Charlotte Stokely and Anissa Kate never planned to share a bed and breakfast. A delayed connection left them stranded together, and now they sit on the edge of a queen bed, legs brushing as they sip cheap wine from mismatched glasses. Charlotte rolls her neck, wincing. "Back’s killing me," she says. Anissa’s dark eyes linger on the slope of her shoulders. "I can help with that." She moves behind Charlotte, hands sliding beneath the thin cotton of her shirt. The first press of thumbs against tight muscle pulls a low sound from Charlotte’s throat. Anissa works slowly, kneading down the blonde’s spine until fabric gets in the way. Charlotte lifts her arms without being asked. The shirt comes off. Anissa’s palms glide over warm skin, tracing the curve beneath full, bare breasts before returning to the knots along her lower back. Charlotte leans into the touch, breath catching when fingertips slip under the waistband of her leggings. "I’m glad the flight’s delayed," Charlotte murmurs. Anissa’s lips hover at her ear. "So am I." She eases the leggings down, fingers brushing the soft hair between Charlotte’s thighs. Charlotte turns, eyes half-lidded, and pulls Anissa’s mouth to hers. The kiss deepens fast. Anissa’s hand cups one breast, thumb circling the tight nipple, while her other hand slips lower, parting Charlotte with two sure fingers. Charlotte gasps into her mouth, hips rocking as Anissa strokes her open, slow and deliberate. The room fills with wet sounds and quiet moans. Neither of them mentions the flight again.
Charlotte Stokely and Anissa Kate never planned to share a bed and breakfast. A delayed connection left them stranded together, and now they sit on the edge of a queen bed, legs brushing as they sip cheap wine from mismatched glasses. Charlotte rolls her neck, wincing. "Back’s killing me," she says. Anissa’s dark eyes linger on the slope of her shoulders. "I can help with that." She moves behind Charlotte, hands sliding beneath the thin cotton of her shirt. The first press of thumbs against tight muscle pulls a low sound from Charlotte’s throat. Anissa works slowly, kneading down the blonde’s spine until fabric gets in the way. Charlotte lifts her arms without being asked. The shirt comes off. Anissa’s palms glide over warm skin, tracing the curve beneath full, bare breasts before returning to the knots along her lower back. Charlotte leans into the touch, breath catching when fingertips slip under the waistband of her leggings. "I’m glad the flight’s delayed," Charlotte murmurs. Anissa’s lips hover at her ear. "So am I." She eases the leggings down, fingers brushing the soft hair between Charlotte’s thighs. Charlotte turns, eyes half-lidded, and pulls Anissa’s mouth to hers. The kiss deepens fast. Anissa’s hand cups one breast, thumb circling the tight nipple, while her other hand slips lower, parting Charlotte with two sure fingers. Charlotte gasps into her mouth, hips rocking as Anissa strokes her open, slow and deliberate. The room fills with wet sounds and quiet moans. Neither of them mentions the flight again.
