After sport massage

My muscles throbbed after our gym session, limbs heavy as wet towels. Jeannie offered a massage to soothe the ache and I knew exactly what she meant. Soon those strong hands moved past my shoulders and headed straight between my thighs. She dug in, kneading and stroking until every tired muscle quivered. Heat built fast. Before I could crack a joke her fingers slipped inside and turned the kneading into steady thrusts. My exhausted body jolted awake under her touch and I couldn't stop the hungry sounds slipping from my lips.