How's The View?

Little Puck shows up extra early with Octavia Red to hang streamers and shove balloons around an empty office for their buddy’s big send-off. Octavia grabs the step-ladder, hops onto the third rung, and stretches high, stretching that tight skirt right up the back of her thighs. Little Puck catches a straight-shot updraft and sees the thin strap of a lacy red thong tucked between Octavia’s cheeks. Heat hits her like a shot of espresso. Every time Octavia bends, rearranges, or reaches again, Little Puck steals another glance, heart hammering. Minutes later Octavia catches her staring outright, knees parted, mouth open. She pauses, glances down, then grins. “Like the view?” The question hangs in the fluorescent light, and before Little Puck can stammer anything clever, Octavia hops off the ladder, steps in, and kisses her quick and dirty against the desk. Streamers drift down while both pairs of hands get busy, pulling the thong sideways and yanking skirts up for a fast, frantic office hook-up, lungs sharing the same breathy laugh.