Shower for Two

Aaliyah Love laces up for her usual downhill jog, sweat already beading on her skin, when she spots Jana Jordan huffing along the trail. 'Hey, new girl in the hood? I'm Aaliyah—I know these paths like the back of my hand. Wanna team up?' They hit it off, pounding the dirt longer than planned, legs burning, hearts racing. Finally, they flop onto a log, gasping for air. Aaliyah winces, rolling her shoulders. 'Damn, my neck's killing me.' Jana grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. 'Come back to my place—I'll work out those knots. We're buds now, right?' Aaliyah agrees, buzzing from the run. She strips down in Jana's bathroom, ready for some bed pampering under the hot spray. But Jana slips in naked as the day she was born, towel tossed aside. Aaliyah's jaw drops—total shock, steam rising around them. Jana circles her, fingers trailing light, teasing touches. 'Relax, gorgeous. Your hubby's been hitting those swinger bashes—nights of wild swaps and all.' Aaliyah scoffs, but Jana leans in close, voice like velvet. 'I've got pics, vids—proof that'll blow your mind.' Her hands slide down, kneading Aaliyah's firm ass, then cupping those perky boobs, thumbs circling nipples that harden fast. 'See? You love it. Craved this spark the second our eyes locked on that hill.' Aaliyah moans, resistance crumbling. Jana's cocky whisper seals it: 'Forget jogging buddies—you want a real lover, a hot first taste of girl-on-girl fire.'