Leg affair

She stretches her long legs across the bed, toes curling, inviting her girlfriend’s hands. They take their time at first. Soft strokes along each calf, thumbs pressing into the arches of her feet, thumbs tracing circles on warm skin. But the longer they linger, the heavier the air grows. Fingers slide higher, gliding past the knee, slipping beneath the lace of her thigh-highs, and suddenly the massage turns hungry. The blonde leans back on her elbows, watching as soft touches become firm grips, as innocent rubbing gives way to legs parting, lingerie shifting, desire sharpening the moment into something far less polite.