Nice To SEE You

Madi's shoulder had been killing her for days. Octavia showed up with her table and a bottle of oil, said she could fix it. First time for this kind of touch, so Madi peeled off her clothes like she was told. Flat on her stomach, bare skin against the sheet, she felt the first warm trickle slide down her spine. Octavia's hands started steady. Knots gave way under her thumbs, then her palms swept lower. Lower still. When fingers brushed the curve of Madi's ass, Madi's breath caught, but the pressure felt too good to question. Oil glistened over small, firm breasts once Madi rolled onto her back. Pink nipples tightened in the cool air. Octavia's gaze lingered, professional mask slipping. They met halfway for the kiss. Soft at first, then open-mouthed and hungry. Octavia's slick fingers found Madi's shaved lips, parted them, stroked until Madi arched and whimpered. Clothes came off fast after that. Skin on skin, oil between them, red hair falling across pale tits while mouths and hands roamed. Every new touch pulled a sharper sound from Madi, and neither of them tried to stay quiet.