Oily Rubdown

A man from the crowd stepped forward. "I've got some oil in my bag. Maybe you could wear it? That might...be...hot..." the man kind of trailed off at the end, unsure if he really should be talking like this to a complete stranger, even one who was obviously happy being naked in the middle of London.

Jamie looked the man in the eyes and licked her lips. "You can oil me up yourself, big boy. I'd be happy to help you spread that oil all over." She turned back to her camera, and addressed her audience directly. "Hear that, lovelies? We've got a volunteer to help me glisten, and he'll get to touch anything he wants."

The man pulled a bottle of oil from his bag and stepped into the camera frame, right next to Jamie. He gulped, steeled his nerve, and then opened the bottle and poured oil right onto her chest. Jamie just giggled in response, and started rubbing some of the oil onto herself. Emboldened, the man poured some more oil on her, and then put the bottle down on her desk and started getting his own hands involved.

At first, he was cautious, sticking to less intimate areas. Jamie saw his hesitation, and dragged his hands to her tits herself. "You get to feel me everywhere, love. I want those hands to worship my body with your oil." She smiled and winked at the man. "Maybe if you're a good boy you get to feel my oiled body with other parts once your done."

She didn't have to ask twice. The man started rubbing her down with gusto, making sure to oil everything he could reach, although she did tell him to save the cock for last. First she flipped over to let him oil her backside, making sure to grind her ass against his hands when he was oiling up her magnificent cheeks. Finally, with everything else oiled, she let him rub her cock, moaning in obvious pleasure the whole time.

She grinned at the man and licked her lips. "Well, love, want to use this body you've so masterfully oiled?"