My Favorite Stress Reliever

Ana Foxxx couldn't hide her smile when Eliza Ibarra walked through the door. Her favorite client had arrived. She poured warm oil into her palms and worked it into those smooth calves, feeling the muscle give beneath her thumbs. 'How's the new relationship going?' she asked, kneading deeper. Eliza sighed. 'We broke up.' The words hung between them as Ana kept rubbing. Tension coiled in Eliza's legs like piano wire. She needed release. Stress pooled tight in every tendon. Ana's own mouth stayed shut, but her hands said plenty. She had waited this long for any sign, and here it came. Two years of light talk over Eliza's body had built something stronger than the stale dates waiting at home for her. Eliza felt it too. Her breathing changed when Ana's oiled fingers traced higher, slow and sure, testing heat instead of muscle. No more polite conversation. Ana leaned in, slick palms sliding over skin that arched to meet her. She found Eliza's thighs and pressed them apart. The oil glistened. Heat rose fast. She slipped two fingers between slick folds, curling against the spot that made Eliza's breath stutter. Eliza reached back, pulling Ana closer, mouths finding each other in the dim room. The massage table creaked as bodies shifted. Oil smeared across breasts, bellies, thighs. Ana's tongue traced Eliza's nipples until they stiffened, then moved lower, tasting her fully—salt, sweetness, the sharp musk of arousal. She licked with long strokes, then fast flicks, holding Eliza's hips steady while she shook. Eliza came first, thighs clamped around Ana's shoulders, voice raw. Ana followed after, grinding against Eliza's thigh while fingers stayed buried inside her, both women panting, slick, undone.