A Slippery Coincidence

Karla Lane’s eyeing her afternoon list when Elias Cash’s name jumps out at her. When he walks in she clocks him right away—her old charge, all grown up. Elias grins, clearly remembering the babysitter he used to crush on. They trade a few laughs, decide the past can wait, and head to the shower. Water sluices over her heavy natural tits while he soaps her back, both of them breathing harder by the second. On the Nuru mat the warm gel turns every slide into a slow, teasing grind. Her big breasts glide across his chest, his hands wander lower, fingers slipping inside her slick heat. She strokes him in return, the air thick with moans and the wet slap of skin. The tension snaps—clothes, or what’s left of them, hit the floor as they give in right there on the massage table.