Volleyball Mishap

Siri walked into the country club open to anything. She had paid for a volleyball lesson and a massage in one afternoon, and the club paired her with Jelena Jensen. Jelena looked her up and down. They started with a simple game: every missed shot cost a piece of clothing. Siri laughed, missed on purpose, and peeled off her top. Jelena followed. Bouncing tits met the warm air. The game lasted three more rounds. Neither woman was counting points anymore. Jelena led her to the massage table. She poured oil and the usual conversation quickly disappeared. When Jelena finally shrugged off her own bra, Siri reached up and cupped both heavy breasts in her palms. Jelena’s hands paused. Then she leaned in and let Siri play. Hands wandered. Siri slid her fingers between Jelena’s thighs and rubbed slow circles. Jelena returned the touch, two of her fingers sliding into Siri while the other hand kneaded her breast. Breaths shortened. The table creaked. Jelena kept asking herself how much further she would let this go.