Her First Bolster

Eliza greeted Gabbie with a quick glance that held a promise. Gabbie smiled, shifting her weight, and confessed her legs ached. She asked what would ease the soreness best. Eliza floated a few choices, her eyes never leaving Gabbie's. The names sounded foreign, so Gabbie asked her to pick. "Bolster massage," Eliza said. The words came out like an order. Gabbie agreed without blinking. The private room hummed with soft music and dimmed light. Gabbie undressed, her bare skin catching the shadows, then climbed onto the table. The bolster slid beneath her thighs, tilting her hips upward. Eliza squeezed oil into her hands and worked it into the smooth flesh of those thighs, slow circles turning firmer, deeper, every muscle drawn tight then released. She slid the bolster lower, pressing her thumbs along Gabbie's calves, rolling knuckles over arches, pinching at toes. She reached higher again, fingers tracing beneath the swell of Gabbie's breasts, palms circling heavy, taut skin until nipples tightened against them. When Gabbie turned, chest pressed to the sheet, the bolster propped her ass higher than the rest of her. Eliza's oiled hands molded those round cheeks, pulling them apart, letting them slap back together, a wet sheen gleaming. Long strokes ran the length of each thigh, then the dip at the back of knees. Gabbie moaned, voice muffled, that it felt incredible. Eliza lowered her mouth close to Gabbie's ear and asked if she wanted more. A nod. Permission granted. Eliza slicked two fingers down the folds of Gabbie's cunt, found the heat, rubbed in tight rhythm until hips twitched. She dipped lower, spreading oil-slick across the tight ring of the asshole, tracing slow circles. Her tongue followed, broad and hot, flattening against the hole while her thumb kept working Gabbie's clit. When the moans thickened, Eliza stripped, stepped out of scrubs and bra, climbed onto the table herself. She flipped the bolster into position, laid back, let Gabbie see every inch offered in return. The bolster massaged two bodies now, tight moans trading places, skin sliding against skin until the night grew thick with sweat and perfume.