Bi-Weekly Relaxation

Bella Rolland lay naked on the table, skin warm under Lexi Luna's hands. Both women carried the same tremor: Bella had never been touched like this for money, and Lexi had never worked without supervision since school. Lexi’s voice stayed calm, even while her pulse jumped, as she asked Bella to strip completely. Bella flushed, let each layer fall, and relaxed only when she met Lexi’s steady eyes. Once Bella settled onto her stomach, Lexi poured oil and began. Long strokes eased across Bella’s shoulders, down the tight sweep of her back, then lower. Muscles yielded. Bella sighed, then spoke. Her boyfriend never noticed her anymore—never kissed her like he meant it, never fucked her the way she craved. The words tumbled out, heavy and honest. Lexi paused at the swell of Bella’s ass, hands glistening. "I know one way to let that tension out," she said, voice low, and pulled the zipper of her own blouse open. Fabric slid from her shoulders, her breasts bare now, nipples already tight. She stepped out of her skirt and panties, climbed onto the table, and settled astride Bella’s thighs. Skin met skin. Lexi’s slick palms pressed deep into Bella’s hips, then traveled upward until her breasts brushed Bella’s back. Bella’s breath caught, but she didn’t pull away. Lexi leaned closer, lips at Bella’s ear. "Tell me where you want me," she whispered, fingers already tracing the curve of Bella’s ass, ready to slide lower the moment Bella said yes.