Already the bubbles were starting to die out on me as I lay in the deep tub, though the water remained hot. I sighed and shifted slightly on the slick surface, letting my bottom feel the lingering bath salts. All around me wafted the scent of sweet pea and honey, my favorite smells.
As I shifted the water lapped at the very tips of my nipples and I glanced down. Some of the bubbles had pooled on my firm, tear drop shaped breasts and the large, rosy areolas. Silver dollar nipples, he’d called them and I’d laughed at the silliness. He always made me laugh. There’s nothing sexier than a man who can laugh in bed, or make you laugh in bed.
I was torn between lingering in the soapy water and finishing my preparations for the evening. He’d be here soon and from our last conversation, my birthday present was going to be incredible. I shivered in the warm water thinking of his hands on my slick naked body, his hair sliding over my tits. I felt my flesh grow warmer at the thought of all the things he’s promised me. When I moved again, my breasts came out of the water and the cold made them pucker even more.
Damn. At this rate I’d never make it until he got here. I sighed and decided I’d had enough of the bath. I wanted to be ready when he arrived.
I pulled the lever to drain the tub, stood up quickly before I could change my mind and grabbed the towel. Steam had filled the bathroom and made my upswept hair curl even more around my face and neck, as the steam curled around my wet skin.
When I was dry but still damp I dropped the towel, the perfect time to add moisturizer. There were more than half a dozen choices on the wrought iron shelving; lotions, creams, body butter…and of course, oil. I caught myself reaching for the body oil. My hand stopped. For a long moment it hovered over the little bottles. I had a…well, not a fetish about body oils. I could get aroused without them. But there was something about the oil sliding over my body, the slick heat of it, that did something to me nothing else ever had. If I chose the oil I knew what would happen. I would become so aroused my cunt would, literally, drip with juices.
Then, I imagined him coming in and seeing me, watching me rubbing the warm, slick oil over my flesh and a stab of lust so strong jolted through my body my clit grew instantly, painfully hard. I bit back a groan, and bit my lower lip.
And my fingers closed over a small bottle of oil. I didn’t know which one I’d chosen and turned it over in my hand. Cinnamon-vanilla. From experience I knew it was a delicate scent, the cinnamon just a hint, and the vanilla as smooth and balmy on the nose and the back of the tongue as fresh cream. I pulled out the stopper and my eyes, as fascinated as a child’s waiting to be handed a sweet, watched the thick liquid pour into my palm.
I set the bottle down carefully and began with my neck. The feel of the thick oil was lush, erotic, and thick. A droplet escaped and ran down my neck to the hollow of my throat and pooled there. If I turned, just slightly, I could see myself in the full length mirror hanging on the wall behind the door. My eyes went nearly closed, and slitted, at the sight of my neck arched, and my hands with their blood red, manicured nails sliding down my skin. Already my breathing had grown deeper. My nipples were as hard buttons, almost aching with painful need.
He was standing in the doorway, watching me. He wore only his jeans, and nothing else. His gorgeous blonde hair was hanging over one shoulder nearly to the waistband of his jeans. I could see the thick erection pressing against the material. He licked his lips, a wet motion, and whispered, “Don’t stop. God you’re beautiful when you touch yourself.”
His voice in my head made me sigh, and I began smoothing the oil down my right arm. The motions had become languorous, and my own lips were wet from licking them constantly, mouth slightly parted. My skin gleamed and the scent of the oil filled my nose. Scooping up the tiny drop in the hollow of my neck, I started on the left arm.
I could so clearly see him standing there, watching me, that the intensity of the fantasy rocked me to the bone. I wanted him, so much it had become a painful ache in my cunt. I needed his hands on me. I needed his mouth, his voice, his scent.
My fingers were so slick picking up the bottle wasn’t easy. I lifted it by the top and upended it in the hollow between my firm breasts watching the light play on the thick oil as it slid down my body to my belly button. I set the bottle down on the sink.
Deliberately avoiding my breasts I took my right thumb and smoothed the oil down my sternum to my belly button. Then, I used my right hand to caress my stomach and the left to rub the slick oil into my upper chest. As I did, my oil slick arm brushed against my aching, puckered nipple.
“Oh, God.” I groaned it as the tight hot sensation snapped, like an electrical line someone had yanked, all the way down my body to my clit. Moisture pooled in the folds of my now aching, swollen pussy lips. My toes curled up the feelings were so strong.
Before I finished myself even before I’d touched my tits and cunt, I moved my hands down to my stomach and began smoothing the glistening oils over my flat stomach, my hips, and even a little over my upper thighs. I’d used too much, but it didn’t matter. It only added to the thick sensations pouring through my body now.
My hands moved back and my eyes almost completely closed, I started smoothing the oil over the tops of my buttocks.
“No. Not like that. Get some more oil. And turn around.” The sound of his voice whispering the instruction to me was so clear in my head my eyes went closed with need.
I reached for the bottle, focused on it with slitted eyes, so I wouldn’t break the fantasy. I poured a generous amount into my palm, set the bottle down, and rubbed my hands together. Then, I turned around putting my back to Him.
Slowly I smoothed the oil over my buttocks. Then, I smoothed it down my upper thigh.
“Spread your legs for me, just a little,” he whispered voice thick. I didn’t hesitate to obey. “God yeah, like that.”
I bent over more to smooth the oil down my leg, my knee, exposing myself to him, and heard his breath catch and suck in. My own breath was none too steady now. I slid my hands down, down, over my calves and bent even further.
“You’re beautiful cunt is so wet it’s dripping….glistening and sweet. I can’t wait to lick it up like cream. I can see your clit almost throbbing it’s so hard and swollen. Don’t stop,” he growled, thick and deep with need. I groaned deep in my throat as my puckered, aching nipple brushed against my thigh. He was right. My clit was swollen and so hot it was almost painful. As I moved my slick hands to my other leg and ankle I felt moisture slide from my aching cunt to the very inside of my thigh. The mixture of the steamy room, the feel of the oil on my body, the fantasy of him watching me, was too much.
I slowly rose, smoothing the oil over my knee and thigh, then my hips, biting my lip to stop myself from whimpering.
“Slide your hand around and into the cleft of your ass,” he commanded. I did, without hesitation. “Lower. Bend over, just a little, so I can see. Perfect. Rim the pucker with you fingers. God yes.”
I heard material sliding and falling and knew he was shedding his jeans. But I dared not look. The sight of his thick, hard cock would have sent me over the edge. If he was touching himself I would have lost all control.
“Lower.” I slid my fingers lower and felt the skin of my lower cunt, waxed smooth and now, even more thick with moisture than the oil. “Use your fingers to spread it apart. I want to look at your pussy spread open for me and dripping with sweet juices. That’s it.”
I whimpered and my knees shook so badly I had to put my free hand out to brace myself on the cabinet. I stayed there, bent over, cunt spread for his eyes, literally shaking and whimpering for his touch, for several long moments. My nipples hurt now, and needed to be touched, pinched, and caressed.
“Please,” I whimpered, barely above a whisper, and heard him chuckle.
I could barely stand when he said, “Stand up, yes. Now turn around and pick up the oil.” I did, trembling, and ended up knocking it over on the sink and the oil trickled out in a pool of creamy of liquid. I gasped at the mess, but he only commanded, “Scoop it up in your fingers. Rub it into your breasts, but don’t touch the nipples.”
Eyes slitted I looked down and cupped my full, aching breasts using all my fingers to rub the oil into the firm mounds. My nipples were hard as little pebbles and sticking straight out, begging for attention, for touch. I couldn’t bear it anymore.
“Use your forefinger to slowly rub the oil into the rosy tits, but don’t touch the hard nipple. That’s it.” I whimpered again, staring down at myself as I worked my oil slick fingers around the silver dollar nipples. “Now, touch your hard nips, gently.”
I cried out as the sensation rocked down my body to my cunt and nearly sent me to my knees. Just that light touch of oil and hot finger on the tips of the hard buttons made my clit throb and more moisture pool in the already swollen, aching folds.
He growled out, “Now pinch them in your thumb and forefinger. God yes, like that. Harder. Pull them out for me. Jesus that’s beautiful. Don’t stop, baby. Pluck them for me. Make them feel so good.”
I went down on one knee, undone but unable to stop obeying his commands. I was so deep into the fantasy now I was whimpering out loud and pleaded, “Please, God…I can’t…
He walked toward me, gloriously naked. His cock was thick and straining, sticking out almost straight from his body and swaying with his movements. He’d flung his long hair over his shoulder. Just the look in his eyes almost undid me. I had to take my hands from my nipples or come right then, without my pussy even having been touched.
He stared down at me, that beautiful cock throbbing inches from my eyes. My mouth watered at the sight of the thick, swollen length, and the little droplet of moisture starting to seep out. I actually swayed toward him, licking my lips, hungry for a taste.
“Not yet,” he whispered, grinning with pure male satisfaction. “Get up.”
It was painful to move but I did. My whole body felt tight and swollen and aching with need. I had to use the cabinet as a brace.
“Sit up here.” He touched the small cabinet, really a dresser, with a hard marble top.
I slid up on the cabinet and gasped. The marble was cool, but against my very wet, swollen cunt it felt almost like ice. The sensation of the cold on my incredibly hot pussy lips almost undid me and I whimpered again.
“Sit back, back to the wall. Yes, like that. Pull your hips down.” He sighed out and shook his head sending his hair over his shoulder as a sweep of blonde silk. He seemed to be having trouble speaking himself now and I felt a burst of pure, feminine satisfaction that I was affecting him as much as he did me. “Put your hands on the back of your thighs and spread your cunt for me again. I want to see all of it.
