The Sitter - part I.

She sank onto the couch and flicked the remote, but the channel already lit the screen with bodies moving. Her breath caught. Heat climbed fast between her legs, so she slipped a hand beneath her skirt and pressed her fingers where the woman on-screen did. Shy at first, she matched each slow stroke, hips rolling with quiet hunger, every touch pulling her deeper into the flicker of skin and sound.