With all the trouble Jim had gone to for her, Cynthia was never going to deny him. And as she looked in the change room mirror, she had to admit the tiny bikini did look pretty darn good on her. And now, it looked even better, with just one day’s worth of sun giving her smooth skin a warm honey glow that contrasted vividly with the brilliant white of the bikini.
When they entered the tent and Devon saw Cynthia remove her wrap, his eyes opened wide as his gaze ran over her curvy form. Cynthia smiled as she hung up the wrap, making small talk with Devon as she slowly removed her bikini. Whereas the day before, Devon had turned away to give her privacy as she disrobed, today Cynthia could see that he was entranced, his eyes never leaving her body as she teasingly drew off the bikini top, and then the tiny bottom.
While Devon covered his hands with warm oil, Cynthia lay down on the massage table. Immediately feeling relaxed under Devon’s strong warm hands, her eyes closed in pure rapture as Devon spent a long time smoothing the oil all over her front before concentrating on her big breasts. The alluring scent of the fragrant oil combined with his talented hands to make Cynthia’s pleasure level increase by the minute.
“That feels so nice, Devon,” Cynthia said as the masseuse stood behind her head, his big hands rubbing provocatively down from her shoulders and over her slippery mounds, his fingertips teasing her stiff nipples until they were hard as bullets.
“Yes, very nice… just keep doing that, please,” Cynthia said as she slid her own hands down her body, which was already covered with a glistening sheen of oil. With her fingers getting slippery along the way, her hands were soon between her legs. The fingers of one hand went right to her greasy slit, while the fingers of the other hand started to toy with her sensitive clit.
“Mmm… so good,” Cynthia purred as she started to pleasure herself. She didn’t mind at all that she was doing it in front of Devon. And the fact that Jim was sitting a short distance away watching the strong black man massage her tits just made it all the more arousing for her. It only took another minute or two before her stroking fingers brought her off.
“OH FUCK… YESSSS… YESSSS!” Cynthia hissed loudly as she climaxed, her fingers sawing in and out of her drooling snatch as her other hand was busy tweaking the erect spire of her clit. She came like a wild thing, her sumptuous rear end sliding all over the cushioned table as she thrashed about.
All the while, Devon kept working on her breasts, his big hands squeezing, massaging, rubbing, the warm oil beneath his long fingers doing wonderful things to Cynthia’s sensitive nipples.
“Umm, that was so good,” Cynthia said with a whimper as she started to come down from her climax. With the eyes of both men on her, Cynthia brought her sticky fingers to her mouth and slowly licked them clean, closing her eyes in rapture as her tongue lapped up her warm cunt-honey. When she finished, she glanced over at Devon, noticing his cock looked hard as a rock beneath his red swim trunks, the throbbing head pushing up against the constricting waistband.
“I think it’s time to do my back now, don’t you think so, Devon?” Cynthia asked coyly as she rolled over onto her stomach and purposely arched her back as she shifted about, making her lush curvy bum stand up even more.
“Yes, Miss,” Devon responded, and Cynthia could see that his eyes were now focussed on her sumptuous derriere.
Cynthia lay with her head turned sideways on the table, her arms folded beneath her face as Devon re-oiled his hands and started working on her legs. He started with her feet and slowly made his way upwards, his strong hands pressing firmly on the muscles in her calves.
“Mmm, that feels so good,” Cynthia said with a soft moan. “I feel like I could stay here all day and let you do that, or whatever else you want to do to me.”
Cynthia glanced back over her shoulder through slitted eyes, seeing a smile come over Devon’s handsome face as she spoke the last words. His eyes flicked up to her beach-ball-like bum as she wriggled her hips, letting Devon know where she wanted his attention most. He didn’t disappoint her, moving in closer behind her as he started in on the back of her full thighs.
“Mmm,” Cynthia purred again and closed her eyes as Devon’s big strong hands felt incredible on her legs. As he rubbed the warm fragrant oil into her skin, she instinctively parted her thighs, inviting him to go higher.
Devon paused as he warmed his hands with fresh oil again, and then moved closer, his hands now well up on the backs of Cynthia’s thighs. He slid his strong fingers right up over her flanks to her hipbones, and then back down to the middle of her thighs. Back and forth, back and forth, and then he started working his hands inwards, concentrating on the velvety soft skin on the insides of Cynthia’s spread thighs. His thick fingers were working their magic, and Cynthia felt herself moaning softly under her breath continuously, totally surrendering herself to the young man’s skillful touch.
He moved up to her big curvy bumcheeks, only this time her took his little pot and drooled some of the oil right onto each of the sumptuous cheeks, and even drizzled some of the warm oil right into Cynthia’s warm crevice.
Cynthia felt like she was in dreamland, the warm fragrant oil feeling incredibly erotic just landing on her skin, but when Devon started using his talented hands to rub and smooth it into her bum, she couldn’t help but moan out loud, the relaxing pleasure she was feeling making her melt under his touch.
Her pussy had been creaming since the whole massage started, but now that he was paying attention to her big round bum, Cynthia could only whimper and sigh at the intensely pleasurable sensations. Devon spread his fingers as he rubbed his strong hands over those curvy mounds, Cynthia’s whole backside slick and glistening with the shiny oil.
And now Devon started working his hands closer to the middle and Cynthia felt her heart beating faster as his thick fingers traced down into the depths of her beckoning crevice. He stroked his fingers back and forth deep between the soft mounds, making Cynthia moan and sigh with every stroke.
Cynthia let out a gasp when he started working on her bumhole, pouring more of the warm oil right onto the little rosehole. She couldn’t believe how a man with such big strong hands could have such a delicate touch, but the way his fingertips were teasing and rubbing slowly all around the tight little aperture had Cynthia swooning with pure bliss. Like with everything else he did to her with those incredible hands, she felt like she could have stayed there and let him do it forever. But her fiery libido was asking for more, and Cynthia knew Devon had the perfect log to make that fire soar higher.
“Mmm, that feels so good,” Cynthia purred as she rolled her hips, pressing her little wrinkled hole back against Devon’s fingertips. She arched her back at the same time, bringing her tight hole up higher for him to work on.
Cynthia could tell Devon didn’t need to be told twice, her subtle movements letting him know she was ready for more. Over her shoulder, she saw him pour more of the warm oil onto his hands and rub them together. And then he moved closer, the long fingers of one hand spreading her bumcheeks apart as his other hand went right to work on her tight little hole.
“Ahh,” Cynthia gave a little gasp as he pressed on the aperture with his finger, rubbing the oiled tip in a small circle over the tight pucker. He was insistent, and Cynthia took a deep breath and relaxed, wanting more. She’d always loved anal sex with Jim, but those days were long gone, and she yearned to feel a hard cock in her back passage once more, and the thought of taking one as big as Devon’s had her creaming like crazy.
“That’s good, Miss,” Devon said as Cynthia concentrated on relaxing.