Page 89 of Eye Candy

We kissed hungrily, re-learning the taste and feel of each other.I stroked my hands up and down her bare sides, then put my hands back where they belonged, on her delicious ass. She moaned and arched against me and I backed her toward my bed. There was glitter all over my hands, and as I stroked her thighs, flecks of it fell onto my sheets, like she was leaving a trail of fairy dust.

“How do you get these off?” I asked, gently tugging a tassel, which I liked, but it was committing the unforgivable sin of hiding her nipple from me.

She pointed to the bag she’d dropped on my floor. “You need adhesive remover. It’s in my bag.”

That was not the answer I’d been expecting.

She giggled. “I told you I would need help. Look for the blue bottle that says oil cleanse.”

As she made herself comfortable on the bed, leaning against my pillows, I obligingly dug through the bag, and then the bag within the bag, and the next bag inside that bag.

Finally, I returned to the bed and climbed up next to her, uncapping the bottle. Caroline stretched out her arms and tucked them behind her head against the headboard, arching her breasts up to me.

I sniffed the bottle. “What is this?”

“Makeup oil. Some performers use spirit gum remover, but my skin is sensitive so organic is better. The secret is to match your adhesive to your remover. Oil works fine for what I use.”

With her stretched out on my pillows like a goddess, the last thing I was thinking about was what kind of oil it was.

“What do I do?”

“Drizzle it.”

“Over your breasts?”

A smile flirted around her lips. “Yes. See? I knew you’d like to help.”

I liked it very much.

“Just a bit—” she squealed when a gush of oil hit her chest.

“Sorry.” I watched rivulets of oil run over her chest and downthe line of her belly, not feeling sorry at all. My sheets would be ruined, but I didn’t care.

“Now work the oil under the edge of the pasty.”

Carefully, I cupped her right breast and worked the oil in circles around the lip of the sequined cap. Then I did the same with the left. Caroline didn’t make it easy by stretching and arching under my hands. It made sense to straddle her hips and pin her underneath me as I worked. Her wiggling pressed her soft pussy against my thick erection, and it took a lot of effort to stay focused on my delicate task. But I managed.

“Usually this process is a chore.” She sighed happily. “I’ll need you on hand every time I remove pasties. Next, just lift the edge and it should come off.”

Carefully, I peeled up the edges and removed them one at a time, taking care to rub off the remnants of glue.

Her nipples were stiff, dark red tips. I bent down and gently licked at one of the sore buds. The oil wasn’t my favorite taste, but her moan and the pleasure of tasting her skin were worth it.

“Your poor nipples.” I gently massaged her breasts with my hands.

Leaning down, I gently lapped at the stiff peak with the flat of my tongue, first one, then the other. The oil made the passage of my hands over her breasts smoother than I could have ever imagined. Fascinated, I watched them slide over her slick and ready skin. Experimentally, I pushed her breasts together.

She moaned and I stilled, transfixed by the sight in front of me.

“Chase.” She had to say my name again, louder.

“What?”

“Stop imagining yourself titty fucking me and titty fuck me.”

I swallowed. “I wasn’t— I couldn’t?—”

She put her hands over mine and mashed her breasts together more forcefully. I couldn’t pull a single thought together as I looked at the slick swell of her generous tits.

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