Treating Ourselves

Ella and Shiri lounge poolside at the resort, kaftans sliding off to show their swimsuits. They rub lotion into each other's skin, slow and heavy-handed, until Shiri leans in with a grin and tells her they booked a masseuse named Christy Love. The woman arrives and they can't stop looking at her. Shiri murmurs that they plan to find out which way she swings. Christy starts with Ella on the table, still in her suit, face down over the bolster, and works her shoulders, back, ass. Shiri watches, then takes over, copying the strokes while Christy corrects her grip. "Cute butt," Christy says, and the words hang there like a dare. Shiri strips next. "Is it okay if I lose the bikini? I want the full deal." Christy nods, cool but careful, and once the suit hits the tiles Shiri settles on the bolster, her cock resting in plain view. Ella oils her hands and works Shiri the way Christy showed her, skin against skin, moving lower each pass. The air thickens. When Ella switches places she peels her own suit off, cock on display the second she stretches across the bolster. Christy keeps demonstrating, but her breathing has changed. Shiri and Ella exchange a quick glance. The next touch lands somewhere between massage and caress. Christy stops pretending not to notice. They kiss her at the same time, mouths hungry, and any last boundary burns away. Christy yields without another word, hands sliding down to find them both hard and ready, while Shiri and Ella steer her toward whatever comes next.