Some oily playtime

Popping open the suntan oil you squeeze out a dollop of it. Naturally you do so on your breast, and squeeze the malleable treasure as your rub it in, massaging with more **** than you need for simple sunscreen.

A moan escapes you as you attack the other side, making it glisten like a beacon to anyone who might be watching.

It's so tempting to just stay with your breasts, to empty the entire bottle onto them, but you tease yourself instead, forcing you hands away from your breasts and up to your shoulders. Even then you use your hands to push the skin up, pulling up your breasts and nipples, then letting them sink back down before jerking them up again.

Itching to grab your aching nipples you do your best to soak your upper back, letting your arm brush across your fleshy wonders as you reach around and rub. Somehow you manage to get the oil on in a reasonable manner without detouring to touching yourself, even when your hands creep lower down your back and your taut buttocks come within range.

With a great effort you pull your hands away, squirting oil on your front and sides, letting it dribble as you put your hands on each side, then rub across you quivering belly until each hand has reached the other side, you long nails making you cry out as they graze the underside of your boobs in passing.

Breathing hard you raise your hands, your forearms forming a basket beneath your throbbing tits and lifting them up and together. You squirm so that the base of your palm pushes against one breast, massaging it briefly before moving away, letting the other palm have its own moment of glory.

With shuddering breaths and shaking hands you lower your arms, letting your fingertips run down over your hips, then over the tops of your thighs until they seem to be on a collision course at the oh-so-needy juncture of your legs.

At the last moment you pull up, pushing hard against the soft skin, fingertips brushing through the well-trimmed hairs before your hands pass to their proper sides.

With more oil you douse your legs, the bottle clattering from the shaking of your hand as put it back down, bringing your hands back to your hips. They yearn to move together, to explore the juicy folds that have begun to leak down your leg.

Instead you will them downward, and reluctantly the push down your shapely legs, gone weak from the tantalizing teasing you've subjected yourself to. Down to your feet you go, diligently, if distractedly, rubbing the oil into your feet. Then, pressing firmly, you rub the oil up your calves, feeling the bunching of muscles beneath the smooth skin.

Up past your nearly knocking knees you go, sinking weakly onto the chaise as your hands approach their target, barely held in check by the last frayed edges of your will as you grimace and bite your lip from the effort.

Your thighs feel so soft and sensitive as your palms slide up them, hands turning so that your fingers slide right up to the tops of your thighs... and then pull away.

A low groan escapes you, and your legs visibly shake as you pick up the oil again, holding it with some trouble. You squeeze hard on the bottle, filling your palms to overflowing before letting it clatter to the deck forgotten. Time for the finale.

With oil dripping onto your body from your hands you lower them to your hips, lean back and bring your legs onto the chaise. One hand reaches back, the other reaches forward. You hands turn, reaching farther than the juncture of your legs.

Then, with your hands cupped you bring them up slowly, far too slowly, and they touch between pussy and anus, pausing for a second before you press harder, and drag one towards the front, and one towards the back, letting the rest of your hand push down and lead the way.

In your life as a man you'd never felt anything like what you then feel. No matter how many orgasms you'd had you'd have traded them all if it would have bought you this. You don't even know how you'd describe it.

Heat, tingling, clenching, and wave after wave of bliss exploding from not just under your hands but upwards and outwards, like a fire of ecstacy consuming the nerves leading out from your sex and even your breasts, coating your skin and your insides with the most exquisite sensations imaginable until you finally pass out, your loud orgasmic cries doing nothing to stop the blackness from closing in.