Alternative Therapy

Katie meets Lauren at the door and leads her into a dimly lit room that smells like lavender oil and bad decisions. Lauren's already wound tight from deadlines, so every muscle feels like it wants to file a complaint. Katie gives her a grin that says she knows exactly what's coming and tells her to strip down and climb onto the table. Lauren lays face down, and Katie goes straight to work. Oil drips across her shoulders and Katie's hands slide in slow circles, pressing hard then easing off like she wants to see how long the moan takes to slip out. Lauren feels a jolt run straight from her neck down to her hips. It's not just tension anymore. It's the other kind. Katie pushes the sheet aside without ceremony, thumbs digging into the small of Lauren's back. Skin-to-skin now, knuckles trailing low until they brush the swell of her ass. The touches linger where they shouldn't. Fingers dip between her thighs and Lauren's legs spread by half an inch on instinct. Heat pools low. She tries to keep her breathing steady, but when Katie's palms glide up her inner thighs and graze the slick warmth between them, she lets out a little gasp. Katie doesn't stop. She moves to the side, rolls Lauren onto her back, cups both tits in oiled hands and pinches the nipples hard enough to make her jolt. Pleasure shoots straight between her legs. Katie's thumb circles one nipple while her other hand slips lower again, now clearly stroking. Lauren's clit is swollen and aching; Katie rubs it slowly, spreading the wetness in teasing arcs. The sheet is long gone. Katie straddles Lauren's thigh, letting her own bare pussy press warm and wet against smooth skin. They grind, slow and filthy. Katie adds two fingers inside Lauren's pussy, curling just right, fucking her in short strokes while her palm grinds the clit on the out-stroke. Lauren bucks, hips chasing every thrust. Katie's tits bounce over her, nipples hard, body shining with sweat and oil. Lauren comes hard, cunt clenching around Katie's fingers, thighs shaking. She arches right off the table, crying out with the kind of sound that echoes down the hallway. Katie keeps working her through it until the pulses fade, then crawls up and grinds her own slick pussy against Lauren's thigh, chasing her own quick finish with little cries of her own. Both women end up sweaty, shining, and grinning like they just got away with something. The tension's gone, every kind of it. A mess well made.