Let's Get You Warmed Up

Sheena Ryder paced the empty studio, phone clutched in one hand. Ten past the hour. She set the device down and checked her oils a second time. The door creaked open. A soaked Ailee Anne stepped inside, hair plastered to her neck, mascara streaked under both eyes. \"I\'m so sorry,\" Ailee said, teeth chattering. \"Rain caught me two blocks from here.\" Sheena softened. \"You\'re freezing. Let me help. I\'ll add hot stones after the base massage, free of charge.\" Ailee nodded, peeling off each drenched layer until she stood bare under a towel. Lying facedown on the warm sheet, she let Sheena pat the water from her skin. Sheena squeezed a stripe of warming gel across her shoulders. The thick liquid spread under palms, leaving a faint tingle wherever it touched. Heat seeped in when she set smooth basalt stones along Ailee\'s spine, then paired smaller stones down each thigh. Minutes passed. The weight melted tension from Ailee\'s muscles. Sheena slid the stones back and forth, gliding them between shoulder blades, around hip crests, across the perfect round of Ailee\'s ass. Every pass sent warmer shivers beneath the skin. A small sound slipped from Ailee when the stones brushed the cleft of her ass again. Sheena paused, thumb circling slowly along the soft curve. Then she spoke low: \"I could finish this a different way, make the heat reach everywhere.\" A soft \"please\" was all it took. Sheena\'s touch turned deliberate. She spread Ailee wider, pressed one smooth stone under the curve of her cheek while slick fingers found swollen lips. The first glide over Ailee\'s clit drew an audible gasp. Back arched, thighs twitched. Sheena turned Ailee onto her back, placed fresh stones over each breast. Ailee\'s nipples pebbled against the hot curves. Fingers left the stones and cupped each breast, kneading with long pulls. Then the mouth replaced fingers. Hot breath, then the wet slide of tongue—slow laps that parted Ailee, teeth giving the lightest graze. Ailee\'s hips rose to meet her. Sheena worked lower, sucked the swollen clit, then buried her tongue, tasting salt and arousal. Aille moaned, fingers gripping the sheet. Sheena pulled back, stripped. White uniform blouse and slacks dropped to the tile. Skin flushed, she climbed onto the table, knees bracketing Ailee\'s hips. Their bodies met—slick, warm, slick again—sharing heat without space to lose it.