Bridal Bolster

Alexa Grace is about to walk down the aisle, and the wedding stress has her wound tight. She books an hour with Kristen Scott, hoping to unwind. Kristen finishes setting up the table and drops a little offer—a surprise upgrade. Alexa perks up, ready for anything that lets her breathe. The surprise is a bolster, Kristen explains, something that gets the spots fingers usually miss. Alexa likes the sound of that. She climbs on, face-down, and Kristen tucks the cushion beneath her. Complimenting Alexa’s lingerie, Kristen suggests losing the bra so the oil doesn’t ruin the lace. Alexa pauses, then nods. Kristen unhooks it, palms gliding over warm skin. They chat while Kristen works her back—light, easy chatter—until Kristen asks if the groom-to-be really satisfies her. Alexa’s answer lands flat. Kristen finishes the back and asks about the panties. Alexa stiffens, but Kristen reminds her about oil stains, so the bride peels them off. Kristen’s hands sink into Alexa’s ass, starting gentle, then pressing harder, thumbs digging in until Alexa melts into it. When those fingers drift too close to her pussy, Alexa jerks, asking if this is still just a massage. Before she can finish the thought, Kristen’s fingertips are circling her clit. It feels too good to argue. Alexa’s not married yet, and this little secret is too tempting to pass up, so she lets Kristen keep going.