Her First Bolster

Eliza meets Gabbie at the door. “Legs giving you trouble?” she asks. Gabbie nods and admits every option on the menu sounds foreign. “Try the bolster massage,” Eliza says, and Gabbie agrees without hesitation. They step into a quiet room where soft music drifts. Gabbie strips and settles onto the table, thighs resting on the rounded pillow. Eliza’s hands glide over warm skin, kneading the long muscles of each thigh, then sliding the bolster lower to work the calves and arches of her feet. She moves upward again, palms gliding over Gabbie’s full breasts, thumbs circling each nipple until they stiffen. Gabbie rolls onto her stomach. The bolster now lifts her round ass, and Eliza’s fingers press firmly into soft cheeks, working down the backs of her legs. Gabbie moans, voice thick. “Feels incredible.” Eliza leans closer. “I can make it better.” Gabbie’s nod is answer enough. Oil-slick fingers slide between slick folds, rubbing slow circles over her clit. Then Eliza’s tongue traces lower, tasting the tight ring of her ass until Gabbie pushes back against her mouth. When Gabbie’s breathing turns ragged, Eliza sheds her clothes, climbs onto the table, and trades places—her own thighs resting on the bolster while Gabbie’s hands return every favor.