The Surprise Visit

Rachel raced straight to the massage parlor, heart hammering. No reply from Brianna, nothing but radio silence, and the silence itself felt dangerous. She shoved the door open, breath held, and halted right there in the doorway. Steam curled over the tub. Brianna lay back, naked, water rippling around her hips. One hand moved between her thighs in slow, steady circles, the other cupped a heavy breast, thumb dragging across a stiff nipple. Her blonde hair clung wet to her shoulders, her tits rising with each short, quick breath. She hadn’t heard the door. She was too lost in it. Rachel felt the heat spike low in her belly. The worry dissolved into something hotter. She stripped without a word, stepped into the shower, and let the spray hit her skin. Brianna looked up, eyes dark, lips parted, and pulled her in. Hands slid over wet skin, soap lathering over full breasts, fingers teasing and exploring. The shower was quick, just enough to leave them slick and panting. Then they tumbled onto the oversized bed, dripping, hungry, mouths meeting, legs tangling. Rachel pressed her thigh between Brianna’s and felt the pulse of her need. Brianna opened to her, fingers tracing down her spine, pulling her closer. They moved together, faster, harder, chasing release until the sheets twisted beneath them and the room filled with the sound of their satisfaction.