as she reached for Sammie, pulling her up into another kiss.
"Taste yourself, sweetie."
And she did.