Chapter 5 The Experiment

The day of the promised spiritual, sensual-sexual immersion experiment arrived. Darrell had spent part of the afternoon pulling together the things he needed: plastic, rolled blankets, candles, squeeze bottles of extra virgin olive oil, a towel, a pipe, and some good pot. Then he got to work on dinner. Nothing too fancy; he was going to grill some chicken and vegetables. The most significant expense was the bottle of wine he had picked out; he liked that choice better than beer for the occasion. When he asked, Ryan said it would be a good reason for Meredith and him to go out for the evening.

It was late afternoon, and he was fidgeting in one of the lounge chairs. God, he hoped she didn't back out of this date. He had been looking forward to this for way too long and hoped he wouldn't be disappointed. He was relieved when the screen door on the alley entrance to the cottage banged shut. It did that, and the unretarded closure meant that she was on her way through the cottage. Scrambling out of the lounge chair, he met her in the middle of the yard--nude. The decision to be nude hadn't come easy, but he saw no reason to put it off, given what they had planned for the evening. She seemed not to mind as she came straight to him, and they shared a long kiss.

He said, "I'm glad you came," when their lips parted.

"You didn't think I would chicken out, did you?"

"Maybe, a little. It's just that you are too good to be true."

"Back at you; there is no way I was skipping out on this." She stepped back, and he gawked as she shed her sky-blue top, no bra, and then dropped her short white skirt, no panties.

"Where should I put these?" she asked innocently.

"Why don't you toss them on the chair on the cottage porch? It seems you weren't planning on being clothed for long, or is that typical summer attire for you?"

"Yes, but also yes. I like being close to naked in public sometimes when I'm especially horny."

"Did you shave?"

"The only hair on my body is above my neck. You told me that it was important for what you have planned. It's so cool that you also did; I've never seen a guy shave that part of his body."

"What do you think?"

"You sure we need to eat dinner? I want to show you what I think."

"Hmm. We might need the energy; we should eat."

"Ah, okay. You put it that way. Let me put these down," she said, holding her clothes in front of her like they were something distasteful.

As she walked away from him, he saw her backside saunter away, and it was as sexy as the front. He was going to love massaging her butt.

When she returned, she asked, "Is it really okay to be naked in their yard? It seems too good to be true. Are your landlords really that liberal-minded?"

"I've been working on them, and yes, it's absolutely okay."

They moved to the patio, sat together on the large loveseat lounge, and started on the wine. It had been a cloudy and somewhat rainy week, with snow in the mountains. It was now perfectly clear and warm in the afternoon sun, and they discussed how the warm weather was a relief and that they needed to get out for another hike soon. As to prove his point about his landlords, Ryan and Meredith came out onto the patio, surprising Katherine.

"Just want to say hi and let you know we were leaving," said Meredith.

"Thanks, Meredith. Meredith and Ryan, this is Katherine."

"Nice to meet you, Katherine," said Meredith. "You two enjoy your evening." With that, they went back inside.

"That was interesting," he said; "They've never bothered to inform me of their movements like that before, but I guess they wanted to check you out. Or at least Meredith did. Ryan seemed like he was dragged out. Notice how he was so quiet. I think he was embarrassed to be bothering us. Or maybe he was just mesmerized by you. You have that effect."

"Maybe they were just being polite and letting us know we had the place to ourselves."

"Yeah, right. Maybe I'm reading too much into it. But that caught you by surprise. I hope you weren't too embarrassed."

"Oh no, it's fine. I was caught a little off guard. You told me it was okay, so it didn't bother me once being startled wore off. They seem very cool; you are so lucky to have this arrangement."

"You're telling me. It's getting better all the time too. They're getting more comfortable being naked in their yard with me here. We're getting our own little nudist colony going."

"You taking memberships? I'll join."

"You're already a member. So, are you hungry?"

"Yeah, but I'm also getting very horny. If you don't feed me soon, dinner won't happen."

"Then I better get on it," he replied. "I do think we will need the stamina."

"You keep saying that, and it only makes the anticipation worse."

After their meal, which they had sitting naked at the patio table, he excused himself to go set up for their research project. He was prepared, and it only took him a couple of minutes to lay out a bermed area with the rolled blankets and plastic. He used more plastic to make a path to the shower, lit the candles, and started some soft music. He was aroused and a little swollen when he walked back across the yard to get her.

"You ready?" he asked.

"The wait is killing me. I'm dying to see what you have set up."

He grabbed her hand, and they walked to the cottage.

Seeing the plastic on the floor, she said, "This looks interesting. What do we have here? The candles are a nice touch."

"We are going to get good and oiled up."

"I like it," she said with a big smile. "I probably should do something with my hair. I don't want it to get in the way."

As she braided her mid-torso length hair, he said, "You mentioned that you got stoned occasionally. I don't often, but for sex like this, I think it will add to the effect. What do you say?"

"I'm game."

She sat on the couch, snuggled up next to him, and took the first hit, then passed the pipe and lighter to him. After blowing the hit out, she said, "So, explain how this spiritual sex experiment is going to work. What's your experimental design?"

He took his turn and passed the pipe back to her. "It is all about increasing the contact and intimacy between our bodies so that we share more of that life energy we discussed in the aspen grove." He took another hit and continued. "Massaging the oil on each other gives us a chance to explore and experience each other's bodies and to give each other pleasure through focused, intimate contact." They continued sharing the pipe, and he continued to explain. "Once we are covered in oil, then we will have maximum contact while we have sex. You will see what I mean. Less friction creates more contact; you rarely, if ever, need to break apart. Another important thing is that an orgasm is not our primary goal. We will get there, and it will be awesome when we do, but we want to go slow and enjoy every sensation. It's just like the naked-in-nature thing; our skin is our largest sensory organ, and we want to use it here, too. Being stoned should help with this. Help us focus on the sensations and ignore the things around us. If we do it right, we can get to that level of maximum arousal and desire right before climax, but if we do it right, we can linger there as opposed to releasing all that energy into orgasms. Our sexual energy, along with our life energy, will be strong, and with close contact, perhaps it can merge. Anyhow, that's from things I have read, along with some of my ideas. It's an eclectic pagan spiritual concept, the whole life energy thing. I would also like to try some Eastern spiritual sexual methods, but I need to learn more about those."

"You haven't done this before? It is pretty thought through."

"I've only done bits and pieces," he said. "The oil thing I have done, but not with this focus. Looking back on it, however, I realize what I felt during that experience planted the seed for this. It seems like it might work as I've imagined, but even if it doesn't, it will be a lot of fun."

"I wonder if my grandmother knows any good traditional enhancements for this kind of sex, like peyote. I bet if I ask her, she'll tell me. From what I've heard, sex and nudity weren't quite as taboo in the old ways."

"I'd love to hear what she has to say on the subject."

When the bowl was gone, and they were pretty stoned, she kissed him and asked, "What's next?"

"We need to get on the plastic, and I'm going to rub warm oil all over you."

"Cool; I like the sound of that. How do you want me?"

"Let's start with you lying on your belly."

He had warmed the oil in hot water to just over body temperature. Starting with her hands, he rubbed the oil between her fingers, interlacing their digits, bringing her hands to his lips, and kissing her palms and fingers. Then he spread the oil up her left arm, massaging it on until he reached her shoulder. The process was repeated on the other arm. Once that was done, he squirted on a large zig-zag stripe of oil across her shoulders and down her back. Far more than he needed. There was no need to be sparing and every reason to pour it on. This drew a small giggle from Katherine as it ran down her sides. He massaged the oil in, starting at her shoulders and working down to her waist, taking several passes. This step in the lubrication effort ended with him kissing around her neck and along her spine. After he repositioned himself and spread her legs a couple of feet apart, he went to work, using the same general progression he had on her arms. He kneaded her calves and hamstrings, enjoying the feel of her toned, smooth muscles. She did have beautiful, long legs, the sight and feel of which he was now enjoying. Then it was on to her bottom, which, like her legs, was nicely shaped and toned. He squirted a liberal dose of oil on her cheeks and crack, and he watched as the glistening oil ran down to her bare, smooth pussy. He rubbed this batch in, enjoying the firmness of her bottom, not being shy, ensuring the oil covered every inch of her backside, boldly slipping his hand down between her legs, brushing against her warm cunt, and receiving an approving moan. The feel and sight of her smooth contours and shiny brown skin in the candlelight had him rock hard. He pushed his firmness down on her and slid along one of her thighs as he worked up her back with his tongue to her neck and ears. Some of these moves were bold, considering this was a new relationship. She had, however, consented to this, and the pot had reduced any inhibitions he had about boldly touching her erogenous zones. He rolled her over and kissed her deeply, spreading oil from his face to hers.

This time, he squirted an ample dose of oil on her body from her belly button to each of her nipples and the top of her chest. Starting on her belly, he proceeded to spread the warm oil, leaving oil puddled in her belly button. Moving up to her ribs, he bypassed her breasts briefly to rub the oil over the front of her shoulders. He then spread the oil across each breast using both hands, pausing on each breast to circle the firm nipple with his fingers. He couldn't resist running his tongue around each nipple, which each time resulted in a little mew from her. Next came the legs. First came the toes and feet. Before spreading oil on her feet, he sucked on each toe, ran his tongue into the spaces between, and kissed and licked each sole. After the feet, he made sure the shins were covered entirely, then he coated each thigh, working his hands up and down firmly, pressing on the muscle.

Then came a large quantity of oil poured directly on her shaven pubic area and pussy. She had shaved closely, maybe even waxed; he had to keep himself from diving in tongue first. Controlling himself, he spread the oil outward along the crease between her thighs and pelvis, with each stroke getting closer to her pussy. Finally, he ran his hand up and down between her legs to make sure she was well coated. Then with almost no friction, he slid two of his middle fingers along each side of her clit and labia and massaged this sensitive area up and down along its length for several strokes; then, his middle finger slid in between her darkening lips and then to her clit circling the swollen nub a couple of times. His fingertip then wandered downward, sliding partway into her vagina. Her hole was slick with her juices, but he made sure it was well-massaged and lubed anyway. He was done making sure she was well covered in oil but had to taste her; his ability to resist her womanly draw devastated.

He slid between her legs and began teasing her clit with his tongue. She responded by pushing her pelvis up and pushing her smooth pussy into his face. That had let him easily slide his tongue down and into and out of the entrance to her tunnel. He wanted to linger, wanted to bring her to orgasm, but in a moment of lucidity, instead slid his way up to her face and gave her another deep, prolonged kiss, getting oil and her own lube on her.

He pulled back and said, "Fuck, I almost got trapped down there. As much as I want to keep this up, we're getting ahead of ourselves. We're just getting lubed up; you need to do me now."

"Oh, come on, you were teasing me, but I loved it. Now it's my turn; get down on your front. I might not be able to be as patient as you were, but that's your fault."

She went to work on him but used a method that had not occurred to him. She poured oil on him, then used her lubed body to spread it around. This was not massage oil but more viscous olive oil. It clung in a thick, slick film, and two bodies covered in it slid together effortlessly. She used her chest to do his back, sliding her tits from his shoulder to his bottom, ensuring everything was covered. She turned around, facing his feet, straddled his waist, reached down, and used her hands to oil each of his legs. He was a bit impatient with this phase. But then she spread the oil around his butt and followed that up by sliding her hand down his butt crack and across his anus to the spot just below his scrotum. She rubbed this area while applying ample oil, letting the warm oil flow down over his balls.

He had never had anyone pay any attention to that particular spot, and it notably increased his arousal. His sensitivity there was surprising. It felt to him like his cock hardened to its maximum capacity, and laying on the rock-hard piece of flesh, with her weight on his waist, was a bit uncomfortable but also arousing.

After she seemed satisfied with that phase of oil application, she slid off and rolled him over. He watched as she absentmindedly lubed up his arms while her eyes lingered in the direction of his erection. She abruptly swung around and straddled him, sitting her pussy down on his stiff, swollen cock, and she slowly and purposefully slid her labia and clit back and forth along his yearning member. Any concern he had about how he had touched her was utterly misplaced. She kept this up for a few strokes, then leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

"I like this; like it a lot," she remarked, giving him another wet, lingering kiss.

She sat up and poured oil all over his chest and belly and then spread it with her hands while, with the subtlest of motions, she continued to rub her pussy on his cock. She then turned around and placed her legs on either side of his leg, sitting her pussy down on his upper thigh, a foot pressed up against his crotch.

"Let's see if I can make this work," she said.

She squeezed a line of oil down his thigh, then bent over and grabbed his ankle. With all the oil on his leg and the thoroughly coated plastic, she was able to slide her pussy down his leg to his knee. With her hands, she completed the job to the ankle. She repeated this method on the other leg, but this time she rubbed back and forth on his upper leg with her warm pussy for long enough to get her panting and Darrell lusting for her ferally. He was mesmerized by her butt sliding back and forth on his leg, just catching a glimpse of her cunt every few strokes and listening to her get more and more aroused. Finally, she swung around, reversing her position.

"Sorry," she said, "I got distracted; I still need to finish the job."

"Don't worry about me. I was enjoying the view."

She poured oil all over his pelvis and rubbed it around his pubic area. Then she focused on his cock and balls, making sure they were well covered, which they were, but she made doubly sure. Then she started stroking him.

"Oh man, I love your shaved balls and hard cock. Your erection looks so large. How big are you?"

"The shaving makes it look bigger than it is. I'm about seven inches long, pretty average."

"Yeah, but you are thicker than other cocks I've seen. This will be a nice, snug fit. On god, I don't know if I want to give you a hand job, blow job, or fuck you. This cock is just so delicious without all the hair in the way."

"If we do this right, maybe we'll get to all three."

She didn't let up, however, and had him tensing his leg muscles, moving his hips, and thrusting up and down. Too spellbound to tell her to stop, and that he needed her pussy.

"I like your choice of oil. Olive oil is edible. I'm fine with the taste, too. Maybe I'll try some."

She bent over and took his cock in her mouth. She started going up and down over the head, and he began to writhe. She was getting him close to cuming. Finally, he had to twist out of her grasp.

Playfully, she said, "What's the matter?"

"Fuck. You're going to make me cum. I just assume we hold off for a bit. We haven't gotten to the best part yet."

"Best part? What's next then?"

"We need to work on getting very close, but before anything else, I need to eat your pussy. I'm craving it something fierce, and it's only fair after the taste you just got of me."

"Please do; there is no way I would say no to that; I love it when guys eat me, and guys that love to eat pussy are special in my book."

They switched positions, and he slid down between her legs. Her cunt was deliciously warm, almost hot. First, he ran his tongue up and down between her inner and outer pussy lips, but then he got to work on her clit, circled it slowly with his tongue, then flicked it up and down. He added more pressure to his up and down motions and then picked up speed until she got squirmy and breathing heavily. He backed off for a moment, slowing the pace before he again licked as fast as he could. When she seemed about to explode, he paused.

He worked his way up to his knees on the oiled surface, changed directions, laid down, and pulled Katherine over onto him. It took her the briefest of seconds to realize what he was doing, and she said, "Yes, I like this too, like this a lot."

With her pussy on his face and her sucking on his cock he was in ecstasy. This is where being stoned enhanced the experience; they were focused entirely on what they were doing, relished every lick and every sensation, and time seemed to have slowed. The only distraction was that he had problems keeping the oil away from his eyes.

Katherine was really enjoying his cock, but he had gotten her right to the edge, and now he was bringing her home. It was one of her more superficial orgasms, but nonetheless, an intense one that made her squeal a little. She wanted him inside her; that would give her one of her immense whole-body orgasms.

Darrell was relishing the orgasm she just had and wanted to keep licking her. Fortunately, her orgasm distracted her from his cock momentarily. He was still having to work hard to hold back his orgasm. If she went to work on him now, he was not sure he could contain it. She rolled off him, slid around, and kissed him hard. They wrapped their legs and arms around each other, laying on their sides, face-to-face, in a deep embrace.

They were relishing rubbing against each other, him rubbing his cock on her, and she, her pussy on him. Eventually, they were forcefully massaging his cock on her clit.