We Just Met

Natasha Voya and Remi LaCroix spend the weekend in the countryside. Natasha's neck seizes. She finds Remi outside and asks for help. Remi smiles, pulls her close. Clothes come off. Skin on skin. Remi works her hands up the spine, then down the ribs, pressing every knot loose with her breasts, her thighs. Natasha breathes harder. Remi's tongue follows the tension, licks it away. Soon Natasha is rocking her shoulders in deep circles, letting the pain spill out. When the spasm finally releases, Natasha pushes Remi back on the grass and returns the favor. Fingers. Mouth. She finds every tender spot between Remi's legs and works it until Remi arches and moans. The afternoon light slips over them. Two bodies move without hurry. Sweat cools on bare skin. The countryside wraps them in quiet.