Two Can Play That Game

Karina met her masseuse in the lobby. Erica explained the options with a small smile, then led her back. Once the door clicked shut, Karina stripped and climbed onto the table. Erica poured the oil—thick, warm—straight across her shoulders and down the small of her back, working it in with firm palms. Karina felt suddenly exposed, nearly bare under another woman’s touch. Erica noticed. Without a word she slid off her top, then her panties, and stood naked so the naked client wouldn’t be alone. From there the touch changed. Erica’s hands closed over Karina’s breasts, rolling, squeezing, catching each nipple between slick fingers. Karina didn’t pull away. Encouraged, Erica dragged those hands lower, parting her thighs, rubbing straight over her cunt. Her fingers dipped, spreading wet heat. A moment later Erica bent, tongue flicking in where her fingers had just been, licking slow, deliberate circles. Karina reached, caught Erica by the hips and pulled her onto the table. Erica swung a leg over, and they tangled, sixty-nine, mouths busy at once. Erica’s tongue thrust deep; Karina’s lips sealed around her clit, sucking, fluttering. Their bodies rocked in small, tight rhythm. Wet sounds filled the room. Karina’s thighs started to tremble first, then Erica’s, and both came hard—hips jerking, cunts pulsing against each other’s eager tongues, riding the slick, sweet peak until the tremors eased and left them panting, skin flushed and shining.