Mother Daughter Spa Day

Tanya eased the car into the empty lot at Sapphic Bliss. She parked and glanced at Anikka, cheeks still pink from the drive. Inside, Lyla and Lizz met them at the door, already warm with oils and quiet smiles. The four women shed their clothes. Anikka kept her gaze low, soft curves tight under crossed arms. Tanya stretched out first, breasts settling heavy against the heated sheet. The blonde masseuse, Lyla, poured warm oil over Tanya’s back and worked it in with long, sure strokes, fingertips sliding around the curve of each breast. Lizz’s darker hair brushed Anikka’s shoulder as she started lower, thumbs parting the tense muscles of her thighs, inching closer to slick heat. The room smelled of lavender and skin. Breaths turned short. Oil gleamed across pale nipples as Lyla’s palms circled and pressed. Anikka’s legs fell open; Lizz slipped two fingers along her folds, slow, patient, drawing a small, helpless sound. On the next table, Tanya arched, offering more, letting Lyla’s thumb brush and roll until the wet sounds mingled with her low moan. Bodies shifted, oiled skin sliding against oiled skin. Lizz curled her fingers inside Anikka, the tight pulse of her clenching around them. Tanya reached back, guided Lyla’s hand lower, urging deeper. Quiet gasps filled the quiet spa—blonde hair tangled against brunette, breasts pressed to breasts, every slick movement deliberate and unhurried until the four of them trembled through release, one after another.