I poured a generous amount of the lortion into my palms, rubbing them together until the friction started to build some heat.
"Where should I start?" I asked, my voice steady, professional.
"Anywhere you like," she murmured, her face pressed sideways into the pillow.
I started at the nape of her neck, my thumbs working the tension out of her traps before sliding slowly down toward her shoulder blades.I was testing the weight of her, feeling the way her muscles reacted to my touch.
"Your skin is very soft," I said. My hands traced the long, elegant line of her spine, heading straight for the swell of her hips.
"Well, thanks," she smirked, though I could hear the slight tremor in her breath.
I stopped just above the curve of her ass. I reached for the bottle and added more lortion, the liquid slick and shimmering under the dim light. Then, I let my palms settle on her cheeks, squeezing them firmly, kneading the flesh as I worked the lortion in.
"Uhm... didn't think you'd actually dare to grab me like that," Brit said, her voice muffled by the pillow. "I'm surprised."
"Well, you thought wrong, didn't you?" I countered. As I pulled my hands back up, I let my pinky intentionally graze the sensitive, wet seam of her pussy.
She let out a sharp, jagged groan. "Today... you are just full of surprises, Dunk."
I moved on to her thighs, my hands sliding down to her calves and feet, ensuring every inch was coated in a shimmering layer of lortion. I was taking my time, controlling the pace. This was the discipline I needed, the ability to be this close to a naked, willing woman without my new "hardware" redlining.
"I think the back is done," I said, stepping back just an inch to give her room. "Flip over. Face up."
She didn't hesitate. She rolled over in one fluid motion, her small breasts swaying, her skin glistening with the lortion. Her eyes were dark, searching my face as if she were trying to find the boy she used to know behind the cold, focused gaze I was giving her.
She rolled over in one fluid motion, her small breasts swaying and her skin glistening like polished glass under the lortion. Her eyes were dark, searching my face as if she were trying to find the awkward boy she used to know behind the cold, focused gaze I was giving her now.
"Now, this," I said, my voice low and steady, "is what I call a view."
"You talk like none of this is new to you," she whispered, her breath hitching as I loomed over her.
I didn't bother answering. I just poured another puddle of lortion into my palms and let it warm against my skin. I started at the base of her throat, my thumbs tracing her collarbone before sliding down over the curve of her breasts.
Her lips parted the second I made contact. They were small, firm, and felt perfect in my grip. I worked the lortion in with the practiced precision of a pro, kneading the tissue just enough to make her heart rate spike.
"You're certainly taking your time with those," she said, a small, shaky smile playing on her lips.
"They're a lot more interesting than your shoulders," I countered, my thumbs circling her nipples until they peaked into tight, dark buds.
She let out a soft giggle, though it sounded breathless. "I didn't exactly expect things to go this way. The way you touch me... Duncan, have you done this before? You move like you've handled a hundred girls."
I didn't want to discuss my resume with her. There was nothing to tell, at least nothing this world would believe. Instead, I let my hands slide quickly down her belly, my fingers ghosting over the heat of her pussy. She let out a sharp, genuine moan, her hips bucking up instinctively.
I used my thumb to part her outer lips, rubbing the slick center just enough to see her eyes glaze over. She started to drift, her head falling back into the pillow, but I pulled away just as quickly to start lortioning her thighs.
"Hey," she said, sitting up slightly on her elbows, looking half-dazed. "What's the hurry?"
"I'm not here to be your masseur, remember?" I grinned, the expression a bit sharper than friendly. "It's supposed to be the other way around."
"I thought you were enjoying the view?"
"I am. But if I keep touching you like that, you're going to cum on my hands before we even get started," I said.
She bit her lower lip, a challenge flickering in her eyes. "You think I'm that easy to break?"
"Maybe. But let's not make it a challenge—at least, not today. Today, I just want that massage and the happy ending you promised."
Brit sat up fully then, reaching for a bottle of massage oil. The playful smirk was back, but there was a new layer of curiosity in her eyes. "Fine then. Take your clothes off, mysterious neighbor."
I didn't hesitate. I stripped out of my shirt and kicked my pants away. The second my boxers hit the floor and I stood there fully exposed, Brit's jaw didn't just drop and it froze. Her eyes were glued to my cock, her pupils dilating until they nearly swallowed the brown of her irises.
"More surprises?" I asked, enjoying the silence.
She swallowed hard, trying to regain her composure, though her hand was shaking as she gripped the oil bottle. "It's... it's nothing new," she lied, her voice an octave higher than before. "I've seen bigger. I've seen everything."
"Sure you have," I said, knowing damn well she was staring at a monster she hadn't expected.
"Lie down on the bed," she commanded, though the 'authority' in her voice was paper-thin now. "It's my turn to please you."
She poured a generous amount of oil over my chest, the liquid warm and slick as it tracked down my ribs.
"Ever heard of a Nuru massage?" she asked, her voice dropping into a husky, professional purr.
"I know what it is," I said, keeping my face a mask of calm.
Nuru was an art form, full body-to-body contact using a special seaweed-based lubricant. Here, Brit was probably just going to use her skin and the cheap oil she had, but the effect on this high-strung virgin body was going to be the same: lethal.
"Try not to have a premature ejaculation while I give you the massage of your life," she teased, a competitive glint in her eyes.
I almost laughed. That was exactly the goal. I needed to train this hardware to stop redlining the moment things got interesting. I'd already offloaded the first wave of pressure with Donna, so the "loaded gun" factor was gone, but I still needed to build the mental and physical endurance to resist the urge when the friction started.
"I'll do my best to keep it together," I said, a challenge in my voice.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling my thighs. The sensation of her smooth, oiled skin pressing against mine sent a jolt of electricity straight to my spine. She leaned forward, placing her palms flat against my chest, her small breasts hovering just inches from my face.
"Your heart is beating like a bitch, Dunk," she whispered, a triumphant smirk spreading across her lips.