Idle Fantasies: Center Of Attention

Spencer Bradley barely looks at mirrors, let alone makes herself the center of anything. Now this adorably awkward scientist needs a killer dress for the biggest speech of her career, so she books an appointment with Penny Barber. Penny takes one look and wants her. Bad. But she keeps it cool and pulls out the measuring tape like a professional. Spencer wants something plain. Nothing flashy. Penny calls bullshit immediately. "You mean you flew all the way to this convention just to hide in the back? Fuck that. Tonight's yours." She starts taking measurements, Spencer still wearing everything. "Need you to lose that shirt," Penny says, already working the buttons. Spencer's face burns. Off comes the shirt, then the bra for "proper measurement," Penny claims, when really she's just staring at those perky tits like she's at a buffet. "Stand still," Penny murmurs, sliding her hands around Spencer's waist. Her fingers brush bare breast skin way longer than necessary. Spencer whimpers and Penny smiles. "You're flushed. Cute." By the time Penny's tape wraps Spencer's hips she has Spencer in just panties. Then the lace comes off too. "Accuracy," Penny says, deadpan, while kneeling to measure the inseam and casually cupping a handful of ass to hold her steady. She gets Spencer talking about her work. Every time Spencer stutters and says "it's not that important," Penny reaches up from where she's knelt and rubs the scientist's clit through her open legs. "Tell me again how they chose you to keynote, genius." The steady petting has Spencer visibly wet. When Penny swaps the tape for her tongue Spencer can't even form the word "please" before she's coming with a strangled cry, thighs shaking around Penny's cheeks. An hour later Spencer's on the fitting-room couch sucking Penny's nipple while three of Penny's fingers work deep inside her. She's babbling about equations she can't remember through orgasm number three. When Penny steps into the strap-on harness Spencer actually claps like a dork, then moans loud enough to be heard down the hall as the thick silicone stretches her open. Every thrust makes her voice crack. Every time Penny tells her she's beautiful being the center of attention, Spencer answers with another soaked orgasm, convinced she'll never say "it's not important" again.