After laying in the sun for now a good hour, we could feel the heat in out bodies. We had grabbed our glasses to freshen up the wine coolers. My little yellow suit was dry except I could feel some dampness. Looking down, there was a little wet spot from precum, providing a glisten and slick spot on the bulge. I looked at Katy's crotch and she too was wet on the bottom of her mound. That rubbing had kindled a fire I figured we were about to stoke.
I went to the kitchen to fix our wine coolers and Katy grabbed another bag I had carried in earlier. She set it on the coffee table and began digging through it. She first pulled out a plastic wrapped container labeled Painter Drop Cloth. Seeing this, I asked her what is that for. Not looking up from her task, she said, " we can drape this over the sheets to keep the oil form getting onto their bed. I have another sheet and pillow slips to put on top of it." I said, "Wow, you think of the details, don't you?" She laughed and responded, "Yea,, ten years of competitive swimming seems to prepare you for anything." She pulled out a couple of narrow long plastic bottles and said, "What's your favorite fruit, Strawberry or grape?" I told her Strawberry would be fine and asked her if she liked it. She said she did and take these things and set up in the bedroom.
I grabbed our wine coolers and she grabbed her assortment of massage things and headed into the room. Setting the glasses on the night stand, I turned for the door and told her I better lock the front door in case we have any more uninvited guests. She said, " I hear that, and pull the drapes, too. The sun will be scorching the living room in a while."
I came back in the bedroom and Katy had dropped her top but kept her bikini bottom on. I said, " Should I drop my speedo?" and she said, "Keep it on, I like to start with it on. The material gives such sensual sensations." I agreed and walked over to her. She said, "Let me do you first, so lay on your stomach and put a pillow under your head. Katy had already bagged the pillows with a garbage bag and pillow slip. I took my position in the middle of the queen size bed as she instructed, and then Katy straddled my butt so she could massage my shoulders and neck.
She had a tray of several oils on a tray laying on the mattress, and took one and dribbled it down my spine. Then with both hands, pushed the heel of her palms into the liquid, spread it around some and began kneading my shoulder and neck muscles. As she massaged up and down, pulling on my shoulders, her hips also pulled back and forth, rubbing her mound on my butt cheeks. Top side, I was relieving tension, but bottom side, I was building tension. After a few minutes, she scooted down to straddle my legs and massaged my upper legs and then my calves. Slapping me on the butt cheek in a playful way, she said, "okay, turn over, it's time to totally relax you."
I slowly turned over so as not to disturb the tray of oils and placed my legs either side of Katy who was sitting on her calves with her hands on her knees. "Perfect," she said as she oiled up my chest and belly. This time she eased up my legs and straddled my hips, so as to be able to press her mound against my bulge which was, needless to say, getting real tight inside that speedo. Then she slid back a bit to expose my package better for her reach. As she rubbed my belly and sides, her hands would alternately pass over my bulge and she would squeeze it gently or let her index finger stroke my balls or growing shaft. The speedo material was smooth as silk but offered a tingle that sent sensations up my spine. When she did, I would moan a quite "Ohhh that's nice," or "Hmmmm, more please."
The I felt her hands on my sides and her mouth kiss my balls through the speedo. "Wow, Katy, you can kiss me there anytime." I said playfully. She giggled and resumed her advances. She could tell my dick was straining so she raised up, and taking the sides of the speedo, started pulling it off of me. I raised my butt and after several tugs the speedo was off, and after pulling it off my legs, tossed it to the floor. My cock slapped my belly as it rejoiced in freedom and Katy gasped, "Matt, you are so big!" as she grasped it and reaching down, kissed the head. I said, "Katy, I am not that big, but if he can satisfy you and pleasure you, then I am happy." Smiling she reached for a hand towel and wiped the oil that soaking my speedo had covered my shaft and balls, with gentle wiping action as if polishing a rare artifact.
She took another bottle and said, "the strawberry is edible," and dripped it on the head of my shaft, letting it run down to my balls. She rubbed it gently and it was warm and tingly feeling. Placing her lips over my head, she sucked and tugged with her mouth, simultaneously stroking my cock with a slight twisting action. She moved herself to my side and with her other hand massaged my balls. The sensation of the spicy oil, her hand massage, and her lips tugging on cock was phenomenal. I could feel an orgasm building. Our first round today had given me some distance. After only a half minute, I could feel the power of an explosive orgasm building. She could feel a pulse in my cock and came up for a second to say, "Cum to me, baby." And back on my head she went. I surged and let out an "OHHH F**K!" and she sucked me and stroked each surge in time with me. I must have surged six times, and as I came down from the upward bow of my back, Katy took one last suck and raised up looking at me, with cum on her face.
I looked at her with an expression of caring and said, "Katy, here let me wipe your face." I took the towel and gently wiped her mouth and kissed her. We sat there kissing for a minute. Then she said, "Now, you do me and reached for the wine coolers. After gulp, she flopped on her belly and closed her eyes.
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