Hesitant Housewife

Brett Rossi steps up to the counter and there’s her old school buddy Kenzie Taylor, now running the joint. They trade a couple of awkward ‘you look great’ lines, then Kenzie asks how Brett’s husband is. Brett’s answer is a quick ‘fine’ and she steers straight to business, asking how the parlor’s doing. Kenzie clocks the dodge but lets it slide. Talk lands on Brett’s tight back. She says it’s so stiff it could use a good pounding and asks if Kenzie’s the girl for the job. Kenzie laughs, says of course, and leads her to the private room, telling her to strip so the oil won’t stain her clothes. Brett strips slow, takes a look around, climbs onto the table and half-asses the towel—ass and smooth pussy still peeking out. Kenzie knocks, hears a soft come-in, then rounds the table and gets an eyeful. She hesitates, wondering if that towel was on purpose, then shakes her head; Brett’s married, after all. She tugs the towel down to cover everything proper, then gets to work. Oil-slick hands glide over tense muscle and Brett melts, calling it orgasmic, bragging that only a woman knows how to touch her right. She mentions the last massage she had was from a gorgeous woman too. Kenzie raises an eyebrow, rolls Brett onto her back and starts working those perfect tits. When the fingers drift lower and graze Brett’s pussy, Brett bolts upright. ‘What are you doing?’ Kenzie stammers an apology, says she read the signs wrong—the crooked towel, the flirty talk. Both of them flush hot with embarrassment. Kenzie finally asks why Brett dodged the husband question. Brett exhales and admits they’ve been rocky since his promotion; he’s too stressed for sex. Kenzie steps in close, says maybe Brett just needs the touch of a woman who knows what she’s doing. Brett starts to protest she’s not into girls, but Kenzie’s already on her knees, tongue sliding over slick folds. Brett’s protests turn to soft moans, and pretty soon both women are tangled on the table, discovering just how good another woman’s mouth can feel.