Don't Be Shy

Rebecca walked in complaining about her thighs. Too much walking, she said. Needed to unwind. She wanted to keep her clothes on for the massage. Kiara saw her at the door and smiled like she had already decided something would happen. When Rebecca stretched out on the table, Kiara worked the muscles slowly, palms sliding along the fabric. She mentioned the oil and how it would mark Rebecca’s shirt. Rebecca peeled it off without argument. Then the bra. Kiara worked lower each time, mentioning comfort, mentioning heat, until everything lay folded on the chair. Rebecca’s skin caught the light, slick and warm. Kiara poured more oil across her back, her ass, the backs of her thighs. Fingers followed. When Rebecca finally relaxed completely, Kiara leaned close and said there was one more service she offered only when the chemistry felt right. Rebecca answered by lifting her hips. Kiara answered by sliding two oiled fingers between her legs and pressing them inside. Both women stayed silent except for the wet sound of skin on skin and the slow, measured breathing that followed.