Once A Masseuse, Always A Masseuse

Laney Grey tells Octavia Red to keep her eyes closed. When Laney places the towels in her hands, Octavia looks down, confused. Then she sees her girlfriend in the skimpy white uniform of a masseuse, the fabric stretched tight over full breasts. Laney explains she noticed how much Octavia has been grinding lately and wants to take the tension away, the way she used to in her old job. Octavia lets Laney peel off her clothes until she stands naked on the towels. Warm oil slides between Laney’s palms and over Octavia’s skin. Every knot melts under those firm strokes. Soon the touch turns slower, hungrier. They press together, skin against skin, trading slow kisses while hands wander, worship, and linger.