Helpful Massage

Sandy and Katie Jordan stay close. They train together every week, keeping their bodies tight and lean. Today Katie pushes too hard and pulls something in her thigh. She winces. Sandy drops to her knees, strong hands ready to help. Her fingers press into smooth skin, finding the knot right away. Each slow circle loosens the muscle. The pressure changes, sliding higher. Katie’s breath grows heavy. Sandy feels the shift, keeps going, her touch turning lighter, teasing. Blonde hair falls over Katie’s hip as Sandy leans in. Soft lips graze warm flesh. Katie spreads for her without a word. Sandy’s tongue finds her first, gentle, wet, sure. Katie arches, grabs the edge of the mat. They forget the workout, the room, everything but the wet sound of Sandy licking deeper. Fingers join her mouth, sliding in with easy strokes. Katie comes fast, thighs trembling around Sandy’s face. She pulls Sandy up, kisses her hard, tasting herself. Then she slips down, returning the favor, burying her tongue between Sandy’s slick folds. The two stay on the floor, tangled, mouths busy, bodies still flushed from the effort.