Just A Little Foot Rub...

Chanel dragged her ass through the door after double shifts, calves burning, toes screaming. Summer was stretched out on the couch and offered the foot rub without being asked. Chanel moaned when Summer's thumbs dug into the arches. Heat pooled between her thighs. She shifted her leg, pretended it was just an accident, and asked if Summer minded going higher. The hands slid up her shin, then the muscle behind her knee. Chanel kept sighing, kept letting the robe slip, kept angling her body so Summer's fingers would climb. When Summer reached the top of her thigh and stopped, Chanel rolled onto her stomach and muttered about a knot in her shoulder. Summer's weight settled over her hips. Fingers found the tight spot, worked it loose, then slid lower, tracing the dip of Chanel's spine. Chanel pushed back. A soft laugh left Summer's mouth. She knew exactly what this was. Her hand disappeared between Chanel's legs and pressed. Wet. Hot. No more pretending.