Corporate Massage

Lily Rader smoothed the sheet across the massage table when her boss, Samantha Haynes, stepped into the room. Lily thanked her for organizing the corporate massage day and told her she'd already had eight clients. When Lily asked why Samantha hadn't booked herself a slot, Samantha said work had swallowed her whole. Lily laughed and called her ridiculous. After all, it was her idea. Reluctantly, Samantha agreed to five minutes. Lily pressed her thumbs into Samantha's shoulders and felt the knots resist. Her fingers traveled lower, stopping at the waistband of Samantha's skirt. "Take it off," Lily suggested. "It'll be easier to reach everything." Samantha hesitated, worried someone might walk in. Lily promised no one interrupted her mid-session, so Samantha stripped the skirt, climbed onto the table, and lay prone. Lily worked the muscles of her back, digging deep where the tension lingered. She reached for the oil bottle and said the bra had to come off too. Samantha didn't move, so Lily unhooked it and slipped it away. When Lily's hands dipped to her ass, Samantha stiffened, then sighed as Lily kneaded away the hidden knots. Lily slid lower, parting her thighs, massaging the swollen folds. Samantha murmured that she should get back to work. Lily insisted they were only halfway done and told her to turn over. On her back, Samantha watched Lily's slick fingers find her clit, stroking and circling until her breath broke and she came hard. Lily stripped fast, climbed between her legs, and licked her open-mouthed until Samantha cried out into her palm. Lily swung over her, grinding down in steady rolls until both women were slick and gasping. Then Lily straddled Samantha's face, hips rocking, soaking her mouth while she came again. When Lily finally slid off, Samantha lay loose-limbed, skin flushed, muttering about scheduling another after-hours appointment.