Spa Staycation: Part One

Darcie had her suitcase packed and her mind on the coast when her dad bailed. Same old story. Bianca stood by the kitchen island, jaw tight, watching the canceled tickets light up her phone. She wasn't letting another vacation slip through her fingers. Darcie sulked on the couch in her travel tank and shorts. Bianca offered the only thing left: a massage. She wheeled the table out of the bedroom like a gamble she'd already decided to play. Oils from Darcie's bag sat lined on the counter, still tagged with airport prices. She stripped the sheet down and told Darcie to lie on her stomach. The first glide of warm lotion across Darcie's shoulders dragged a low hum from Bianca's throat. Her hands moved lower, thumbs dragging along the dip above Darcie's ass. Darcie murmured into the cushion but didn't stop her. Bianca's breath grew heavier. She parted Darcie's thighs with slow insistence until her thumbs grazed slick lips. No apology followed. She leaned in, pressed an open-mouth kiss to the crease where thigh meets cunt, and licked. Darcie jerked but stayed put. Bianca climbed onto the table, shedding her shirt, and swung a leg over Darcie's face. The 69 locked in fast. Tongues worked deep, hips rocked, fingers curled into the backs of thighs. Each time one moaned the other pressed harder, chasing wet heat. When Darcie came her thighs shook around Bianca's ears. Bianca followed seconds later, grinding down until her own legs gave out. Neither of them mentioned the beach again.