He picked up a felt-tip pen and made a few guide dots,
extending the dots as lines onto the edge of the paper, then
picked up the stencil and set it aside. He pulled a small
jar from below the table. "This is Vaseline. I'm going to
smear some on your skin to make the stencil lines stand
out." I nodded and he scooped Vaseline from the jar with a
tongue depressor and put it into a disposable plastic cup,
then put the jar away. He paused before taking a dollop of
the gel from the cup and dropping it onto my skin.
When he started smoothing the gel over my flesh with his
gloved fingers, my breath caught. He stopped, his fingertips
still resting between my hipbones, looking at me with dark
eyes. "You okay?"
Your touch breaks my brain. "Yeah. Yes. I'm fine."
His fingers eased over my skin in slow strokes, trying to
distribute the gel in a thin and even layer. I closed my
eyes and focused on it, the feel of him touching me in such
a sensual way. I wanted to memorize it so I could remember
it later on; I knew I'd be jilling off to this for at least
a month. Fuck me right here on the table. Do me all greasy
with Vaseline, those strong arms around me and your gorgeous
lean body on top of mine. When I come I'll scream "Paul" so
loud everyone within a mile will hear it.
I shivered with desire. Paul paused again and I opened my
eyes to find him looking at me. He raised his eyebrows and
the heat from his fingers splayed across my pelvis seemed to
radiate into my bones. "Still with me, Marie?"