Lesbian Workout Stories: The Cooldown

Aj Applegate kicks off her sneakers. Jessa’s panting behind her, peeling socks, yoga pants, everything straight to the tile. Aj eyes her curves before they’re even in the shower. The hot water drums. Naked skin. Steam blurs the mirror. Aj peels her own waistband aside, fingers working while she watches. Soap trails over perfect tits, down Jessa’s ass. Aj licks her own bottom lip and rubs harder. The mirror flashes. Jessa has her too. Eyes lock. Both smiling. Jessa kills the water, wraps the towel low, steps into the room. Aj bolts for the couch but the grin on Jessa’s face says she’s busted. “Seen enough?” Jessa asks, dropping the towel. Aj tries, “I was just…”, but Jessa’s already pulling the tank off, pressing lips to hers. “Friends fuck, babe. Stop pretending.” Pants gone. Jessa’s tongue on Aj’s nipple, fingers sliding, wet and deliberate. Aj stops thinking. She shoves Jessa onto the couch, straddles her face, moans when Jessa licks her. Legs hook, hips grind—scissor, thrust, slap of skin and breath. Sweat mixes. They ride each other until thighs shake and the couch cushions squeak with every climax. Endorphins pound like another round of reps they both forgot they needed.