Salty, sweet and cloying on my tongue. Then I smear the thin stream of nectar around the whole of my organ, smearing my palm and fingers with its oily...feel. This is always a moment of high pleasure. So sensual, locked into my own body and its amazing abilities I am lost to a deeply sexual pleasure. The heat, the slick pulsing power of my penis. Gently I begin to encircle my rod and slide my hand up and down the shaft, leaving my glans untouched for the moment.Soon, however, more lube pops. Her hands just seemed to know where to go. She found every ache and pain on my body. She washed my feet and went real slowly all the way up my legs.“How does this feel Peach?” Sarah whispered in my ear. She came back to my shoulders to wash the soap away and started lightly kissing my neck and back. I started to gasp (just a little) as she had one hand rubbing on the side of my leg and the other wrapped around my stomach. “It… it… feels good,” I said as my legs buckled leaning against her cool. Lindy and I followed Helena into the old Otis elevator that complained arthritically during its slow ascent to the second highest floor. Only four doors for four suites in the elegant hallway. We heard the hum of voices through the thick door which Helena opened with a brass key. Conversations punctuated by laughter became louder inside. And within the mesh of voices several stringed instruments sounding suspiciously like a requiem mass thrummed from speakers, a dark theme for a lively party.. Following his directions I easily found his condo and knocked on the door. To my appreciation and luck a tall thin very good looking, very dark skinned, black man opened the door and invited me in. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of cut off sweat pants shorts and he was sporting the biggest erection I had ever seen. He asked me if I wanted to go upstairs and I readily agreed and followed him up the stairs and into his bedroom. He layed on the bed and started to watch the TV which was.