Sweet Talk

[SlipsInsideHer]: The sun is getting hot now and you feel drowsy in the heat. It is too much effort to keep running your hands over your skin and you feel your arms flop to your sides. Yet you still feel those fingers gliding smoothly over your oil coated skin, you feel the oil being worked deeper into your flesh. Somehow you know that those fingers are my fingers dancing slowly and smoothly over you. You like the feel of them, the small pressure they apply, the oily smoothness, and the sunshine makes you drift into a daydream world where all that exists is the hammock, your naked chest and my oily fingers working to relax you. You sense the slow rhythmic rocking of the hammock and hear the soothing russle of leaves above us. You are tired and imagine that your eyes close. You see the orange redness of your lids lit up by the sunshine that warms your face that is also flushed with excitement as I continue my ministrations. The words you are reading, you imagine are my words that I whisper to you as you drift contentedly in a semi-dream world under my fingers.

[SlipsInsideHer]: As you lie in your sleep, alive to the sensations you are experiencing, you start to feel more aroused. You feel my fingers gliding up your legs and that same feeling of not wanting them to stop as they mount your thighs returns. You know that they are my fingers, but you still want them to continue. At the same time you know you should stop them, but it seems too difficult in the heat and your desire to surrender to those fingers as they creep ever closer to your crack just grows. You open your legs and raise your hips to facilitate their progress, they have already disappeared up under your skirt. They have slipped effortlessly under your panties – the last barrier has been breached and you catch your breath in anticipation of the feel of those oil-soaked fingers on your crack. You feel them ascend higher and circle round the globes of your ass, coating them now in oil. You feel sticky with oil all over your hips and ass and you can feel the oil trickling down and collecting in your panties, saturating the material and your pussy.

By now Lily Anna is standing in front of her monitor, leaning forward with her face pressed towards the screen. She has her legs spread apart and her hand has slipped up under her skirt, pushed past her panties and is fondling her buttocks. Oil is everywhere, liberally soaking into the crack of her ass and completely saturating the material of her panties. She feels the oil cling to the lips of her pussy and more oil trickling down her legs. She wants to feel his hands on her pussy too, and lets her hands just brush slowly over her oil soaked mound. She squeezes her mound and her fingers dig ever so slightly into her crack as she thrusts her pelvis forward. She unbuttons more of her blouse and lets it fall as his hands sweep over her stomach. All this while her mind is drifting into erotic thoughts and she forgets where she is. She forgets everything except the feel of his hands upon her and the heat of the sun mirroring the warm glow she feels deep within. She drifts, paying only a little attention to his words, receiving and accepting them without thinking. Her bra is off and his hands are working on her boobs, his fingers circle the mounds of flesh, digging into them and sliding purposefully around them. She feels him weighing them in his palms and covering her nipples with oil. The cool air makes them stiffen and she sees in her mind's eye the darkness of her aereole accentuated by the glistening of the oil that covers them. His hands descend and she struggles to get out of her skirt and drop her panties so that there are no impediments to his exploration of her body. By the time her body is completely soaked in oil she is lying on a hammock in the sun. It swings back and forth in the heat and she hears the breeze in the trees above her, the gentle sway lulling her into deeper sleep. Still his voice persists and she can hear nothing now but his words. She does not attend to them, but allows them into her mind as she rocks gently backwards and forwards on her hammock. He tells her that she is in a deep trance now, and she realises that he has hypnotised her. Yet she is too rested to react to it, she can only lie back, and swing in her hammock, and listen to his voice softly feeding her. Somewhere deep inside her, she knew there was nothing she could do to protect herself.