You consider the items on the table for the longest time, and I let you. Then you select the massage oil and without hesitation, you pass it to me. I grin at you, can’t wait to get started. Taking the latex sheet from the box, I shake it out and spread it over the rug. We both look down at it.
“Lie down on your front,” I say. Ever obedient, you do as I ask. I consider you. You look so hot lying there. Uhh, so vulnerable. I could eat you.
This is going to be messy. So, I decide to get naked too; I take the hem of my summer dress in both hands and pull it off over my head. Then slip my knickers down my legs and kick them to the side. My wetness leaves a trail down my inner thighs. Bloody hell, didn’t expect to be this turned on already. You’ve raised yourself to your elbows, looking up at me towering over you. Oh, that look.
“Don’t make me tell you again. Lie down,” I say.
You fight to keep a grin off your face. Mmmh. Then you’re lying flat again, your elbows splayed wide, forehead resting on your hands.
Kneeling beside you, I take the oil and let copious streams of it run down over your spine, your ass and down over your thighs, then put the bottle aside. I sweep the oil in large arcs over your skin, spreading it for later.
Oiled Up
Then I crawl down to your feet, and begin with your right foot. You giggle, but I just press on, giving them both the worship they deserve. And you relax into it. Every toe, arch, heel of each foot. The backs of your ankles are stroked lovingly. The scent of the almond oil fills my nostrils, warm, sweet and nutty. Moving at a slow, languid pace, I massage all of the tension out of your calves. The backs of your knees get some sweet attention, tickling with my fingernails, until your skin prickles under my touch.
Oh, moving on to your sexy as hell thighs. Uhh, so hot. Shifting, I reposition myself, so I’m straddling, but not touching your legs, just like you did earlier. I stroke the oil upwards from your knees to your ass cheeks. Long firm strokes. After a minute, you shift your hips, rearranging yourself, and oh god, how that pleases me. Your outer thighs receive those long strokes, and I notice how the oil has pooled on the sheet below them.
Your inner thighs next. So slowly, I push my hands upwards, between your legs, until they almost, but not quite touch you intimately. I repeat this until you sigh. Yes! Exactly what I wanted. I start on your ass then, stroking and kneading. And it gets too tempting, I spank you hard, and you jump. Three times, a fourth and once more. Your breath is hitching, and, yes, I can see that grin tugging at your lips. Mmmh.
Again, I shift, settling lightly on your ass. I wonder if you can tell the difference between me and the oil. Long strokes up from the base of your spine to your shoulders, and down your sides, my fingers lightly brushing your chest on their way past. Over and over. Then finally your shoulders. You’re still tense, I can feel it, so I spend a while, just squeezing, working the knots, relaxing you.
Ownership
Then I lean down and press my nakedness against your upper torso. I move against you, enjoying the feel of skin on oily skin. Running my fingers through your hair by your ear, my breath on the oil at your neck. I kiss you there. Gentle flutters of my lips at your neck, building pressure, until I bite down gently and suck. Giving you a mark of ownership you can remember this by for a few days. You taste so good, the sweet almond mixing with your natural self. I suck for just a little while longer, then relinquish. And when you let your breath rush out, I realise you were paralysed, unable to breathe. Ah. Beautiful.
I let my breath spill into your ear until you give an uncontrollable shiver, then:
“Turn over,” I whisper.
I sit up, feeling cold where our skin was just touching. You turn between my thighs, and my pussy is hovering over your crotch. We both catch our breath, staring down at this sight, our almost connection.
Grabbing the oil again, I let another huge amount of it pour down over your chest, your stomach, and down over your crotch. You gasp at the coolness of it and I’m grinning at you.
“Be still,” I say.
Then I’m stroking the oil around the front of your shoulders, down the centre of your chest and your stomach. Pulling my hands upwards, I stroke you from waist to armpit, not quite touching your chest. Yet.
Your tension is delicious, feeding my power. So hot. And I relent. My hands draw circles over your chest, the lightest touch. Palms barely touching your nipples, circling and circling until you moan.
My hands are at your lower belly now, stroking down towards your:
Dick.
Slit.