Sunbathing

“Let's sunbathe for a while. You're already dressed for it,” Amy grins at me, and Emilio barks a laugh in surprise, and Amy looks over at him, “Hey, I take it you don't produce milk, but, even still, if you want to help feed this slut at lunchtime ... ?”

“Whoa, uh,” Emilio's cheeks turn warm all over again, but he nods shyly, “Yea. Yea, sure. I feel, um. Very interested. Yes.” Amy grins at him, then nods and turns to me, motioning toward the back door. I look, then look back to her, just waiting.

“Go, sit on the back patio. I will get us some white towels to keep the heat down, and lotion,” she says. I nod in response, promptly pivoting and bouncing on the balls of my feet, as I head to the back yard, and let myself out to sit on the patio.

It isn't exactly what you would call comfortable, since the patio is rough fucking concrete. I won't scuff my ass sitting on it, but it isn't comfortable. I wait patiently, though, because Amy commanded it, and I know better than to resist an order.

I don't know exactly how my reconditioning would punish resistance, but I don't feel inclined to test it. Especially since Amy's being reasonable. She could've just ordered me to fetch, but she decided she wanted to retrieve it and let me rest.

A few minutes later, the sound of the sliding glass door warns me to stand. I turn to see Amy smiling, stripped down bare herself, one arm draped with two huge, thick, fluffy white towels. Her cock is hard, standing proud and tell, but, ignored.

“Come on, let's pick a spot and lotion up. I'll do you, first,” she says. I nod, taking one of the towels and spreading it out, with a crisp thwack of fabric. I lay down, as Amy stretches her towel out beside mine, and turn over onto my back for her.

“Eyes shut, slut,” she commands, and my eyes shutter. Soft hands and fragrant lotion soon stretch along my cheeks and forehead, over my jawline, and down my neck. I open my eyes when her hands reach my chest, watching her stare down.

Her eyes are intent, so fixated on my chest for a moment as she spreads lotion thoroughly, she doesn't notice my eyes are open, for a moment. She glances up, back down, then back up again, and smirks, “I told you to keep your eyes closed, fag.”

“Sorry, Amy, I thought the command expired when your hands reached my chest,” I close my eyes again obediently, and Amy tweaks my nipples. I gasp in pain, my spine arching with a whimper of pleasure, and Amy giggles with amusement.

“It did, you can open your eyes, faggot,” she tells me. I open my eyes, seeing her smiling face right above my own as her hands travel my abdomen, and my obliques. Her arms slide up, then, wrapping both hands around one arm to lotion me.

“I should have you keep your underarms bare, for me,” she says, humming thoughtfully, before leaning closer, and then licking my lips. My cheeks turn to a warm pink, and my eyes flutter, whimpering in pleasure-pain when she bites my lip.

Her eyes focus on mine, maintaining eye contact, as she releases, then slides down, biting my ear. She hums against me, then releases and murmurs, “You'd do that, wouldn't you? You wouldn't even mind. Keeping yourself almost void of it?”

“Keeping the patch above your cock trimmed and neat, as always,” she murmurs seductively, “but no other hair on your entire body, just the little handhold mop up top?” I moan softly in affirmation, as her hands work lotion onto my fingers.

“Of course you wouldn't mind,” she teases, before swiftly moving to my other arm. She switches to my feet, next, sliding slowly up until she reaches my hips. My eyes focus on hers as she starts stroking my hard cock, applying lotion thoroughly.

“Amy ... I-I ... I don't think that's at risk of burning, Amy!” I tell her, my spine arching, hips lifting. She takes her time, and I realise she wants more. I close my eyes and curl my fingers against the white towel underneath me, letting her work me.

“Tell me when you're close, slut,” Amy commands, and I nod obediently. Her fingers move slow and smooth on my shaft, long strokes that clamp tight. She's very good at it, which makes me wonder how often she masturbated to be so skilful.

She will never need to masturbate again, I vow, not now that she owns me. As my balls tighten, I bite my lower lip and I groan, until after several minutes, my spine arches. “O-Oh ... Mm! Amy! My Amy ... I'm close, Amy!”

I feel her hand speed up, and her breath brushes my shaft, and I feel her manoeuvring. My eyes flutter open to see Amy's cock hanging above my face, and I look down, watching her stroke me. Her breasts brush my ribs, and my cock erupts.

My eyes flutter, watching Amy take my release, letting my cream shoot into her open mouth. She continue stroking me, as I breathe in the heavenly, warm aroma of her musk. I lick her cock lovingly, as she draws out my last drop and licks it off.

Amy pushes up then, with her free hand, kneeling upright over me and looking down at me. I quickly roll over and let her do my back, all the way down to my ass. For a few minutes, there are no words. I know what she did, Amy just milked me.

My cheeks are warm as I lotion every millimetre of her, stroking her cock until it glistens. She doesn't let me service her, not now, though, especially not with her cock covered in lotion. Amy taps my nose, “You'll just have to wait until lunch.”

“Thank you, though, for the milk, faggot,” she smiles, licking her lips as I lay down on my towel, beside her. She moves a hand, resting her palm on one cheek of my upturned ass. I smile at her happily and close my eyes, to just enjoy the sun.