Brandy arrives home; tired from the walk, a little hot and sticky from the outside conditions of the evening. She's still a little droopy-ed from sharing that blunt with the janitor from across the street. Nikki is in the kitchen, no doubt rocking Brandy's slides and giddy inside from her boo being home. She'd hide her true excitement in order to keep Brandy wanting. She loved to keep Brandy on the edge. That's where she had the most fun with her. A smirk faded as she called out. "Hey baby," She leaves the rest of dinner on the stove. Its almost done.
Brandy meets her half way; an innocent smooch takes place. "How was your day?" Nikki asks. Brandy utters 'it wasn't bad,' as usual, while she leans up against the wall. Nikki has on tights, this isn't unusual; she's panty-less, again not unusual. These tights though, were the change in this equation. They were bubble gum pink, kind of sheer; her pump brown cheeks caught with the circles in Brandy's eyes. A tingle reached from the tip of Brandy's clit, down to her toenails. She squeezed her legs together. Nikki realized there was an odd silence in the kitchen and turned to see that her lover's gaze was stuck in a direction below her waist.
"Brandy," Nikki said, trying to rouse Brandy's brain-strain. Brandy slightly frowned, "Sorry, just...never saw those tights before."