"What do you think?"
"Pretty hot," I said, "But then you know that much."
She grinned, looking at my swelling manhood. There wasn't much hope of hiding a reaction when you had no clothes on. Not that I needed to hide my reaction just them. Zoey flicked her head to signal for me to approach.
I climbed onto the bed, and she bade me lie down on my back.
"Aren't we going to mess up your sheets?"
"Who cares about sheets?" she said, kneeling up astride my knees to pour some of the oil over my abdomen until it was beginning to trickle off the sides of my body. I jumped as it first touched my skin - it was cold, but soon warmed up. It smelled gently of coconut.
"Shouldn't we use your massage table?" I suggested as I lay back.
"I'm not sure it's designed to take the weight of two people," she said, and began to spread the oil around my stomach, down over my thighs, and carefully around my pubic area. Though initially avoiding my hard cock, she gave in to the temptation after a few moments.
It was so sensual, so quietly exhilarating to feel her touch, her soft hands gliding all over my oil-coated skin.
She pressed her body down on me, her breasts crushing against my thighs, before she slowly slid upwards over my cock, my hard shaft surrounded by the hot velvet flesh of her breasts.
"Mmm..." she moaned, and I echoed that moan, as she indulged for a few moments in the sensation of her breasts rubbing over my thighs, my lower abdomen, my crotch and my rigid manhood.
"Feels nice," I said, almost purring myself.
Slowly, she moved further up my body, her oiled skin gliding over my chest, until she came to rest seated atop my cock, which pressed against her pussy lips. She reached for the bottle again, and now poured more oil over my upper chest.
Now she kissed me on the lips, then down my neck, and resumed rubbing her body on mine, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, possibly reflecting the unusual situation in which she was appearing to serve me for once.
"You’ve done this before?" I asked as she moved back and forth over my body, and I delighted at the sensation of her body sliding over mine, including her sizzling pussy.
"No," she said. "I read about it. Isn't it nice?"
"Incredible."
She held herself lying along my legs, and her hands went to my oiled cock, slipping and sliding up and down its length, touching her lips to the tip in a brief kiss, before slipping it back between her breasts, for that wonderfully dirty sensation of fucking her pert little tits.
After a few moments, she was massaging my cock between her legs, and I could smell her arousal even over the gentle coconut of the oil.
"I love your body," she said. "I could just look at you - and touch you - for days and days on end."
"Might have to take some vacation time," I joked.
She smiled, and then turned around, slithering over my chest, to resume rubbing her body over mine, only this time presenting me with the beautiful view of her oiled pussy. This time as she rubbed my slick cock between her breasts, I gave in almost immediately to my temptation and pulled her - provoking a surprised but amused squeal - back so that I could bury my face in her pussy, tasting her juices blended with the coconut oil.
As I feasted on her pussy she slipped my cock into her mouth. With the powerful sensations, I felt my control beginning to break down, and feared I might explode in her mouth before she wanted me to, Zoey suddenly pulled herself up on me, releasing my cock from her mouth and hands. Her moans were growing in pitch, and now she was pushing back on my face, getting to that point where I was no longer leading the process of licking her pussy, she was in charge, rubbing her pussy over my face, this time aided by the oil.
Oh how I adored making her come like that, seeing her shivering all over, breathing in her secret scent, that dark spice to which I was so addicted, hearing the sounds of her soprano sighs-turned-cries as the force of the climax swept through her body.
"God, how do you make me come so easily?" she said afterward. "Nobody's ever been able to do that before like you."
What could I say to that? Having made her come by merely lying beneath her, having her rub herself over me, doing most if not all the work - I could hardly claim credit.
Then she was leaning over to her bedside table, and I couldn't see what she was doing, but suspected she might be reaching for a certain little something to sheath my cock.
It wasn't long before my cock was gliding into her hot, tight pussy, and we were both crying out from the incredible sensations of our oiled bodies moving against each other, inside and out, writhing and rolling and thrusting like we were wrestling in mud.
*
We talked so much that night. And I did stay over, for once. It felt as though it was our last night before execution - we both wanted to spend time with each other, really experience each other before the time came for Ms Jenkinson to fire one or other of us, or both, thereby disrupting the hierarchy around which our relationship had been conceived.