This is a work of fiction, meant for adults only.
It turned out to be your typical Monday. It seemed like everything that I'd done last week, had to be gone over again. I was spending time in every department, and trying to keep up with the flow of problems that arose. Trying to keep all of that straight and trying to fix what I could as it occurred was taking its toll. By one in the afternoon, I was dead.
I was sitting in my office, one that had been made available to me for the duration, and was trying to get everything straight. I spent the next three hours on the computer, making notes and e-mailing reports back to the head office. I spent another hour in a meeting with the department heads, giving them a list of further things that had to be dealt with, and half an hour, answering the questions that came out of that. After another half hour to get things together for the following morning, and I was ready to get the hell out of there.
I didn't take anything from work home with me. I figure I dealt with enough of that at the office, and there were other things to deal with at the hotel, things that were far more enjoyable then reports and spreadsheets. As I got in the cab, for the ten-minute ride, my stomach was rumbling. I looked at my watch, and thought about Angie for the first time in a while. I didn't suppose she would be in any shape to go out anywhere tonight, not after what was happening, probably right now.
After paying the cabby, I got out in front of the hotel. As I was entering, I thought about going and checking up on how things were going for Angie. Thinking I was probably not high on her list of people to see at the moment, I went over to the small bed and bath store instead.
Searching around, I came up with a bottle of oil, for soothing and moisturizing skin. With that, and a few things that I need, I headed on up to my room. I had just gotten out of the shower, and slid into a T-shirt and boxers, when there was a knock on my door.
As I opened the door, Angie pushed her way past me, a garment bag over one arm, and death in her eyes. "You could have told me that I was going to be tortured."
"I didn't know you were being tortured, I thought I lined you up with a relaxing couple of hours, being pampered," I said lying through my teeth, and trying to look innocent.
"Ya, right. I almost didn't let them start, and then when I did, they said you had told them to finish and to not miss a thing," she said slamming her purse down.
Whirling to face me, her arm shot straight out the garment bag clutched in a death grip, waiting for me to take it and hang it up. I took it from her as she spun on her heel, and stocked away from me. I noticed that the salon had done a great job, her dark hair shined and flashed in the light, and her nails looked great. The flush in her cheeks made it difficult, but you could tell that her skin looked like it glowed.
"Oh for the first hour, all I could think of was, how could I repay you for the fabulous experience that I was having," she said turning to look at me. "They pampered, and fussed over me, they wrapped me, massaged me, and tweezed me. I had a manicure, a pedicure; they did my hair, and soaked my entire body. THEN, they started the torture. Tell me, have you ever had every hair on your body pulled out by the roots?" she said approaching me slowly, eyes glaring.
"Why no, I don't believe I have," I said.
"Go ahead, make fun, you have to sleep sometime," she said as got right up to me.
I almost smiled because of the way things looked. Angie was standing so close that her head was all the way back so that she could glare at me. "Look, they told me it wouldn't be that bad, and they also said it was good for up to a month," I said trying to defend myself.
"Not that bad huh, let's see you try it and we'll see what you think when they're pulling the hair off your balls," she said staring me in the eye.
I took her by the shoulders, and turned her towards the bed. Pushing her ahead of me, I walked us over by the bed. Releasing her shoulders, I turned her back facing me, and started working the buttons of her blouse open. I pulled it out of her skirt, slipped it off her shoulders, and threw it over the chair back. Angie was still scowling at me, as I slipped my arms around her, and found the zipper to her skirt. Lowering it, I took hold at the sides, at worked it past her hips until it dropped to the floor.
"I don't know what you have planned, but if you were thinking of trying anything, you had better think again," she said standing there naked, hands on her bare hips.
"Oh calm down," I said as I gave her a shove, landing her on her ass on the bed. "I have something else in mind, and you will like it, I guarantee."
Looking down at her I saw what she was talking about. Her groin, and the inside of her thighs were an angry red, with her pussy looking swollen. I pushed her the rest of the way down onto her back, and got her to move to the middle, so her ass was close to the edge. Kneeling on the floor, I grabbed her ankles, and opened her legs wide, putting her feet on the mattress. Looking closely now, I could see that she was now smooth as a baby.
I reached over to the bedside table, and grabbed the bottle of oil, that I had bought earlier. As Angie lay back against the pillows pouting, I move up between her legs a little closer to her, and opened the cap of the bottle. Holding my hand over her belly, I poured until it overflowed. Angie's eyes popped open, as the cold oil landed on her over heated skin.
Capping the bottle, I dropped it off to the side. I put my hands together, and stated to warm what oil didn't squish out, between them. It's a dirty job, but someone's got to do it. PICK ME. I started on the insides of her knees, and slid my hands toward the tops of her thighs, stopping short of her pussy, and then reversed my direction, going down all the way to her ankles.
After a very short time, and with very little encouragement from me, Angie's legs opened wider until she the souls of her feet were touching each other, and her legs were almost flat on the bed. I worked the oil into her inner thighs for a while. Then bypassing her pussy, I moved up to her belly. Collecting some of the oil that had pooled in her bellybutton, I drug it down, and started working it in.
I reached down, and picked up the bottle again, and filled my hand. Holding it over her lower belly, I rubbed my hands together to warm it. With a heavy coat on my hands, I started on her swollen mound. I rubbed it in gently on the front, using my thumbs to spread it down to her outer lips. Angie gave a heavy sigh, closed her eyes, and her legs did flatten out on the bed.
I just kept rubbing the soothing oil on, and around her swollen pussy, stopping every once in a while to add more oil. I started to widen my strokes, working it in to her thighs, belly, and up to her chest. Soon, I had reached her tits, and continued up to as high as her throat.
I kept adding oil, and soon her entire front, from her ankles to her throat glistened with sheen of oil. Her nipples stood out hard as nails, and she made soft whimpering sounds, as I swept my oily hands over them repeatedly. I started using long strokes from the fronts of her shoulders, down to her wide-open thighs. When I ran them over her mound, and down to her inner thighs, her hips rose slightly, and her whimper turned to a soft moan.
I was trying hard to keep away from her spread open pussy. When her hips started to move, I'd occasionally scrape the pad of my thumb over her extended clit, causing her to grunt and her hips to pop up a little higher.
I was using long slow strokes, covering her whole body. Adding a little oil, I'd start at her knees, drop down to her feet, and then slide my hands slowly all the way up to her throat. On the way past her mound, I'd slip my thumbs over the outer lips, and on past her pussy, over her mound, and up over her round belly, to her tits. After tugging on them, I continued up to her throat, all the way to the bottoms of her ears.
As I brought my hands back down, I leaned back to look at her. What a picture. Angie's body gleamed from the light shining off the oil that covered her. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and her legs were flat out on the bed to either side. Her hips refused to stop moving, they kept a slow rocking motion going, and every time my hands came near her pussy, they stayed up to try and get more contact. And there was a slow oozing of pearly white cream coming from that splayed pussy that had made its way all the way to the bed.
With one hand still rubbing her, I used the other to work my boxers off. My very hard cock stuck straight out, as I ran both hands up and down her body again. Pulling my hand back, covered in oil again, I slid it up and down the length of my cock, covering it in oil.
With as little experience as she had, I figured this was going to be another first, and I wanted it to be as painless as possible. I picked her legs up by the ankles, and put her feet out to the sides. Reaching under, I grabbed her by the fronts of her thighs, and pulled her ass even closer to the edge of the bed. Angie's knees were now up, but still spread wide.
I reached up to Angie's shoulders, and then slowly ran them down over her hard nipples, and the length of her body. I started rubbing directly onto her mound, using my thumbs to push and rub her clit. She started to thrust her hips up at me, and I put more pressure on her clit with my thumbs.
Leaving one thumb on her clit, I stroked the other down toward her ass. Gathering her own cream, to make things easier, I started to rub circles slowly around the hole. Once she was getting into that, I started inserting my thumb, and rubbing that hot cream into that rosebud. Changing to my fingers on her clit, I brought my other thumb down to help open her. I worked my other thumb in beside the first one, and rubbed slowly in and out, with my fingers still working her clit.
Angie was really getting into it. Her hips were moving all over, she had her feet planted, and was working her self up at my hands. The squishing sound coming from my hand moving over her open slit was driving me mad. I pulled my hand away from her, leaving her clit and asshole empty. I ran my cream covered hand up and down my cock, and rose up on my knees.
I put my right hand on top of her clit, and with the left aimed my cock at her now open asshole. I lodged the head in, and putting pressure against her, started to slide in slow. I had the head in, before her head snapped around, and her eyes popped open.
"NO," she shouted, as her hands moved down between her legs to push at me.
I reached around the out sides of her thighs, and got a hold of her wrists. I pulled her wrists to the outside of her hips, and slid my hands down to her hands, getting her to lace her fingers with mine. Then I started to push into her again. I had to let go of one of her hands, so that I could keep her mind on something besides my entrance into her ass. I brought my free hand back to rub her clit. As soon as I started to rub, she took hold of my wrist, and she relaxed a little.
"OH, Jesus Christ you're going to tear me in half, please stop," she pleaded looking up at me.
"Try to relax. It won't tear you in half. I'm going as slow as I can, but I'm not going to stop, so just relax and let it happen," I said as I rubbed her clit a little harder.
