155 Words: Perfume
by Dasha K

May squirted herself with perfume and Scully watched in fascination as the cloud of mist
descended upon her golden skin. If I could only be the perfume, she thought.

She moved to May and sniffed her neck, the scent of lemongrass and thyme flooding her
senses.

Moving down her back, Scully caught a trace of Ivory soap and the merest hint of sweat.
She reached the bottom of May's skirt and sinking to her knees, pushed it up.

May started to laugh, but dropped her lipstick as Scully pulled off her panties.

Re-emerging from beneath May's skirt, she smiled.  "That's my favorite scent."

Her hand shaking, May realized there was no way she was going to finish her make-up.  So
she pushed Scully's head back under her skirt, not caring that they were in the bathroom
of a dance club.

Scully knelt on the tile floor, ignoring the aching of her knees.  Who cared when her
tongue was buried in her favorite place.

Better than any perfume, she thought, as she made May shiver.

End


Dasha K.

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