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Dirty Talk

Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

said, throwing me her SPF0 Reef Oil. “When you see him coming in, start oiling me and see if you can get him to take over.” She twisted her long hair and tied it in a knot on her head, then lay face down on her towel. A couple of waves later Spike came running out of the surf, so I poured some Reef Oil onto Rupali’s shoulders and started rubbing it in. “How can you stand this stuff?” I asked. “You know there’s no UV protection, right? Why don’t you just baste yourself in butter and climb into an oven?” “A billion Indians with no skin cancer say you’re wrong; I’ve got genetics on my side.” I started massaging the oil into her shoulders as Spike came up to us and towelled his hard, tanned body dry. I looked up at him and put a finger to my lips, telling him to be quiet, and then beckoned him over beside me. I squirted more oil on Rupali’s back below the strap of her bikini, and then I took Spike’s wrists and brought them down to Rupali’s back. He looked at me questioningly: should I? I nodded encouragement so he leaned over and experimentally spread the oil with his fingertips. With her face in the towel, Rupali said “Rub it properly, Belinda, otherwise I’ll sack you and appoint Spike chief masseur when he comes in.” Emboldened, Spike started spreading the oil slowly with both palms. I silently moved out of his way and began applying sunscreen – real sunscreen – to my own body. It wasn’t an onerous task; at 4’11’’ and three-quarters and weighing in at around 40 kilos (88 lbs), ... there’s not much of me to cover so I’m pretty cheap to keep in sunscreen. Spike kneeled closer, applying pressure and earning a low moan from Rupali. “Mmmm. That’s nice, sweetie. Unhook my top and get under the strap, will you?” He undid the clasp and laid the ends of the straps out to the side. Rupali’s breasts were pressed into the towel and now bulged out either side of her chest. Spike massaged up and down her long back, working the oil into her skin, which was now glistening and smelling sweetly of coconut. He had his thumbs facing together over her spine with fingers splayed out wide; they curled around her narrow waist but on each upward stroke he pulled them in, not quite daring to touch the sides of her breasts. “Oooooh babe,” she moaned. “You have magic hands. There are still some dry patches. Make sure you get everywhere.” Spike put more oil on his hands and shaped them around Rupali’s waist. He stroked upwards over her ribs and the side-swells of her breasts, all the way to her armpits and then back down again, lingering at her breasts and moving his fingers in circles, feeling the pliant firmness of her flesh. Rupali moaned in fresh encouragement. “Ooo you dirty girl, Belinda!” Spike quickly moved his hand away and Rupali complained: “Oh, you tease! Go back.” Spike brought both hands back up to her breasts and slowly massaged the sides, his fingers slipping into the gap underneath to stroke the undersides. Rupali was purring with delight and encouraging him on. ...