The Thai Massage

Stevie lay face-down on the massage table. She had heard good things about Mia's Thai work, but the rumors did not mention what came next. Mia's palms travelled over her, thumbs pressing into knots until muscle surrendered. Then the rhythm changed. The moment fingers gave way to a warm, insistent tongue, Stevie felt the air leave her lungs in one short gasp. Mia licked a straight line up the inner thigh, paused where desire met flesh, then traced small circles until her hands followed suit. One slick finger slipped inside while the mouth stayed busy, each flick and press timed to the same heartbeat. Stevie came with both thighs locked around Mia's head, hips jerking once, twice, then still. The masseuse rose, smiled, and told her the hour was not over yet.