You Two Are Lucky

Vina Sky and Harley Haze walk into the parlor holding hands, both small brunettes with natural curves and big, soft tits pressing against thin tops. Their smiles give them away; they’re mad about each other. Shay Sights, older and more guarded, meets them at the door. She watches the easy way they touch and wishes she’d had the nerve when she was their age. Instead she’s kept everything hidden, the pride tucked away where no one could see. Once the girls are on the table, Shay’s oiled hands move over their bare skin, slow and careful. They feel the quiet longing in her touch and answer it. “You can be out too,” they murmur. Shay shakes her head, says the moment has passed. Vina and Harley look at each other, then at her, and offer something warmer than words: an invitation into their bodies and their afternoon. Shay hesitates only a second before she climbs onto the table with them. Hands slide. Tongues meet. The three women find a rhythm that’s both generous and greedy. Fingers slip inside, curl, press. Mouths taste salt and lotion. Big, bare tits rub together, slick with oil. Every stroke is answered; every moan is met. For once Shay doesn’t hold anything back, and the girlfriends keep her present, keep her loud, until the quiet room is filled with the sound of three women who finally have nothing left to hide.