Learning from M.O.M. - May and Caroline (2/3) (Patreon)

The next evening, the neighbor’s kitchen light was still glowing like a taunt when Caroline and May stood in front of the full-length mirror in their living room, completely bare.

This time the clients had specifically requested them bare — nothing at all, no clothes, no shoes, no accessories. Just soft skin and nervous excitement.

May hesitated at first, arms instinctively crossing over her chest as she stared at her own reflection. “Aree we really going out like this? Completely bare?” Her voice was quieter than usual, a small flicker of doubt in her eyes. “It feels… really exposed.”

Caroline stepped closer, gently uncrossing May’s arms and giving her hands a reassuring squeeze. “I know, sweetheart. It feels bold even for us. But they were very clear — bare only tonight. No fabric, nothing to hide behind.” She offered a soft, encouraging smile. “We can still back out if you want. Just say the word.”

May bit her lip, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. After a long second she let out a shaky breath and nodded. “No… I want to do it. For the kitchen. For us.” A tiny, brave smile finally broke through. “Just… feels weird knowing we’re walking out the door with nothing on underneath.”

Before they left the house, they slipped on long coats — light trench coats that fell to mid-thigh, belted loosely at the waist. It was enough to look normal from the outside, just two women heading out for the evening. No one in the quiet Petalburg neighborhood would suspect what was hidden beneath: two completely bare bodies, hearts already beating faster at the secret thrill.

“Ready?” Caroline asked, hand on the doorknob.

May took one last deep breath, then nodded, a spark of excitement returning to her eyes. “Let’s go make some serious counter-top money.”

Club Aurora welcomed them like old favorites.

The moment they stepped through the frosted doors, they paused just inside the entrance. With a quick glance around to make sure no one else was watching, both women unbelted their coats and let them slide off their shoulders. They handed the coats to the attendant without a word.

Completely bare now, heads turned instantly. Low whistles, appreciative murmurs, and the soft clink of glasses pausing mid-toast filled the warm vanilla-scented air. The same woman in the red dress practically floated over, eyes sparkling with delight.

“Oh my goodness, you two really delivered.No props, no teasing fabric… just pure, beautiful skin.” She gave them both a slow, approving once-over and winked. “You’re going to be very, very popular.”

She led them straight into a larger private room they hadn’t seen before. Several well-dressed men in tailored shirts and slacks lounged on wide leather couches and deep armchairs, drinks in hand. Their eyes lit up the instant the pair entered, completely bare and unashamed.

“There they are,” one older gentleman said, voice rich with approval. “Our beautiful natural duo.”

May struck a playful pose, one hand on her hip, chest out, completely exposed. Caroline mirrored her, letting the men drink them in.

They posed for a few minutes — turning slowly, arching their backs, bending just enough to draw hungry stares. Phones came out for polite clicks. Compliments flowed like the expensive whiskey being poured.

After a few minutes the lights dimmed to a sultry amber glow. Music shifted to something slow and throbbing. Caroline found herself guided onto the lap of a silver-haired man with kind eyes and very expensive cologne. May was pulled gently onto the wide couch beside a younger, athletic-looking gentleman who couldn’t stop smiling at her.

There was nothing to hide behind this time. Skin met skin immediately. Hands explored freely. Mouths teased. Soft gasps and quiet moans mixed with the low rumble of male voices praising how tight, how sweet, how perfect they felt.

At one point Caroline was riding slow and deep, head tilted back, breasts bouncing with every roll of her hips. Across from her, May was on all fours on the couch, the younger man thrusting into her from behind while she braced herself on the cushions, her own breasts swaying beneath her.

Their eyes met.

May reached out, fingers stretching until Caroline caught her hand and held it tight. Their palms pressed together, fingers laced, grounding each other even as pleasure rolled through them in hot waves.

May’s voice came out breathy, almost a whimper, but her words were clear:

“We’re really doing this.”

Caroline squeezed her hand harder, riding faster now, voice husky with arousal and something fiercer.

“Yes. We’re doing this. For the kitchen… and for us.”

The main room had emptied out a little, but the two men who had booked them weren’t finished yet.

They guided Caroline and May through a side door into a dimly lit bedroom suite at the back of the club.

A huge bed dominated the space — soft white sheets, plenty of room, and low golden lighting that made everything feel even more intimate.

“Both of you on the bed,” the silver-haired gentleman said, voice smooth and commanding. “On your hands and knees. Side by side.”

Caroline’s heart skipped. She glanced at May, who gave her a tiny, excited nod.

They climbed onto the mattress together, knees sinking into the plush bedding.They settled shoulder-to-shoulder, hips raised high, backs arched just the way the men liked.

Two pairs of strong hands settled on their waists at the same moment.

Caroline felt the older man line up behind her first — thick, hot, pressing against her slick entrance. At the exact same second, the younger man did the same to May. Both women gasped in perfect unison as they were filled slowly, deeply, in one smooth push.

They started moving at the same rhythm — in and out in perfect sync. Every thrust pushed them forward together, then pulled them back. Their bare bodies rocked in unison, breasts swaying, skin slapping softly against skin.

“He’s so deep—!” May whimpered, voice breaking on every thrust.

“I know” Caroline panted.

Their moans melted into one long, desperate cry that echoed off the walls.

The men groaned, hips stuttering, and emptied themselves deep inside both at the same time.

For a long moment the only sounds were heavy breathing and the soft creak of the bed.

Still joined, still trembling, Caroline and May stayed on all fours, foreheads almost touching, hands still tightly clasped.

May’s voice was small, breathless, and utterly satisfied.

“…That was intense.”

Caroline let out a shaky laugh.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “And we’re definitely getting that granite countertop now.”