Swim Team Seduction

Laney Grey and Jessie Saint walk straight in from swim practice, still damp in their suits, too tired to change. Their coach has worked them hard. Muscles ache and shoulders tighten. They settle on Jessie's bed, hesitating only a second before one offers to rub the other down. Jessie's back comes first. Laney’s hands move over tight skin, fingers pressing into the shoulders, sliding along the arms, drifting lower. Heat builds under each slow stroke. Jessie's breathing shifts, softer, quicker. They both feel it, that new spark beneath the fatigue. Laney’s suit comes off next, tossed aside. Jessie takes her turn, palms gliding over pale breasts and flat stomach, fingers dipping between spread thighs. Mouths replace hands. Tongues find wet heat, drawing low sounds that echo off the quiet walls. Blonde hair brushes inner thighs, brunette strands cling to flushed skin. They lick and suck until every trace of the pool fades, leaving only the sweet, urgent pulse of two girls giving each other exactly what the body needs.