Everett
Andrea guided me to her bedroom and I had to duck to get underneath the doorway. She looked back at me with a wary glance and I wasn’t quite sure why she seemed to nervous. I wasn’t nervous. And she didn’t seem nervous while I was massaging her back at the kitchen table. But when she crawled up into her bed and laid down without taking off her shirt, I realized why she felt nervous.
“If you’d rather sit in front of me on the couch or something, that’s fine as well,” I said.
“No, no. It’s okay. This is actually a lot comfier. I’ve always enjoyed my mattress.”
“Ah, going to fall asleep on me, then.”
“Maybe,” she said.
“Do you have any lotion you want me to use?”
“Lotion on top of my shirt?”
I grinned and bit back a chuckle as her hazy mind slowly began to gear up.
“I don’t have to if you don’t want me to. I figured I’d simply throw it out there,” I said.
The silence hung thick between us as Andrea stared at the headboard of her bed. I stood there in her room, keeping a fair amount of distance while she made her decision. She knew what she was deciding between. If she took off her shirt and introduced the lotion, she knew what she was in for. I’d never be able to keep my hands off her silken, beautiful curves. I’d massage every inch of her until there was nothing left to touch with my hands.
Then, I’d touch everything else with my lips.
“I’ve got lotion in my bathroom. It’s sitting on the back of the toilet,” she said.
“Perfect. I’ll go get it. You just make yourself comfortable.”
My cock throbbed against my jeans as I made my way into her bathroom. I turned on the light and gazed around, taking in the meager set up she had. A small shower that wasn’t fit enough for a child. A permanently-stained toilet. A sink that had cracks in the countertop. A mirror that looked as if it had sat in muddy water for years before being plucked off the street. Being in there made me angry. Knowing that was how Andrea lived made me upset. After all she sacrificed and all she gave, she deserved better than the ramshackle apartment setup she had.
I quickly grabbed the lotion and turned off the light, and I walked into the most delectable scene I’d ever laid eyes on.
“Ready whenever you are,” Andrea said.
She had removed all of her clothes. Panties. Bra. Pants. Shirt. All of it, tossed to the side in a pile next to my feet. Her sheet covered her body and her cheek laid against one of her pillows, and she looked completely content and ready for my hands.
I was going to have a lot of fun with her tonight.
I kicked off my shoes and made myself comfortable. I stripped down to nothing but my boxers before I climbed onto her bed. It was small. Probably no more than a full-sized bed. But it would work for the time being. I straddled her ass and made sure not to put my body weight down onto her, then I lined her spine with lotion as she hissed.
“I’ll warm it up in a second,” I said.
The second my hands hit her back, she jumped. I jumped. Both of us jumped at the electricity that flowed between us. I smoothed the honey-scented lotion over her aching muscles and felt her relax into the mattress. I started small. I started at her shoulders and slowly worked my way down. I ran my fingertips along the edges of her spine and heard her moan into her pillow. I worked my way down her back, swirling my thumbs and kneading her with my knuckles. I got to the slope of her lower back and felt her groan underneath me as her body shifted and her skin broke out in goosebumps.
Then, I shifted the sheet down a little.
I put more lotion in the palms of my hands and rubbed them together. Then, I tackled her ass cheeks. Smooth and round. Shining for me and begging me to grip them. She raised her hips a little bit into my palms and my cock grew harder than granite. I smoothed my thumbs along every inch of her luscious cheeks before I slid the sheet down further, and her legs parted for me like the good girl she was. I slid my hands between her thighs. I massaged her excess as she lightly pressed her hips down against my hands. I knew what she wanted. And she would get it.
But not before I touched every inch of her.
She whimpered as I moved down her legs, working the ache from her muscles. I pressed into her thighs and swirled my fingertips around her calves. I massaged her beautiful feet and even went so far as to move and massage her arms. Every single part of her back at been lotioned up. Her skin was smooth and glistening for me, and my cock was two ticks away from leaking into my boxers.
“Turn over,” I said hoarsely.
And Andrea obeyed as if I had every ounce of control over her.
I put more lotion into my hands and started at her legs. I smoothed lotion over her shins before working my way up to her upper thighs. Her legs were spread for me and I saw her dripping pussy. It glistened and jumped for me with every stroke of my thumb. She rolled her hips. Sighed her lovely little sounds as her hands fisted the sheets next to her body. I took my time with her, watching as her pussy juices dripped down the crack of her soft, globed ass.
Then, I moved my hands to her stomach.