Rebound Masseuse

Kasey Warner is on the phone with her boyfriend, fighting again, when he calls her boring in bed. That's the last straw. She’s stayed loyal, turned down chance after chance, and for what? The line goes dead. Tara Ashley steps into the room and freezes—clearly she heard the tail end. She offers to come back later, but Kasey waves her in, insisting she’s fine. Then her eyes linger. Tara is gorgeous—brunette hair falling over her shoulders, breasts natural and full—and Kasey feels the old promise she made to herself spark: the next person she sees, she fucks. She tells Tara to strip, watching every movement. When Tara stretches out on the table, Kasey asks for the panties too. Tara hesitates, says she’d rather keep them on. Kasey starts the massage anyway, pouring oil so it spills across Tara’s back and soaks straight through the thin cotton. An apology, then the panties are gone before Tara can argue. Hands glide lower, cupping ass that was never on the menu. Tara shifts, uneasy. Kasey suggests she flip onto her back. Once there, palms slide over Tara’s tits, thumbs circling until the protest comes—soft, uncertain. Kasey keeps going, fingers dipping between her legs, slick with oil and heat. Tara’s thighs tense, then ease open. A breath catches. Another follows. The tension melts into something slower, wetter, until Tara’s hips lift to meet every stroke and the first rush of wetness coats Kasey’s fingers.