Message-ID: <7950eli$9804161535@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: suthrnlrd@hotmail.com (SuthrnLrd) Subject: STORY: "A Sheet of Plastic, A Bottle of Canola Oil, and Thou" (M/F, F/M, cons, romantic) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: suthrnlrd@hotmail.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <3535ca99.45331272@news.mindspring.com> ---------standard disclaimer---------- This is a work of erotic fiction. If you're too young to legally read this, or if you think you might be offended if you read it, don't. This story is copyright 1998 by SuthrnLrd. You can use it any way you want for your own personal enjoyment, but if you rip off my work and try to pass it off as your own, then you suck. -----end of standard disclaimer------ A SHEET OF PLASTIC, A BOTTLE OF CANOLA OIL, AND THOU (M/F, F/M, cons, romantic) by SuthrnLrd John and Brenda were enjoying some quality time together, which their hectic work schedules hadn't allowed them to do in a while. Brenda prepared her bed with a smooth, dark, comfortable sheet of plastic, while John was busy warming up a large bottle of canola oil in the kitchen. Each of them went about their separate tasks with great relish and anticipation. They knew that tonight would be special. When the canola oil was almost hot to the touch, John removed the pot of nearly-boiling water that held the bottle of oil. This he carried back to Brenda's bedroom with a gleam in his eye. Brenda had finished preparing the playpen, smoothing the surface of the plastic until not a wrinkle appeared. John set the pot down on a towel on her nightstand, then approached his lovely Lady. John kissed Brenda on her forehead and smiled at her. Both of them had agreed to make small power exchanges during the evening to heighten the experience, and so Brenda assumed her submissive posture as John began to undress her. John one by one unfastened the buttons of her blouse, stopping to kiss her skin as it was exposed. When the last button was undone, he pulled the hem of the blouse from where it tucked into her jeans and let the blouse hang open. He could see the swell of each breast, and he stopped to kiss just their inner curves. Then he got on his knees and began kissing her stomach. He reached around and slid his hands up underneath her blouse, feeling the smooth, silky touch of her back. Brenda moaned a little as he continued to kiss and lick at her belly. John then grasped the top of her jeans with his hands and used his teeth to unzip them. He used his nose to burrow between the opening, and rubbed his nose against her panty-clad pubis in a delightfully naughty variation of the Eskimo's kiss. Not having the skill to undo the button at the top of her jeans with his teeth, he merely used his hands. The front of her jeans now split open in a "V", revealing the smooth, white, cotton panties which were already becoming moist with Brenda's desire. He placed his lips directly against her panties and growled deeply, letting the vibration from his voice awake her passion even more. John pulled her jeans slowly down, letting them slide over her hips. She gracefully stepped out of them when they were lowered to the floor, and he cast them aside; having served their purpose, they were no longer required. Standing again, he gently turned her around so that she faced away from him, and deftly stripped her blouse from her. Once the blouse was off, it joined her jeans in a heap, and before Brenda could put her hands back behind her neck, John took them and placed them on top of her head. He now pressed his body up against her, reaching around to cup her breasts and kiss the nape of her neck with long, lingering kisses. Brenda was beginning to tremble. He lowered his hands, running them along the surface of her stomach, then down over the surface of her panties. He pressed there lightly, feeling her react to his touch, and he spent a few moments rubbing the front of her panties, up and down, up and down, as he continued to nuzzle the nape of her neck. Brenda was cooing and squirming now, unable to contain her mounting lust. Just when it seemed he would drive her over the edge with his ministrations, he kneeled, grasped her panties, and unceremoniously stripped them from her. She stepped out of them, and he threw them on the growing pile. He kissed each of her asscheeks before standing and stepping back from her. Brenda now broke from her submissive posture and turned to him. By the time she was facing him, he was standing in his submissive posture. The power exchange had been seamlessly fluid. Brenda smiled and approached him. She ran her fingers up and down the front of his black tee-shirt, teasing him. She lightly rubbed his nipples through the cloth, making him breathe heavily. Then she took the tee shirt by the bottom and slowly pulled it up over his head, his arms obligingly moving from his neck only for as long as it took to strip it from him. His tee shirt was added to the clutter of her discarded clothes. Brenda now turned her attention to his nipples again, licking, kissing, and sucking them until they were hard little knots. She nibbled on them gently, even grazing them with her teeth until he was shivering from the stimulation. She reached behind him and traced patterns on his back with her fingers. John began to make low gutteral sounds as pleasure washed through him. Brenda knelt before him. She unfastened and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them, and she threw them to join the rest of the no-longer-needed clothes. She also stripped him of his underwear, leaving him as naked as she was. John's erection stood out hungrily. Brenda pushed gently on both of his legs, indicating that he should spread them wider. John eagerly obeyed. She also told him to close his eyes, and this he did. She then covered his thighs with kisses, reaching around and grasping his buttocks firmly, kneading and massaging them. She kissed everything but the one thing that made its desire graphically known. She continued this deliberate teasing until he was visibly and audibly distressed by it. Then she began gently stroking his cock with feathery touches. When this, too, had run its distressing course, she leaned forward and began covering it with short, electrifying licks of her tongue. These were done at almost random intervals, so that John could never gauge when the next one was coming, and soon each lick sent uncontrollable spasms through his body. At long last, just when John was being pushed into delirium, she stopped and stood. John opened his eyes and stared at her. They were both enflamed with passion. But they managed to exercise enough control to prepare the second stage of their lovemaking. John retrieved the still very warm bottle of canola oil. He opened it and drizzled it onto the bed, coating the soft, smooth plastic. Brenda climbed onto the bed and lay on her back, staring expectantly at her Lord. John, bottle in hand, joined her on the bed. He straddled her waist and began lightly drizzling oil onto her breasts. He recapped the bottle and set it next to them. He then began rubbing the oil gently into her breasts. His Lady purred as she ran her hands along the surface of the plastic, oiling her hands. She rubbed her oil-covered hands on his legs. John got off of her and lay down by her side, facing her. They kissed as they let the oil seep into their pores, running their hands over each other, working it in until they were both slippery from head to toe. The bottle was opened again and again and poured onto the bed and each other. John turned Brenda onto her front and began rubbing oil into her buttocks. She arched her back to meet his hands, spreading her legs so he could gain access to her. He rubbed his hand beneath her, oiling her pussy while still rubbing her ass with the other hand. His Lady was writhing and moaning, pressing herself up against his hand as she reached her first orgasm. John smiled and kept right on, keeping her in a blissful state and not allowing her passion to subside even slightly. He turned her over and mounted her, thrusting into her as she cried out his name. They were clutching each other ferociously as they moved in perfect rhythm together, pleasuring and delighting each other, until both of them were spent and they lay side by side, kissing and touching and sighing and laughing and basking in the warmth of each other. At long last, they rose from the bed and headed for the shower, eager to clean the oil from their bodies. But that is another story. ----------------- SuthrnLrd http://members.tripod.com/~SuthrnLrd/ suthrnlrd@hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |