They agreed to one rule for the day: Directly stimulating the other was off the table. First to break the rule loses. The thought of the prize never crossed their minds. Teasing, touching, all things physical were otherwise fine.
He struck first, while they crossed each other in the hall. He grabbed her by the shoulders from behind and pushed her into the hall. She grunted lightly against the strain before biting her lip in anticipation. Pressed and held still, she let him do as he pleased.
His hands started innocent, strong fingers kneading at knots and sore muscles at the base of the scalp, down the neck, and stopping at the shoulder bones. She enjoyed melting at his touch anywhere on her body, but particularly enjoyed him massaging the her shoulders.
His right hand slowly grew into a firmer grip on her shoulder while his left trailed light fingers down her spine until he shifted it to the front, tightly grasping her hip bone. She let out a gasp at the squeeze and tightened her thighs together.