Jenni II

Part two *Jenni*

The next day, much earlier than I expected, Jenni was running up my sidewalk, her strong legs carrying her gracefully, until she was rapping on my front door. I greeted her with enthusiasm. Another big hug, too. She wore her new sun dress, she looked like a darling, her large blue eyes glowing at me. She told me I looked much better today. ‘Very handsome!’ I made her a big breakfast, and we were waiting at the mall doors when they opened.

“I can try on as many suits as you like, Johnny,” she said. “I just have to have my underwear on under them.” she explained. She tried on many, and picked out the ones she thought I liked the most, which were, of course, the skimpiest, tiniest. We bought her the very best suntan oils, and skin lotions. She loved it when I bought her a walkman, a ton of CDs, a pair of sunglasses, and a copy of one of the novels I had written. My work was for mostly teenage-readers anyway. I took her back to my home, and went upstairs to shave and change into my suit. When I looked out my window at the pool, I saw Jenni walking from the pool house in her new bikini. Wow! It didn’t cover much. I clearly saw her little pointy hip bones poking out! My cock stirred. She slipped on her sunglasses. I watched her throw a towel over a recliner and put her earphones on, flick on her walkman. She set the oil on the small table next to the recliner.

I ran downstairs and out to the pool, hoping to get the opportunity to oil the little waif on her recliner. My hands were nearly sweating with the anticipation of spreading oil all over her body. She would soon crush my hopes, as if she was stomping on a little bitty annoying bug.

I grabbed another recliner and set it nearly next to Jenni’s, a small bamboo table was between us, on which sat the unopened bottle of suntan oil. I reached for it. She was watching me, placing my recliner and all, nearly right next to hers. She saw me look at the oil, and reach for it. She grabbed it, with cobra-like quickness, her sunglasses somehow managing to momentarily blind me with some reflected sun light.

“Did you need some suntan oil, John?” she asked, lowering her ear phones. I shook my head, sitting down on my recliner.

“I don’t like smelling like a coconut.” I explained. Shouldn’t I just ask her if I could put sun tan oil on her? We had fucked, after all.

“Then why did you reach for the oil John?” she asked, opening the oil bottle. I shrugged. She continued to stare at me, making feel small. I leaned back on my recliner with a sigh.

She rose from her recliner, stood by the little table between us. She told me I wasn’t very tan, and that she thought I needed oil.

“I’ll rub it on you, if you like.” she offered. I nodded. So? I can get used to the smell. She sat next to me on my recliner now, and… told me what she thought, which I soon learned, was a habit of hers.

“I think you cheek looks much better today, “ Jenni said, pouring a little too much oil on me for my taste. “And so do all these bruises.” She rubbed the oil across my shoulders. “You’re strong John! Handsome, tall, strong, blue eyes, and I love your curly hair. How old are you John? Thirty?” I gave her my best ‘blank’ look. She giggled, rubbing oil on my stomach. “A few sit-ups might do you good, John.” She giggled again, having fun trying to get under my skin. Her hand traveled across the edge of the top of my shorts, spreading oil. Then her hand traveled back across my stomach, spreading oil just under my shorts! I looked at her, she was smiling. “I think you are 27 years old John.” She stood and moved between my legs and began rubbing oil on the arches of my feet and working her way up. She told me more of what she thought.

“You want to know what else I think, John? I think I know why you were reaching for the oil.” she claimed. “I think that you hoped to rub sun tan oil on me!” She was working oil up over my knees now, as I looked down at her, trying to maintain a poker-face. “ I think that’s why you bought me this little bitty bikini. It hardly covers me at all. Heck, I could have made three of these suits from the material of my old bikini.” She was working oil toward the top of my thighs now, reaching several inches under my shorts. “I think you bought me this very inappropriate bikini with every intention of rubbing oil all over my body.” I was watching her closely, wishing I hadn’t bought her those sunglasses, she was tough to read. Her hands were coming very close to my balls, and my cock was filling with blood, quickly. Her hands traveled around to my sides, still under my shorts and gave me a little squeeze on the side of my ass, I am almost certain.

I watched her little hands closely now, as they swept up under my shorts again, and I certainly felt her fingers tickle my balls briefly. Suddenly her hands were racing down toward my knees again, as my cock started lifting my shorts up noticeably. She saw it raising my shorts too, and her hands were slowly running back up my legs, toward my shorts. She moaned. Her hands went under my shorts, my stomach muscles stiffened. I felt her hands travel over my balls, tingling, and stroke my hardening cock, quickly, briefly, as she groaned again. She sat up!

“Oh, John,” she said. “I don’t think I will be needing you to rub oil on me today.” she said, standing swiftly up between our recliners again. I felt lonely. If my cock could have talked, it would have yelled!

She took off her bikini top, tossing it down on her recliner.

“Do you mind, John, if I go topless?” she asked. “Since if have no boobs at all.” She poured oil into her hands, and rubbed them together. She began to rub it on herself slowly, teasing me. She rubbed it all over her chest. She watched me watching her. She told him more of what she thought.

“You had every intention of rubbing my body with oil, that’s what I think.” She rubbed oil over her flat belly. “I remember, John, what you said, chained up in that room, as you stared at my naked body. You said you found my body sexy. You said you found me beautiful. You said you found me young.” She was rubbing oil over her sides now, watching me watch her. “You grew very very hard, John, staring at me. I KNOW you bought these bikinis for me. I KNOW you invited me here, with every intention of rubbing oil all over my tan teen body, John,” she said, beginning to rub oil on her leg. But she didn’t not bend down to rub oil on her leg. Oh no. This agile waif, so sexily driving me mad, brought her leg UP to be oiled. “And I KNOW, after rubbing oil all over me, you had every intention, John, of FUCKING me, again.” Her leg rose higher, as she oiled her calf and feet, gracefully standing completely balanced on one small foot. The bulge of her pussy strained at the thin material of her tiny bikini. She dropped her foot to the ground and her other leg rose. She began to oil it now.

“I KNOW you loved it when I fucked you John, when we were locked up together, helpless in that room. But do you think that gives you the right to buy me these tiny itsy-bitsy bikinis? Do you know me so well that you would think I would feel comfortable wearing this tiny bikini in front of you?” She looked very comfortable, to me, in half her bikini at that moment, as she finished oiling her leg. She spun around. I was going crazy, watching this gorgeous young teen oil herself, and now she reached over her shoulders, and began oiling her back.

“We were in an unusual situation when we fucked John. When I sucked your cock, John, we both knew we could die at any moment.” I was amazed she was able to oil her back so well without dislocating her shoulders.