Post Move Squeeze

Kylie Rocket lights up when she spots her regular, Aiden Ashley, pushing through the parlor doors. Aiden's grateful Kylie could squeeze her in today—she just unpacked boxes all weekend and her whole body's screaming for help. One touch from Kylie and she'll be right as rain, no doubt about it. Aiden peels everything off and settles onto the table, face down. Kylie dives right in, palms gliding slow and deliberate across bare skin. Every stroke pulls tension out like weeds after rain. Shoulders loosen, back unwinds, the knot in her hip gives up without a fight. Then Kylie asks her to flip. Their eyes lock, heat crawls up Aiden's chest, and she knows they're done pretending this is just a backrub. Hands drift over her breasts, thumbs circle the stiff nipples. Kylie leans in and plants a soft kiss over flushed skin, and from there the routine falls apart. Fingers wander lower, slick with oil, teasing and exploring until Aiden's breath hitches and whatever worries about the move are miles away.