More Lotion, Please!

Lauren Phillips and Coco Lovelock stretch out by the pool, skin hot from the sun. They get tired of roasting, swing their legs, test the cool water with their toes, then ease in. Halfway across they meet and start kissing like they forgot the sun still exists. Coco keeps glancing back at the house. “What if the masseuse sees us?” Lauren snorts. “Pretty sure they’ve seen weirder stuff on this lawn.” The reassurance settles it. They laugh, shove water at each other, then kiss slower, tongues trading places. Hands glide under wet fabric and squeeze; bikini tops come loose and drift. Mouths find nipples, hot even in the cool pool, teeth gently scraping. Things turn sloppy, water slapping between their legs, until the glass door opens. Kasey Kei stands there holding two folded towels. “Ladies, the room’s ready.” Flash forward: on the massage tables they’re bright red, but Kasey only shrugs and says nobody has to act shy. Oil hits skin; thumbs work tight spots, sliding lower and lower until the only friction left is the kind that makes them both beg. Kasey grins, slick fingers circling. One happy ending turns into three, all sweat and oil and giggles, heat rising faster than the massage stones.