Stressedout's Intake 62: Unseen Delights
As the steel door clangs shut behind them, the new arrivals are left alone in the stark, fluorescent-lit intake room. One inmate, a sultry brunette, notices the stress lines etched onto her cellmate's face. Seeking to ease her companion's tension, she softly trails her fingers up the other woman's arm, feeling the goosebumps that erupt beneath her touch. The brunette's hand continues its journey, gliding down her cellmate's side, her fingers lingering at the hem of her jumpsuit. With a hesitant glance around the empty room, she slips her hand underneath, her fingers seeking out the heat between her cellmate's legs. The room fills with the soft sounds of their shared relief and the rustle of fabric as their bodies press together in a dance of forbidden desire.