An Extra Special Surprise

Victoria should have landed in Milan that morning. Instead she came through their front door with the gift card already loaded on her phone. Ten minutes later Siri lowered herself onto the warm table, face down, skin bare, the sheet pulled just above the swell of her ass. The door opened. Hands moved over her—strong thumbs stroking the tight ropes between her shoulders, palms gliding down each vertebra until they curved over the muscle of her backside. Siri exhaled, relaxed. When those hands slipped lower, parting her, dipping between the soft lips already slick there, she only sighed and spread her thighs. She never heard the bottle click open again, never smelled the familiar jasmine that belonged to only one person. Not until she rolled onto her back did the truth hit her: Victoria was here, sun-tanned arms, sweater tugged up to her elbows, eyes bright with wanting. “I got an earlier flight,” Victoria said, leaning down to kiss her. Their tongues met slowly, slick and warm. “One day is all I have, so let’s make it count.” They finished the massage first—Victoria working oil into each breast, circling Siri’s nipples until they ached and stiffened, then sliding down between her legs again. Fingers pressed inside, three at once, and Siri gasped, lifting her hips to take them deeper. Victoria kept her pace lazy, almost teasing, until Siri’s stomach fluttered and her breath came quick. After that she climbed onto the table. Siri peeled away Victoria’s jeans and underwear, pulled her open, and licked in long strokes until Victoria’s thighs trembled against her ears. When Victoria came she bent forward, palms braced on the padded edge, hips rocking against Siri’s mouth. Later, bodies gleaming, they tangled in the sheet together—Victoria on top, grinding her clit against Siri’s, their mouths open, breathing the same warm air until they shuddered and held still, hearts beating the same hard rhythm.