Getting More Comfortable

Dani showed up with a knot between her shoulders and little else. A boyfriend she barely trusted had given the address. Inside, her masseuse was a lean woman in black slacks—Sasha—and for a moment Dani almost remembered where she’d seen her. Then Sasha told her to strip. Dani stepped out of her panties without folding them and stretched facedown on warm linen. Sasha’s palms pressed hard into calves and thighs, thumbs circling each muscle until the knots sighed. While she worked she spoke softly, saying she preferred her clients bare so nothing interrupted touch. Dani answered with the smallest nod. Moments later, Sasha’s tank and slacks hit the floor. Her mouth found Dani’s left nipple, teeth skimming, tongue working in lazy circles. Dani arched, not to move away but to give more of herself. A hand followed—two fingers parting wet lips, spreading them, then a warm tongue flattening and stroking exactly where Dani throbbed. Sasha pulled a slender silicone toy from the warmer drawer, slicked it, and eased it forward until Dani’s cunt swallowed every inch. She fucked her slowly, curling the toy upward on every stroke. When the orgasm hit, Dani’s thighs clamped and fluid slicked the towel beneath her. Before the tremors faded she dragged Sasha onto the table, opened her legs, and buried her tongue between slick folds. She licked and sucked until Sasha gasped and pulsed against her mouth. They lay still, skin to skin, breathing slow. Next visit Dani would bring Marcus. Same room, two bodies, all rules off.