Skin On Skin

Luci Q couldn’t stop fidgeting. In the quiet waiting room, her fingers slipped under the hem of her towel, rubbing quick circles over her clit while she pictured the woman on the other side of the door. Every minute dragged, and she was already wet. Kit stepped in soon after, smelling like warm oil and sunscreen. She started at Luci’s shoulders, kneading with slow, firm palms. The blonde sank into the heated table, nipples tightening under her. Kit moved lower, then lifted one of Luci’s ankles and brought the foot to her mouth, tongue gliding over the arch, teeth grazing the ball. Luci gasped; her free hand gripped the sheet. Kit shed her robe. Her full, freckled tits hung heavy, nipples already stiff. She drizzled oil straight onto them, let it run down her stomach, then climbed onto the table. Chest to back, she dragged those slick breasts the length of Luci’s spine, down again, around the curve of each hip. The pressure was soft but constant, the slide obscene. When Kit finally rolled Luci onto her back, the redhead’s fingers parted slick folds, thumb rolling over Luci’s swollen clit while her tongue traced lower. She pressed the flat of it against the tight ring of muscle, then eased one finger inside, slow and steady. Luci pushed down to take it deeper, breath catching each time Kit’s knuckle pressed past. They shifted again, bodies tangled head to toe. Luci buried her face between Kit’s thighs at the same moment Kit’s tongue flicked back over her own clit. The room filled with wet sounds and the occasional low moan, the air thick with oil and heat. Luci came first, thighs shaking around Kit’s ears; Kit followed seconds later, hips rolling hard against Luci’s mouth before both women stilled, breathing hard on sweat-slick skin.