Scene 13 — Cal

“I do. Green if you want me to keep going, yellow slow down, red for stop,” Cal instructed Lindsey. She nodded eagerly.

Cal felt like he should pinch himself to make sure he was not in a dream. He had some inkling Lindsey would probably want to fool around a little after brunch, since they had basically agreed to that before the meal. Not in his wildest imagination had he imagined her coming through the door and proposing a wet and messy session. He pulled off his clothes and tossed them on the bed next to Lindsey’s dress.

Lindsey eyed his cock with desire in her eyes.

“I’m sorry I called you small, you know you’re not right?” Lindsey asked.

“I do, but perhaps you should also be punished?” Cal asked in a teasing voice and cocked his eyebrow at Lindsey.

“Yes, I do think that would be best,” Lindsey grinned, understanding what he meant.

Cal examined his choices. The bottle of olive oil seemed like a good place to start. He unscrewed the top and gave Lindsey one last questioning glance.

“Green,” Lindsey said and sat back resting on her hands, presenting her chest. Cal poured a drizzle across her chest just above her breasts. Lindsey gasped then giggled a little. She looked down as the line of oil slowly moved downwards in tiny steams as gravity took effect. Some ran over her breasts and a lot went down the valley between them.

Lindsey sat up straight and brought her hands to her breasts rubbing in the oil. She shuddered slightly, obviously enjoying the sensation.

“It’s kind of slimy, but in like a fun way,” Lindsey said.

“I think I read somewhere it’s good for your skin,” Cal said. “Still green?” “Oh yeah, this is fun,” Lindsey answered. Cal stepped behind Lindsey and poured aggressively across her shoulder blades. This oil moved more quickly down her back since he had poured more on her. It worked its way down her back, coating most of it.

Lindsey shivered. “It’s such a weird sensation moving down my back, almost like it’s teasing me by going so slow,” she said. “Still green, this is great foreplay, I’m getting more than a little turned on.”

Cal circled back around so he was standing in front of Lindsey. She looked up at him and sat back on her hands again so her chest was angled, then gave her boobs a slight, inviting shake.

“You look hot,” Cal said, honestly.

“Is it weird to say I feel sexy?” Lindsey asked.

“Heck no, you are. I love how it makes your skin glisten.”

“Green,” Lindsey said self-confidently.

Cal poured a half the remaining bottle over her breasts. This time it didn’t dribble down her chest, it raced across her already oiled breasts and only slowed slightly when it reached the dry skin of her stomach. The cloth of Lindsey’s panties was the only thing to stem the tide. The fabric darkened and began to become transparent.

“Holy fuck. Green!” Lindsey said excitedly as she watched and felt the progression. Emboldened, Cal poured oil directly onto the front of Lindsey’s panties. The oil quickly soaked her underwear, making the white cloth translucent. Cal admired the shape of Lindsey’s clean shaven mound and lips. He was fully hard by that point.

Lindsey’s left hand dropped to her sex while her right cupped a breast. It was obvious she was extremely turned on.

“Pull out your waistband,” Cal instructed. Lindsey did so and he poured the remainder of the bottle of oil directly into her panties. Lindsey groaned with arousal as the oil coated her, then pulled her underwear tight to emphasize the sensations.

“This feels so good, I’m so ... I don’t know, slimy? Oily? Dirty? I’m so turned on,” Lindsey said, short of breath.

“As you can tell, so am I, you’re quite a sight,” Cal observed.

“Damnit, that’s hot, I really want you, do you want to join me in this mess?” Lindsey asked.

“I do, but I’m going to try to embrace delayed gratification, because you are not nearly dirty enough,” Cal said. “Take care of business yourself for the time being.”

With a groan Lindsey shoved one hand into her underwear and began working her clit. She quickly worked herself towards an orgasm as best Cal could tell, based on her panting, frantic hand movements and moaning.