Spa Day Swindle

Angelina Moon stretches across her massage table, cucumber slices cooling her eyes, limbs loose from the day's pampering. Alison Rey finishes the last towel, moves toward the door, then stops. Her bag sits forgotten on the counter. She steps back in. Alina senses warmth, a hand grazing her inner thigh, assumes her husband has circled back early. She parts her legs, voice low. "Taste me." Alison hesitates, then sinks between her knees and drags her tongue through wet folds. Angelina moans, hips tilting, fingers clutching the sheet. Heat builds fast; she rocks against the rhythm, breath catching when teeth graze her clit. The slick pressure grows and her whole body tightens, right on the edge. The blindfold lifts. Her eyes fly open. She locks stares with Alison, a stranger whose tongue still laps at her. Shock ricochets, then melts into something hungrier. Her grip on the sheet eases. She spreads wider, lets Alison keep licking until another climax steals through her. Afterward she drags Alison up, kisses the taste from her mouth, and whispers, "Don't stop."