#Thinking of that chair in that pic of Agatha's bedroom

[ragnarockz]

187. "Use my thigh" (you may have awoken something in me last night)

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"Use my thigh...I can see you squirming over there, Vidal,"

Agnes was sitting in the chair in their bedroom, taking off her work clothes. She had pulled off her socks and pants, letting them gather on the floor. Vidal was standing across from her, watching the show as she had just got out of the shower and had headed back to the bedroom. She was standing in the doorway with her towel on, eyes hungry at the sight of the detective stripping away the work day.

"Are you sure? You don't wanna wait until after you shower?"

"Why? So you can get me all dirty after I get clean?"

Agnes scoffed as she slapped the top of her thighs with her hands. She sat back into the chair, waiting for Vidal to take her seat. She pushed her right leg out, an offering to the agent to take her place, stake her claim. Vidal dropped her towel at the doorway and Agnes whistled, sizing her up.

Vidal's hair was still damp, clinging around her face and shoulders. Her skin was pink and Agnes could smell her shampoo and shower gel from where she sat, clean still hanging on to her body.

"Now you're gonna get me all dirty after I got clean though, how is that fair, Daddy?"

Agnes sucked in her breath as her hand slowly traveled downwards, touching herself against her underwear. Vidal stopped as she stood in front of Agnes, looking down at her. She rolled her eyes playfully, smiling at the detective,

"Those wandering hands of yours are gonna get you in trouble one day..."

"Yeah, well...you know...hey, you can always shower again with me after since, you know, you didn't wait."

Vidal puckered her lips, nodding her head. So it was gonna be like that, huh? Two could play at that game.

The agent lowered herself down slowly, making sure Agnes was watching and, she was. Her eyes were glued to Vidal's breasts, not daring to look away. She felt the contact of her skin, the heat between her legs press firmly onto her bare thigh. Agnes sucked in another breath and let it out slowly, her hands fleeting from her crotch to grab at Vidal's hips.

"There goes those hands again, see? Told you."

"Yeah, yeah, Vidal...fuck...come on..."

Agnes whispered under her breath, pained already by the sensation of Vidal's already wet pussy on her thigh. This was always torture for her but always something she looked forward to. She wouldn't admit it, not outright, but she loved when Vidal took her spot and did nothing but tease her.

"Soooo impatient aren't you? Just relax, Daddy...let Mommy get your thigh all nice and soaked. You like that, don't you? You crave it."

Agnes moaned as her fingers pressed deeper into Vidal's hips, making the agent squirm. It was like a chain reaction; Agnes moaning meant it was Vidal's time to start up herself. Except, this time, she didn't stop.

She was rolling her hips, pressing down so hard Agnes could feel everything. Every. Little. Thing. She thought she was going to cum in her underwear right then and there. Pretty sure she drew blood on her lip from how hard she was biting down. And she couldn't look away, couldn't stop staring like a horny goddamn teenager at Vidal's breasts; bouncing ever so slightly with each grind.

All Agnes could do was watch; sit and watch and churn with want. It was torture. And Vidal was so fucking good at it, it made her mad. She blew out another breath, trying to keep herself in check as Vidal rocked a little harder, dug down a little deeper and then let out a piercing groan. Agnes' fingers let go, her hands falling from Vidal's hips.

Agent Vidal slumped forward a little, letting her orgasm wash over her. She bit down on her lip, let out a tiny little 'fuck' and then sat back up. She smiled lazily at Agnes; her gaze moving down to stare at the detectives hands.

"You gonna touch me, Daddy? Couldn't keep your eyes off of my tits, huh? Were you imagining them in your hands? Grabbing them? Pinching my-"

"Jesus, Vidal...fuck..."

Vidal's mouth opened, knowing she was right. Of course she was right. She knew exactly how Agnes' brain operated. She watched in pleasurable silence as Agnes' hands slowly traveled up her thighs, up Vidal's stomach to cup the underside of her breasts. Vidal let out a tiny moan, just enough to tip Agnes off. The look of defeat on Agnes face was enough to get her to start rolling her hips again; much slower this time. She was going to make the detective suffer just a little more.