#Oiled

I love strolling or jogging through the riverside trail just blocks from my apartment. Eager to sculpt my body for the upcoming summer, I decided to push my workout routine that morning. At dawn, I laced up my running shoes, slipped into a snug pair of spandex shorts, a cropped tank top that hugged my curves, and slathered on SPF lotion. As I headed to the trail, I felt the appreciative stares of early risers I passed, their eyes lingering a little too long. My baseball cap kept the rising sun's glare at bay, its golden rays painting the cloudless sky. I started with a brisk walk, letting my muscles warm up before easing into a jog. My thoughts drifted to lazy weekends at Mia's lakeside cabin, skinny-dipping with friends, or sunset barbecues by the shore. The sweat and effort would pay off. Nothing beats feeling confident and strong when the heat hits. Halfway through my lap, I sensed someone matching my stride. Glancing over, I saw Noah, my friend who's a sports therapist. His warm smile lit up his face, his hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. I suspect he's got a soft spot for me, though he's never said it outright. It doesn't change how easy our friendship feels. We've shared a few heated moments since meeting on this very trail last year - electric, unforgettable encounters. We exchanged quick cheek kisses and a brief hug, his arms lingering just a second. Then he fell into step beside me. He asked if I was training solo and offered to join my workout. It's way more fun exercising with you. I love your energy - I said, flashing a grin. I'm the one who gets to brag, keeping up with someone as gorgeous as you - he replied, his voice teasing. We both chuckled, and I cut in - Okay, enough flattery. I've got calories to torch and muscles to tone. He brought up a friend we'd partied with last fall and mentioned Diego, his former roommate from Brazil who'd moved out recently. After jogging for nearly an hour, we slowed to a walk, breathless and satisfied. Noah tilted his head toward me. - Fancy a massage at my place? I've got those magic hands - he said, winking. I told him I'd stop by later that afternoon. Right then, all I craved was a hot shower to rinse off the sweat-soaked clothes clinging to my skin. As we parted ways, he called out - I'll be waiting, Ava. I'll blend up a killer mango smoothie for you. Count on me showing up. Your hands are pure bliss - I said, meeting his gaze with a playful smirk. We laughed, shared a quick hug, and I felt his lips brush mine in a fleeting kiss before I headed into my building. At home, I indulged in a steamy bath, bubbles frothing around me as I shaved every inch of my body smooth, leaving my skin silky and fresh. I scrubbed thoroughly, wanting to feel pristine for whatever the afternoon might bring. By late afternoon, I arrived at Noah's loft, the sun dipping low. He swung open the door, his grin wide and genuine. - Damn, you look incredible! - he said, his eyes tracing my figure with unabashed admiration. I'd chosen a fitted sundress that skimmed my thighs, its neckline plunging to reveal a hint of cleavage, paired with strappy heels that wrapped around my ankles. I twirled for him, the dress flaring slightly. - Am I up to your standards? - I teased. Noah's laugh was low, his gaze hungry, betraying how much he wanted to close the distance between us. We chatted briefly over iced tea in his airy living room before I excused myself to the bathroom to prep for the massage. Standing before the full-length mirror, I peeled off my dress, my pulse quickening as I debated how to catch Noah off guard. I wanted to ignite something primal in him. After a moment's thought, I decided to stride out bare, save for my heels, their straps accentuating my ankles. My skin tingled with anticipation. I opened the door, expecting to see Noah's jaw drop. Instead, my breath caught. Another man stood beside him, turning to face me. Mortified, I darted back into the bathroom, heart racing. Noah knocked gently, his voice soft. - Ava, can I come in? I clutched a towel to my chest and let him in. - I'm so sorry - he said, his face etched with regret. No, I shouldn't have tried to surprise you like that - I mumbled, cheeks burning. He explained - That's Liam, a colleague who's studying sports therapy. He dropped by to borrow some old textbooks. Don't worry, he's leaving soon. I exhaled, then smirked. - Just tell him I'm your eccentric client who likes to keep things... free-spirited. Noah grinned, relieved, and stepped out. I took a deep breath and followed a minute later, the towel wrapped snugly around me. Liam was younger than I expected, with a shy smile that put me at ease. He apologized profusely for the awkward timing, and I brushed it off with a cheek kiss, settling onto the massage table. Noah nodded at Liam. - Mind helping with her shoes? - Liam glanced at me, hesitant. Go ahead, I'd appreciate it - I said, smiling warmly. Liam knelt, his fingers gentle as he unfastened the straps, his touch careful but sure. Then he stepped back as Noah helped me lie face-down, draping the towel over my lower half. Noah, in loose linen pants and a fitted shirt, began kneading my shoulders, his hands warm and skilled. - You good, Ava? - he asked, his voice soothing. I'm in heaven already - I murmured, sinking into the table. Okay if Liam practices on your other arm? - Noah asked. Bring it on, Liam. Show me what you've got - I said, encouraging him. Liam's hands, slick with oil, started at my wrist, working each finger with surprising finesse. Together, they massaged my arms, their hands gliding up to my neck, easing every knot. I felt like royalty, pampered beyond reason. I'm basically Cleopatra right now, ruling from my throne - I joked, earning laughs from both. Peeking up, I noticed their silhouettes above me, the unmistakable outlines in their pants stirring a heat deep within me. My arousal built as four hands trailed down my spine, their touch firm yet teasing. I imagined myself ensnared by some mythical creature, its tendrils exploring every inch. When they reached the towel, they paused, then shifted to my feet. Their fingers worked my toes, then pressed into my soles, sending ticklish sparks up my legs. My thighs parted slightly, involuntarily, and I wondered if they could see the slickness gathering there. They moved up my calves, stopping just shy of my thighs. Noah's voice was steady. - Ava, I'll need to move the towel to work your glutes properly. Cool with that? You know what you're doing. Go for it - I replied, my voice huskier than intended. The towel vanished, and their oiled hands claimed my hips, kneading deeply. Their fingers grazed the sensitive curve where thigh met cheek, sending jolts through me. When a fingertip brushed my most private spot, my breath hitched, a delicious ache blooming. Just blood flow kicking in - Noah said, his tone professional but laced with something darker. I stayed silent, letting the sensation wash over me. He signaled for me to roll over. Face-up, I felt exposed, vulnerable, and thrillingly alive. They started at my feet again, then my ankles, pausing at my knees. My arousal was undeniable now, my skin flushed and slick. Their pants did little to hide their own excitement, the fabric straining. Noah moved to my chest, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they pebbled under his touch. Liam stayed at my knees, his fingers trembling slightly. I reached for Noah, my hand finding the hard ridge beneath his pants, squeezing firmly. He groaned, leaning down to capture my lips in a searing kiss, his teeth grazing my lower lip. I pulled him closer, whispering against his ear - I'm dripping for you. I need you both, right now, no clothes. His eyes darkened with desire. He stepped back, shedding his clothes with urgent grace. Liam followed, his movements less certain but eager. In moments, they stood bare, their arousal evident, their bodies lean and taut. They closed in, hands roaming my breasts, teasing my nipples to aching points. I reached for them, guiding their lengths to my lips, tasting their saltiness in brief, hungry pulls as their fingers explored my slick folds, circling my swollen bud until I gasped and arched. They eased me to the floor, a soft blanket beneath me. Noah knelt between my thighs, parting them wide. He entered me slowly, his thickness stretching me, each deliberate thrust grazing my clit. The friction built a fire in my core, and I shattered, my cries echoing as waves of pleasure crashed through me, my body trembling uncontrollably. Liam, stroking himself beside me, dragged his tip across my parted lips. His control faltered, and he spilled across my cheek, warm and sudden, his breath ragged. Noah's rhythm didn't waver, his hips rolling with precision. Another climax tore through me, louder this time, my nails digging into the blanket. He gripped my breasts, thrusting deeper, then tensed, his release flooding me with heat as he groaned my name. Liam slipped away to the bathroom, his footsteps quiet. Noah rolled to my side, pulling me close so I lay across his chest, our slick skin pressed together. My fluids mingled with his, dripping onto his hips as he traced lazy circles on my back. We stayed there, basking in the quiet intimacy, until he murmured - Shower time? We could use a refresh. I nodded, grinning, eager to wash away Liam's sticky mark from my face. Noah helped me stand, leading me to his spacious bathroom. Warm water cascaded over us, rinsing every trace of our exertion. He kissed me deeply, his lips lingering on mine before trailing to my breasts, sucking gently until my nipples stood firm. His hands slid over my curves, rekindling the ache between my thighs. My core throbbed, lips swollen and ready. His arousal pressed against my belly, hard again. After toweling off, he scooped me up, carrying me to his bed. The room was softly lit, scented with cedar and musk. I parted my lips, voice low. - Give me you, Noah. I want to taste you again. He didn't hesitate, straddling me, guiding himself to my mouth. I took him deep, his length hitting the back of my throat, making my eyes water and my jaw ache deliciously. Saliva spilled as I worked him, savoring his low moans. Then he shifted, burying his face between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my folds, circling my clit with maddening precision before dipping lower, teasing my tighter entrance. I floated, lost in a haze of pleasure, my hips bucking against his mouth. He flipped me onto my knees, gripping my hips. He entered my core from behind, his thrusts deep and forceful, each one hitting a spot that made me gasp. I pushed back, meeting him, the room filled with the sound of our skin colliding. My climax built fast, erupting in a scream as I clenched around him, my body shaking. He slowed, then withdrew, his tip nudging my other entrance. I tensed, then relaxed, trusting him. He pressed forward, gentle but insistent, the stretch burning until he was fully seated. He moved slowly at first, then faster, the sensation overwhelming, a mix of pressure and pleasure. His fingers found my clit, circling until I came again, a raw, unexpected orgasm that left me gasping. He followed, his release warm and deep, his groan vibrating through me. I collapsed, my body buzzing, a faint sting lingering. Noah lay beside me, catching his breath. - Smoothie time? - he panted, a lazy grin spreading across his face. We burst into laughter, tangled in the sheets, the promise of mango and relaxation waiting just beyond the bedroom door.