Gift Goof

Ameena Green lounged on the sofa with her legs tucked under her, phone pressed to her ear. "Yeah, I got Anna this massage table for a surprise," she murmured, lips curving with mischief. "She rubs other people all day. Tonight I'm the one in charge." Her friend chuckled but warned her not to pull a muscle. Ameena laughed it off, said she could handle it, and clicked off to fetch the gift. By sundown the table stood ready in the bedroom, folded out, sleek and new. Ameena dragged herself beside it and rolled her shoulders, wincing, then straightened as the front door clicked open. Anna Claire Clouds stepped in, took one look and stopped dead. "Babe? What's all this?" Ameena bit her lip. "Wanted to give you a treat. New table, my hands, real sensual..." She shifted and winced again. "Only, that damn box weighed more than it looked. Think I tweaked my back." Anna’s smile softened into worry. She rubbed the small of Ameena’s spine. "Poor thing." Ameena leaned into the touch and asked shyly if Anna would rub the knot loose. Anna didn’t hesitate. She guided Ameena onto the table, oil warming between her palms. Fingers slid under her shirt, slick and deliberate, coaxing knots to yield. Ameena’s breath loosened, each stroke sinking deeper, drifting lower. Soon the pressure changed—kneading gave way to lingering caresses that traced the curve of her ass and up her spine. A playful pinch made Ameena buck. Fingers teased ribs, then slid forward to cup her tits. Ameena laughed breathlessly, grabbed Anna’s wrist, pulled her closer. Clothes came off quick. Oil-slick bodies pressed together, mouth meeting skin, moans catching between kisses. Anna’s slick thigh slid between Ameena’s. They rocked, ground, biting at sweat-dampened shoulders, building until nothing remained but raw need and the steady creak of the new table beneath them.