No Boys Allowed

Jackie surprises herself when she books the new girl-girl massage at the spa where she and Stephanie work. The shower steams up first. Hot water pours over them while they trade soapy hands across slick skin, fingers gliding over hips and breasts until their mouths meet and the towels drop. The Jacuzzi waits two steps away. Hands keep wandering; nipples harden at the surface, and beneath the bubbles Stephanie spreads wide so Jackie can lick her clean under the water, tongue flicking until Stephanie whimpers. Towels again and then the mat. Warm Nuru gel coats them both. Jackie lowers herself, pressing full length along Stephanie’s back, sliding hips over ass, breasts skating across slick shoulders, every motion smooth. She turns Stephanie over, tongue tracing from clit to the tight pucker behind it before plunging in to flick that bud again and curling two fingers inside the soaked pussy. The strokes deepen; Stephanie’s breath snaps short, her thighs shake, and she comes loud, voice echoing off the tile. Girl-girl massages hit different.