Souvenirs

Maya came back from her spa break with two little vials of bath salts. They were oddly shaped, narrow at the neck, the glass cold to the touch. One glance and we knew they weren’t meant for the tub tonight. Blonde hair brushed my shoulder as she slid the stopper from the first vial and rubbed the mouth of it across my nipple. The brunette watched, lips parted, then dropped to her knees and took the glass between her teeth, letting it clink gently against her tongue. Maya smiled, already pulling her own top down, freeing her small, pale tits. Soon we were on the bed, legs tangled. Maya pushed the brunette onto her back and worked the second vial, slick with spit, between her folds. She teased the opening, eased it in, then drew it out again, watching the brunette’s stomach flutter with each slow push. I straddled the blonde’s face, grinding while she licked, her tongue warm and practiced. When the brunette came she clenched so hard the vial slipped out and rolled across the sheets, glistening. Maya caught it, brought it to my mouth, and I tasted salt, skin, and her. We kept going until the little glass pieces were scattered and we were all slick, open, and spent.