Where are My Clothes?

Karlee Grey sits in the massage room, waiting. Casey Ballerini walks in, takes one look at her, and tells her to strip and head to the shower. She lingers, watching too long. Karlee narrows her eyes. "You plan on staying while I undress?" Casey smiles, leaves, and Karlee peels off her clothes. She wraps a towel around herself and steps under the warm spray. Water runs down her skin in steady streams, tracing every curve. Back in the room, Casey moves fast. She gathers Karlee's clothes and hides them. When Karlee returns, towel still damp, nothing is where she left it. "Probably the maid," Casey says. "I'll check." She returns with the story that someone's already on it, and offers a free massage to make up for the trouble. Karlee hesitates. She doesn't like being touched like that. Casey presses—says she's wound tight and could use it. Karlee gives in, drops the towel, and lies down. Casey starts at her feet, works her way up. When her hands reach Karlee's ass, Karlee shifts. "You're getting a little familiar." Casey says it's part of the massage, tells her to relax. Karlee's body starts to give in. She asks for more pressure. Casey grips harder. Karlee turns over and guides Casey's hands to her tits, then lower. Casey strokes her slowly at first, then with intent. Karlee sits up and undresses Casey. She pulls her onto the table. Their mouths meet. Hands move without pause. They press close, skin to skin, taking their time.