Renovation Flirtation

Cami Strella answers her door expecting some dusty contractor guy and gets Andylynn Payne instead. Tan skin, curves poured into a cutoff tank and paint-splattered Daisy Dukes so tiny they ride every movement. Tool belt slung low on her hips. "Measurements first," Andylynn says with a grin that promises nothing but trouble. Tape measure in hand, she drops into squats, bends at the waist, stretches across every corner. Fabric rides. Cami watches thighs flex, ass framed in denim, then the flash of smooth skin where the shorts ride up. Sweat beads at Andylynn’s lower back. Every lean forward puts Cami eye-level with deep cleavage. On the fourth bent-over angle check, Andylynn glances back and catches the stare. Smile turns wicked. "Guess we both like what we see." She sets the tape aside. "Coffee break?" Two steps forward, one hand on Cami’s hip, the other popping the top button of those shorts. Cami tugs her inside, door clicks shut, and every unfinished measurement in the living room waits while the two of them get very thoroughly acquainted across the couch.