Cafe au lait

A blonde stretches across the cafe table. She takes her time slipping the black bra straps off each shoulder, lets the silk fall away. Her nipples tighten in the cool air. One hand drifts between her legs, fingers sliding over the lace of her panties, pressing, circling, soaking the fabric. She lifts her hips to slide the panties down, kicks them aside. Now she’s bare. Her middle finger sinks in first, slow, deep, then two. She bites her lip, eyes half-closed, breath quickening. The brunette beside her watches every movement, sipping her coffee, already wet. Miriam adds another finger, curls them, works herself open until her thighs tremble. A soft moan slips out. She pulls her fingers free, glistening, and brings them to her mouth, tasting herself while the brunette leans in closer, ready to take over.