I burst into the house and kicked my heels across the room. Chad lowered his magazine and raised an eyebrow at me from across the room.
“Tough day, Liz?” he asked, smirking because he already knew the answer from my entrance.
“I demand your therapeutic services immediately,” I said, then laughed in spite of my stress. Work had been a beast, and the only thing that kept me going those last couple of hours was the thought of Chad’s able hands on my body.
Chad tossed his magazine to the floor and got up from the recliner. He crossed the carpet and gripped my hip. “My services are at your command,” he murmured.
I tilted my head up to kiss him, then hissed in pain. My neck and shoulders were in knots — physical proof of the day’s tension. Chad made clucking sounds, rubbing my muscles. “We’re going to need to help you relax, first,” he said.
He led me into the bedroom while undoing each button on my shirt. Reaching around and squeezing my ass, Chad unzipped my skirt. I wiggled my hips, and it fell to the ground.
Chad drew in a quick breath. “No underwear today? You bad girl.”
I smiled and unclasped my bra. “It was a surprise for you,” I said, batting my eyelashes. “I knew I could get you to undress me.”
Chad smiled before laying me across the bed. He ran his experienced hands down my back. My muscles shivered at his touch. I wrinkled my brow at the sudden loss of one hand and the sound of Chad rummaging through our bedside table. “What’re you —“ I started to complain.
“I want to try something,” he said quickly, cutting me off. I heard the pop of a lid and a familiar scent filled my nostrils.
“Suntan lotion?” I asked.
“Coconut oil,” Chad answered.
“Are you talking about lube?”
“It’s a little more than that,” Chad said.
I sat up. “And what, exactly, are you planning on doing with it?”
Chad shrugged and grinned. “Whatever came to mind, starting with getting those kinks out of your back.”
I frowned. “I don’t want to get all oily.” Pulling a couple of pins loose, my hair tumbled down from its bun. I shook it out. “Come on, Chad. Give me what I want.”
Chad dipped into the bottle and rubbed his fingers together. The smell was heavenly — a memory of summer in our bedroom. “I really want to try this,” he said. “I know you’ll enjoy yourself.”
“How do you know?” I retorted. “I don’t even know if I’ll enjoy it or not.”
“Let’s try it,” Chad persisted. “I’ll take care of everything.”
“Will you even wash the sheets after the fun is over?” I smiled devilishly.
Chad mulled it over for a moment. “Maybe we’d better take this outside.”
I laughed and rolled off the bed. We hadn’t had sex outside in a long time. This would be a perfect night, making love beneath the stars.
Outside, the pool lighting illuminated my naked body with ghostly blue shadows. I positioned myself facedown in a lounge chair, shuddering as the cool plastic shocked my bare skin.
“Relax,” Chad breathed. I squirmed as I felt the oil splash onto my back. Coconut filled my nostrils, and I inhaled deeply.
Chad’s fingers danced over my stress-wracked body. The oil allowed his palms to glide over my muscles, smoothing and melting the knots away. He worked his way down my spine, driving tiny groans from between my lips. Chad kneaded my ass, alternating between massage and teasing. He traced circles in the oil covering my skin.
Slick hands rubbed down my thighs, tickling me behind my knees. I jerked, and a giggle escaped me. The giggle hitched into a gasp as oiled hands pressed against the arches of my feet. Pleasurable tingles radiated from my feet to my crotch.
I rolled over on the lounge chair, tossing my head. “More,” I moaned. I gasped in surprise as oil splashed over my tits. “Seriously?” I squawked. “I’m going to be shiny for days if you keep this up.”
“I’ll just dunk you in the pool when I’m through with you,” Chad teased. He raised an eyebrow. “Or hose you off.” I could tell the thought aroused him, and not just from the bulge in his pants.
Chad gently raked his nails down my chest, pinching my nipples. My eyes fluttered shut, and I arched my back at the electric pleasure that sent goose bumps erupting over my skin.
Chad removed his hands, and I whimpered a protest. “I have to go get something,” he explained.
I opened my eyes and pouted. Chad laughed and kissed me deeply. “I’ll be right back,” he said.
I groaned in frustration at the loss of contact. The oil coating me made me feel like I was going to slip right off the lounge chair. I trailed my hands over my chest, smoothing the oil in patterns. It felt, I had to admit, completely erotic to be drenched in oil. I was literally dripping with it. Feeling dirty, I pinched my nipples between my thumb and finger, roughly pulling at the pert and slippery skin. God, I was horny. I pushed the oil lower, over my ribs and belly. A wicked thought flitted across my mind: How would the oil feel on my — “Oh!” I didn’t bother stifling a moan as my greased fingers glided over my clit, circling and tweaking. I closed my eyes as I pulled up the hood with one finger and ghosted another over the exposed nub, the oil adding a whole new dimension to my art. Shuddering, I tickled my lips with my other hand and prepared to plunge —.
“And what do we have here?”
I jumped, opening my eyes and halting my explorations at the sight of Chad. He shook another bottle and smirked at me.
“Well, what’s a girl supposed to do when her man leaves her by herself in the heat of the moment?” I asked, pulling at my nipples and biting my bottom lip for Chad’s benefit.
“Should I leave you alone with yourself for a while?”
I gave a posh sigh and waved him away dismissively. “Do what you like,” I said, rubbing circles over my breasts and mewling.
He chuckled. “You look so tempting,” he said. “I just want to rub my body against yours.” He shucked off his shirt and stepped out of his pants. I licked my lips at the sight of his hard cock.
“Climb on then — careful not to slip,” I joked, holding my arms out.
“Not so fast,” Chad said, wagging a finger. “I brought us this to try.”
I sat up on my elbows and squinted to make out the lettering on the bottle. “Strawberry — wait, more lube? Don’t you think we’re going overboard here?”
“I promise that you will like this one even better.” Chad popped the bottle open and squirted it directly between my open legs. I squealed at the cold liquid against my hot pussy. Chad knelt at the foot of the lounge chair, then began lapping up the oil from my dripping cunt. I twisted and groaned as Chad’s tongue chased down each rivulet meandering over my labia and into my hole. He grabbed my thighs to hold me still, suckling and munching at my mound. I was drenched, completely drenched, in oils and my own juices. I gave a high whine as Chad worked to drink everything in.
I grabbed his hair and forced him away from my pussy. “What about you?” I asked, out of breath.
“Eating your delicious cunt is enough to get me hard.” Chad smacked his lips.
“Uh-uh.” I shook my head. “Lay your ass down and give me that oil.” We switched positions and it was my turn to watch him squirm as I drizzled oil over his cock and balls. The cloying smell of strawberries drew me in as I dipped my head over his crotch. I nibbled the very tip of his penis, sampling the flavor of his skin doused in strawberry sex oil. It tasted glorious. I ran my tongue up and down his shaft, making it my goal to clean every drop of the lube from him. Lifting his cock with one hand, I nuzzled his slippery sack. Carefully, I took one testicle in my mouth, swirling my tongue to clean it completely. Chad gave a low moan. With just as much detail, I licked the other testicle clean, pressing my tongue onto the sensitive underside of the base of his dick.