An Early Appointment

Samantha slipped into the massage room ten minutes early and stopped cold. Empty table. No Stephanie. Water running. Stephanie stood under the spray, naked, rinsing off the last client’s oil until her own fingers slid between her slick folds and started working. She drove two fingers deep, knuckles glistening, while sharp little moans bounced off the tiles and came back louder. She braced one hand on the wall, hips jerking, chasing it until she came in a quick, wet shudder. When Stephanie stepped out wrapped in a towel, Samantha was already on the table. Stephanie warmed the oil between her palms, then worked it slow and slippery over Samantha’s shoulders, down her spine, across the curve of her ass. Her hands slid forward, cupping full tits, thumbs flicking stiff nipples until Samantha moaned and told her to lose the robe. Stephanie let it drop. Skin to skin, they moved to the bed. Kisses turned hungry—teeth, tongues, open mouths—while Stephanie’s hand stayed busy between Samantha’s legs. When her mouth finally replaced her fingers, she licked in long, deliberate strokes, sucking the swollen clit, tongue fucking the dripping cunt until Samantha’s thighs shook and she came with a broken cry. Stephanie kept licking through it, fingers pumping, until she followed her over, grinding against Samantha’s thigh, both of them panting and slick with sweat and oil.