I've Never Had a Massage

Lilly had never lain on a massage table. Her friend suggested the place, said Tegan would know exactly what she needed. Tegan did. She watched Lilly peel off every stitch, then draped the towel so only a teasing strip of ass showed. Her palms glided warm oil over smooth skin, sliding down the long curve of Lilly’s legs. Lilly stayed face-down. Tegan slipped off her robe. Beneath it her small breasts were barely covered by pink lace, her hips cut by thin black panties. She bent, kissed Lilly’s spine, and when Lilly arched rather than flinched, Tegan reached into a drawer and brought out the small, curved toy. She pressed the rounded head inside Lilly until the curve hugged her clit. The vibration drew a soft, involuntary moan. Afterwards Lilly paid as agreed. She turned Tegan onto her back, panties slipped to one side, and licked until Tegan’s thighs trembled and her breathing broke. Once Tegan had come, they tasted the toy slick with Lilly’s wetness, then Tegan re-tied her robe and Lilly dressed. Neither said goodbye.