The Masseuse's POV

Brett Rossi opened the door and smiled at Lena Anderson. Her new client said she had a sore back. Brett ushered her inside, helped her out of her clothes, then cupped those perky little breasts while sliding the rest off. Lena stood there bare while Brett inspected her shoulders and spine, noting the tight spots. They moved to the table. Brett climbed on first, knelt over her, stretched her arms and hips with firm, deliberate pulls, then turned her face-down onto the white sheet. Lena kept her panties on when the massage started. Brett poured warm oil over her shoulders, down her spine, letting it pool above the elastic. “Tacos,” she asked casually, “with or without lettuce?” Lena told her it didn’t matter. The room felt hot, so Brett stripped off her shirt and bra and tossed them aside. Her bare nipples brushed Lena’s skin as she crawled up and straddled the client’s ass. She rocked her torso back and forth, slicking her own chest across Lena’s oiled back while bragging that she’d just finished massage school the week before. Brett hooked her fingers into the waistband. “These are in the way,” she whispered, and peeled the panties down. More oil went straight onto Lena’s round cheeks, thumbs working deep, palms parting the flesh. One finger slipped lower and traced the seam of her lips. “So much tension here,” Brett murmured. She stood, shucked her own bottoms, then mounted Lena again, chest sliding over slick skin. When her hips turned, she pressed her pussy to the small of Lena’s back and rocked in tight circles, calling it a “professional move.” Lena seemed nervous, so Brett promised she could feel the knot of stress lodged deeper still. The session, she warned, would run long. She kissed her way down the cleft of Lena’s ass, spread her, and sealed her mouth over the swollen clit. Her tongue worked steady, slow laps until Lena arched. Then Brett flipped, settled cunt-to-cunt, and rolled her hips until Lena shuddered and came. She didn’t give Lena time to catch her breath. She climbed over her face, planted her knees by Lena’s ears, and rode the trembling tongue until she broke, thighs shaking, juices spilling onto soft, parted lips.