Retail Stress

Kimberly Gates walks in carrying the weight of another brutal retail shift. Melody Jordan can already see it in her shoulders. Kimberly steps out of her clothes without ceremony, her small nipples tightening in the cool air, her ass round and firm as she turns toward the table. Melody slips back into the room, hands oiled and ready, and begins at the base of her spine. The room stays quiet except for the slow slide of skin on skin and the occasional half-laugh they share when Melody cracks a joke. Her fingers trace every knot until they reach the backs of Kimberly’s thighs. Knees bent, feet still sore from standing all day, the position leaves her shaved lips parted and exposed. Melody doesn’t pretend not to notice. Instead she lingers, working higher, thumbs dipping close enough that the heat of her palm brushes sensitive skin. When she reaches the breasts, she rolls each nipple between careful fingertips until they stand tight and dark. Kimberly breathes faster. Melody pulls the towel away, reveals the tidy strip of hair above her mound, and Kimberly flinches, instinctively trying to cover. Melody speaks low, tells her to trust her, and the tension melts. Her thumbs sink in slow, sure strokes until Kimberly’s hips shift. Melody sheds her own clothes, crawls between her legs, and seals her mouth around the swollen clit. Every slow lick parts the slick folds; every flick of tongue drives deeper. The vibrator comes to life against the same wet center while her tongue works higher, pressing into the tight ring of her ass. Kimberly’s thighs clamp and release. She comes hard, the sound ripped from her throat. Still shaking, she flips Melody onto her back, drags the flat of her tongue through soaked curls and swollen flesh until Melody bucks and gasps, finishing on Kimberly’s mouth in sharp, wet pulses.