Marriage Counselling

Amanda Tate walks into the massage room glowing. She tells Abby Cross she’s moving in with her fiancé, can barely keep the news to herself. Abby listens, then says she just got out of something herself. Amanda offers sympathy, but Abby smiles, says she’s never felt freer. Single life means she can touch who she wants, feel what she wants, and as a masseuse she gets to explore other bodies too. Those words sink into Amanda while she lies naked on the table. Abby’s hands slide over her back, glide along her sides, cup the weight of her big, natural breasts. Each stroke melts Amanda’s muscles and her resolve at the same time. She’s been with her fiancé since she was sixteen; she’s never been touched like this by anyone else. Abby’s fingers travel lower, part her thighs, find her already wet. She works two fingers inside, curls them, presses firm and slow. Amanda’s breath catches, then breaks into quiet moans. The brunette keeps the rhythm steady, thumb circling her clit, drawing every hidden need to the surface. Amanda lifts her hips, gives herself over completely, blonde hair spilling across the sheet while pleasure overtakes her.