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bathroom door moments before Tia emerged from the shower.
    Veronica was waiting for me in exactly the same place. She looked at me appraisingly, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
    â€œGood girl,” she said. “Let’s do your back first.”
    I handed her the bottle and lay down obediently on my front. Veronica drew up beside me and massaged a generous dollop of lotion into her hands. When she laid her hands upon me, I breathed in, deep and content. With that breath came the heady perfume of Veronica’s sweet smelling hair, her buttery skin, and the cantaloupe fruit of the Melonin . It was like she was drugging me and hypnotising me all at the same time. In no time she’d lubricated and relaxed all the little muscles in my neck, my back and shoulders, and down my arms. I adored the way her slippery hands could run from my neck right down to my bum and back again without tripping over my bikini; her heavy breasts resting upon and then slipping over my bare bottom as she did so.
    She found all those little points on my feet and toes that sent the same sparks shooting through me. She luxuriated in coating my thighs, her hands making easy work of my girlish figure—nowhere near as full and ripe as her own. My body was simply melting into her hands. The last time she’d done this to me, I still had my bikini on. And I’d felt nearly defenseless. But now that I was naked, I felt like I may as well have been wearing a suit of armour yesterday. Now she could reach every part of me and, as her touch found my buttocks, I found myself almost imperceptibly pushing myself into her hands. She made slow, lazy circles over the two fleshy hills, her thumbs gently delving deeper between my thighs. I heard myself sigh as she did this, her fingers now just millimeters from massaging the thick outer lips of my private parts.
    â€œWe must cover every bit of you, darling,” she said softly.
    I tried to say, “I know.” But my voice was so weak that the words emerged only as a sigh.
    Her hands parted my thighs and buttocks as her thumbs traced the shape of my plumping vulva. The pressure would also now be separating the more delicate inner lips of my pussy. She would see how easily they separated. How flushed and full they were—and that they had been for some time. She would see that I was wet. And she would know it wasn’t the lotion. A man might never have noticed. But a woman would. She would see that I was slippery and slick. And that I couldn’t help it.
    â€œTurn over for me, Mand,” she told me.
    I did. And silently begged for her hands not to leave me, fearing for a moment that she might insist that I do the front myself. But Veronica was soon swirling the sweet cream all over my body—enjoying giving as much as I enjoyed receiving. She covered my neck and chest and shoulders in a fluid embrace—like at any moment she might come forward and kiss me. She oiled my breasts, and my excitable nipples proved as undisciplined as my gooey cunt, condensing to stiff peaks that her hands stumbled over and her fingers took extra care to protect from the sun. Her hands on my tummy tickled and delighted me simultaneously, and the little ripples shot right up to the nape of my neck and down to my pussy, serving only to intensify the endless surge of honey.
    Her oily hands petted over the sparse down of my pubis.
    â€œSpread your legs a little wider for me, please, Mand.”
    She delved deeper between my legs, coating my inner thighs. Her fingers now shamelessly gliding past my pussy. The glide became a stroke as her thumbs took their time to oil my smooth mound right up to its crevice.
    I thought I would lose my mind with lust. Veronica had teased and toyed with me to the very edge of sanity. I could not pretend that there was any way I didn’t want this. Silently I begged for more. I looked into her eyes and implored her to open me, explore me completely, give me