What A Nice Surprise

Charlie was bored senseless at the massage parlor, fingers drumming the counter. She called Nikki on a whim. The brunette showed up fast, all smiles and easy laughter, and Charlie offered a massage like it was nothing. Nikki stripped right down, letting every curve show, full breasts swaying as she stretched out on the table. Charlie’s hands worked slowly, pressing into warm skin, smoothing tension from Nikki’s back and thighs. Memories from college crept in—nights tangled together, mouths and fingers finding every secret place. She leaned over and caught one stiff nipple between her lips, sucking gently, teasing. Her palm drifted lower, parting slick folds, rubbing Nikki’s clit in slow circles. Nikki moaned, hips lifting, and Charlie slid down the table, mouth replacing her fingers, tongue flicking wet heat while two fingers pushed deep inside. Nikki came hard, thighs shaking, voice breaking. She wanted payback. She climbed up, straddled Charlie’s face, and ground down against her tongue while her own fingers slipped inside Charlie’s cunt. They shifted, side by side, hands moving in matching rhythm, slick and fast, until both women cried out together, breathless and flushed. Beats paperwork any day.