I heard his hands coming together to heat up a sweet smelling oil that I knew would burn nicely on my back. “There,” he said, rubbing his hands ov...r my back and neck. “You are tense. Relax.” He rubbed and kneaded and pressed at my back. I could feel my tension evaporating, though I still couldn’t get it out of my mind a guy rubbing me like this. My dick was still flaccid.Then he put one of his hands down over my ass cheek and down my leg and back again, then returned to my lower back. I. He does that sometimes, in an elevator, say. Today we sat in the sun, totally exposed but isolated in the park. Now we’re here with all my friends, playing games. But I have to have him back. I’m still wet. And waiting is only making me want it more. I need his touch again - for longer. And rougher. I don’t want to be rude by leaving, but my friends know Joe and I are horndogs. Always wanting to fuck. I corner him in the kitchen and reach down, lifting the weight of his dick and balls in my. I looked back down at that gorgeous dripping dick, back up to his face, lost all control and said "oh please, let me suck your dick". He moved back a little closer, saying "I'm not sure I'm convinced yet, tell me what you want to do with it", still slowly stroking it and wasting little streams of precum. I immediately turned into a bitch, longing and almost whimpering, saying whatever came into my mind, "I want that cum, I want to wrap my hand around that dick, I want to play with those. I’d fucked my boss’ daughter, the apple of his eye. If he found out about this, I would not just be killed, but be killed in some extremely nasty and painful way that would involve my genitals. What had I done? What kind of perverted asshole was I, taking advantage of a nineteen-year-old girl (the fact that the nineteen-year-old girl had been the one to take advantage of ME didn’t enter into my thoughts)? I felt like shit.Lisa came back a few minutes later, her hair wet from the shower, her.