The New Masseuse - part 1

Sasha’s curves barely fit on the narrow table. She let out a slow breath as the younger woman’s palms slid over her oiled skin. Deliah worked in tight circles, pressing deeper, and the air thickened between them. Sasha’s nipples tightened against the towel. Deliah noticed, smirked, and shifted her hands lower. She kept the pressure firm, fingers slipping between Sasha’s thighs. Sasha’s hips rose to meet her. A small gasp escaped her lips when Deliah found her clit and circled it with practiced ease. Sasha clenched the sheet. Her breath hitched, then broke. Her thighs trembled, and she came hard, thighs locking around Deliah’s wrist. The door opened. Her husband stood there, silent, taking in the sight. Sasha froze, flushed. The words felt thick, but she spoke them anyway. She reached for his hand, drew him closer, offered the other to Deliah. No one hesitated. The young woman’s mouth found her again, while her husband undid his belt behind her. Sasha opened wider, guiding both of them in, her shame melting into heat.