Master & slave share an evening.
The way she was sitting in the chair with the backrest about halfway down, she was looking between her breasts as my hands moved to her lower ribs. I got more oil and massaged it into her chest all the way around her breasts. Once, I brushed my arm over one of her nipples and she gasped loudly. When I slipped my hands in under her breasts to oil the skin there she made that semi growling noise again.
I moved on to her shoulders and then down each arm, which she held out for me. When I finished with both arms, I sighed and closed the oil bottle. She looked at my face for a moment with a quizzical look on her face.
"That's as far as I better go, or we're in big trouble," I said softly.
She took a shuddery breath and nodded. I went on in the same soft voice, "It would be wonderful, but it would be way too complicated for an old man like me. You're my daughter's best friend and only a little over half my age. You're two kids are just a few years older than my grandchildren."
She nodded again. I sighed and smiled before I said, "It is fun to tease each other and all that but I'd better quit while I'm still alive. You'd kill me and I'd die with a smile on my face but.." I let the sentence trail off.
She reached out and took my hands in hers. Then with a soft almost shy smile, she placed a hand on each of her breasts and whispered, "You haven't finished the job yet. These definitely need oiling down and don't be to shy and gentle doing it."
My fingers automatically squeezed her full breasts as she said that last. She arched her back as I did, pressing her breasts harder into my hands. Her hands had still been on mine, but as I squeezed her breasts again, they moved to her nipples, which she pinched and then twisted between her thumbs and forefingers. She did groan now, long and loud.
I took my hands away and took my time opening the tanning oil. My eyes followed her hands as she rubbed, and squeezed her breasts; the groan was down to a low growl now. As I returned my oily hands to her breasts, she moved hers away and let me take over.
I massaged the oil in firmly, squeezing and milking her breasts from the base to the long hard nipples, giving them a pinch and twist at the top of each stroke. Each time I did, she would moan and arch her back.
After a while, she arched up and shifted her body, moving down in the chair until her sex was pressed tightly against my ridged shaft. At the first touch of our sexes, her hips jerked and she growled deeply.
I continued to massage her breasts as her hips took up a slow rocking motion, rubbing her short slit and sex against me. I hadn't put any oil there but it was as slippery as if I had.
She groaned deeply and grabbed my hips, pulling herself tighter to me, and then she tried to sit up as the first waves of a giant orgasm washed through her body. Her stomach muscles rolled and jerked, her hips jerking along my shaft as the orgasm went on and on.
I pulled and tweaked her nipples, which brought an even more violent motion to her stomach and hips, the groan, now up to a loud wail. There was a sudden gush of hot wetness on my shaft and balls, which brought a groan to my lips and a yell from hers.
As her orgasm subsided, I eased off on her nipples and then just ran my palms over her breasts and nipples. After a while, she started to relax, getting her breathing under control. When she had, she sighed deeply and took a couple of deep breaths. She sighed again and her eyes fluttered open to see me looking at her. She smiled shyly for a second and then it slowly turned into a big grin.
"If that orgasm is an indication of how you like to play, then I'm all for it," she whispered.
She paused for another deep breath and went on. "I've had my mind blown a few times but nothing like that. When you were teasing me as you oiled my back, I got damned horny."
She took another deep breath or two.