Lube up Megan

"Babe?" the sleeping beauty on your bed asks you, drowsily. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah?" you say.

"Would you like to pour some lube over my ass? It feels better when it's nice and lubed up."

You cannot possibly say no to such a proposition.

"Of course," you say, "but I don't know if I have lube with me..."

She adjusts her head on your pillow, her eyes are still closed.

"I have some in my trenchcoat downstairs. There's a small bottle of lube in one of the pockets."

You go downstairs and search Megan's trenchcoat. You think you've found something on one of the pockets, but it turns out to be...

'A small bag of white powder,' you say, looking at the thing. 'I guess Megan Nookie isn't as innocent as she looks - but to be fair, this is far from the first indicator of that...' Good thing you can't get in trouble with that kind of thing now. You put the bag containing the suspicious substance back and keep searching. There! It's the bottle of lube.

You go back upstairs and sit on the edge of your bed again.

"Take off my pants," she says, smacking her lips sleepily. You peel off her yoga pants as she lazily co-operates. She adjusts to lie down on her belly. She's wearing string panties, exposing her cheeks in all their glory. "Good boy." She still sounds sleepy. "Now climb on top of me like a real masseur on a massage table." You do as she tells you.

Then you pour some of the lube on her buttocks and you start kneading them again. She moans a little. "That's it. This always puts my clients in my mood. Not that they're not already in the mood to fuck me when they see me, but... you know what I mean."

You definitely know what she means. You are sitting on top of her, massaging her nicely lubed ass and lower back, with your erection sitting a few centimeters away from her pussy and ass.

Just as you are thinking about asking if you can 'pronebone' her, the doorbell rings again.