Story 180 Waterbed and Oil.

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        After those great stories from our Australian team now our stories move to New Zealand. Jenny will start off first with this naughty, messy story about sex on a waterbed.

Hi from Jenny & Peter,

Jenny here.

        When I saw an idea online one day where a couple would get into some oily, sexy play on a waterbed, it seemed like fun so I suggested it to Peter. He was keen too. Our main concern was dealing with the oil. We could take all the bedding off which would just leave the mattress. There wouldn’t be a problem getting a bit of oil over that. What we didn’t want was oil running down the edge of the mattress and going underneath. It seemed like too much trouble so we decided to drop the idea.

        But it wouldn’t go away. The thought of getting naked and rolling around together on the soft, warmness of the waterbed, covered in slippery oil, was just too tempting. There had to be a way of doing it.

        A few days later Peter came back with the solution. Some of the cars they imported from Japan were covered with large plastic sheets to keep dust and dirt off them during transit to New Zealand. It was a very soft plastic but very strong and hard to rip. His idea was to lay the sheet right over the whole bed. Since the side boards were higher than the mattress, in theory, any loose oil should stay in the centre of the bed. The sheet would stop anything running down under the mattress too.

        It sounded like a great idea so we decided to give it a go. Next day he brought one of these sheets home. They were massively large, first, we decided to cut it but then I suggested we just double it over. So we were ready to go, just waiting until we could find the right time to do it.

        Our girls are always pestering me about going over to Shanti’s or Lizamoa’s to play. I rang them and we decided to drop all the kids off at Shanti’s for the night. In the end, I hear Liz and Joseph stayed there too. (Did you guys get up to something naughty? I bet you did!)

        So with the kids out of the way we had the evening to ourselves. This was the chance we were looking for, to try out our new waterbed idea.

        Peter had to go into the car yard in the morning for a few hours, I stayed at home to get things ready and look after the girls. While I was having my shower Kirsten walked in on me. I’ve always had a policy of leaving the door open, in case the kids needed me. She caught me trimming my pussy. I had cut the extra growth off and was now shaving the edges to make the heart shape that Katrina often wears.

        “What are you doing, Mummy?” Kirsten asked.

        “Trimming my pussy,” I replied.

        “Why?”

        “So Daddy can see it.”

        Maybe I shouldn’t have said that because the next question almost got me into trouble.

        “Does Daddy like seeing it?”

        Opps! How do I answer that one? I decided the best policy was the truth. Kirsten was a smart girl. She’d see through any story I made-up.

        “I’m making a heart shape to tell Daddy I love him.”

        She knew what a heart was because we put them on the cards we make for our birthdays. Talking about hearts took her away from thinking about Daddy admiring my pussy.

        “When will I get a pussy?” she asked.

        At two and a half, she had a few years before that would happen.

        “When you grow to be big like me.”

        She was happy with that and off she went to join her sister while I continued with my pussy work. LOL ‘Pussy work’ - that sounds naughty, doesn’t it?

        Both the twins got involved in getting the waterbed ready. They were surprised when I pulled everything off and placed all the bedding in a pile in the corner. Soon it became a game jumping onto the pile of bedding. They followed me down to the garage and had fun with that massive piece of plastic. Climbing over it and under it, pulling it around. We dragged it up the stairs but with the two girls ‘helping’ that turned into a big game too. Finally, we got it into the bedroom and as I spread it over the bed they were pulling at it on the other side. Took some of us a while to figure out that the sheet was meant to stay on the bed. LOL

       I picked Carol up and threw her onto the bed. She was giggling and rolling around. Soon I had her sister there with her. I got on the bed with them and we were tickling and playing when Peter walked in. They soon had him on the bed too, jumping on him, trying to tickle him too. The girls are often on our bed but I think it being like this was something new, another adventure for them.

        Well, Peter and I dropped the girls off just before lunch. Shanti asked us to stay for lunch but we said we’d like some time together.

       She smiled and said, “Be good then.”

       ‘Be good!’ Shanti you have a naughty mind. Why do you think we weren’t going to be good? Of course, it was going to be good, but I don’t know about us being good though.

       As we left their house and came up the hill to the Scenic Drive, Peter said, “Let’s go home the long way through the Drive?”

       I was fine with that too so the next few hours were spent together going through the Scenic Drive along the Waitakere Ranges. We did a few short bush walks and even stopped at the Information Centre too. We both knew this was going to lead to an intense sex session that evening but we wanted to enjoy each other first. There was certainly some sexual energy between us and comments shared too.

        When we walked past the large Maori carving with the erection, outside the Information Centre, I leaned close to him and whispered, “I hope you’ll be hard like that too.”

        “With you there Jenny, I’m sure I will.”

        Oh, good answer Peter. That pushed the right buttons.

        That kiss on the viewing platform at the large Kauri tree was hot and steamy. Might have gone further if those tourists hadn’t turned up. I suggested we could have shown them the mating rituals of kiwis but Peter whacked my bum as he bundled me into the car. 

        His foot stroking the inside of my leg under the table during lunch at Elevations was rather naughty too. That sent little tingling sensations up my leg, him doing that. Yes, we had lunch at Elevations Café and had a table outside on the deck overlooking the whole of Auckland City.

        Peter had told me he had booked a nice restaurant for dinner so we had to get home, I needed to change. I had selected a red evening dress, cut low at the top and down my back but the skirt was long, almost to the floor. I’d laid it out ready in the spare room, also laid out clothes for him too.

         He walked in while I was changing and caught me wearing nothing but a tiny G-string. He came over and grabbed me pulling me to him. One hand going for my tit, the other down on my arse, pulling me against him.

         What followed was some more, hot steamy kissing. His hands were all over me and I had his shirt off too. We would have been at it on the spare bed if I hadn’t reminded him of our dinner reservation. But the sexual tension between us was building. We both knew that the evening was going to be hot!

        Dinner was good, at a rather private candle lite table too. I was very aware of how low my dress was in front. I couldn’t wear a bra so the dress had built-in nipple pads but it was obvious I was wearing nothing under it. Over the meal I caught him looking.  I ‘accidently’ leaned forward a few time too, showing even more of my cleavage. I wanted him to look, which is why I choose this dress, to keep him interested and get him warmed up for tonight.

        Back at the house, we were in the kitchen. I pulled out a bottle of his favourite wine. He was pleasantly surprised at that. He didn’t know I had one hidden away for some ‘special’ occasion like this. I pulled out two glasses and poured our drinks then handed him one.

        While I sipped on my drink I leaned back against the bench. Yes, that position too was designed to show off what was on offer that night. That dress was skin tight, hugging my body. Leaning back like that showed it off even more. Oh, he noticed it too!

        “You look damn sexy tonight, Jenny.”

        “Thanks, Peter. You look handsome too.”

        He came up to me, gently taking my drink and placing it safely on the bench. Then he came to me, his arms going around me, pulling me against him. His lower body was pressed against me, pressing me back against the bench. I felt his thigh between mine, pressing against my pussy through my dress. I had my thigh against him down there too. I could feel he was hard through his pants. Higher up my breasts were pressed against his chest.

         More hot, sexy, kissing, full on tongue kissing too. His body against mine was arousing. I was getting ready to move to the next level when he beat me to it. He pulled slightly away, his hands going to the narrow straps of my dress. They slipped from my shoulders, the dress fell to my waist, with only the smallest amount of help from him it fell at my feet and I stepped out of it, kicking it aside.

        I was left standing before him wearing only my tiny G-string.

        Before he came back to me I reached for his shirt. Soon the buttons were undone, it slipped from his shoulders, joining my dress on the floor. My hands went for the buckle of his belt next. It was undone, his zipper was too and I was pulling his trousers and pants down together. As I kneeled to do it his cock sprang free in front of me.

       I couldn’t help reaching for it. Holding him in my hand, rubbing him, along hardness of his shaft. I was getting ready to take him in my mouth when he pulled me up.

       “Not yet Jenny” was all he said.

       Our lips met again. He was kissing me then nibbling at my neck. I felt his hand run down my body until he found the tiny triangle of my G-string between my thighs. His fingers were rubbing over it, then slipping under it, pulling it aside and working at my exposed pussy.

       Suddenly he pulled away from me again.

       “Jenny you’re too overdressed,” he said.

       All I wore was that tiny G-string and a smile.

       “You better fix that,” I replied.

       “Ah! Yes, I think I should.”

       He pulled at the strings on each side and the G-string fell away. There right in front of his face was my pussy, now neatly trimmed and shaped like a heart.

       “Oh wow!” he said his finger reaching for me. “That looks hot!”

       I’d gone to a lot of trouble getting it looking like that. I was glad he noticed it and liked the way he traced a line around its shape with his finger too. But my pussy was ready for his hand too and he knew it going straight to it, rubbing through the hair and down lower over my pussy lips.

       What he was doing felt nice! My pussy had been waiting for this all day. Now he was there it felt so good, even better than I had been fantasying about. I knew the way we were going it would soon be happening with me on the table, or a bench, even the floor. I would have been keen for that but I had the bed ready for us upstairs. The oil had been sitting in the hot water cupboard and was ready too. We needed to stick to our plan.
       I pulled at him so he stood up again.

       “Let’s go to the bedroom,” I whispered in his ear.

       I could have taken him by his hand, or put my arm around him but I came up with an even better idea. I grasped his cock, my hand wrapping around his shaft as I gently pulled at him. He followed me, like a little lamb, all the way to the bedroom. Have you ever noticed how much power you have over a man when you get your hand around his cock? Ha! Ha!

       I climbed onto the bed and laying there on my back, again my position was designed to impress. Lying back against the softness, my body sinking into the mattress, I must have looked hot for him. My breasts openly exposed as I ran my fingers over my nipple, my legs slightly parted as my other hand stroked along my pussy lips.

       He was standing there looking at me.

       “See anything you want honey?”

       “Oh yes,” he replied.

       “Come and get it then.”

       “Jenny! You are so hot!”

       Taking the squeeze oil bottle he climbed on to the bed. Reaching over me he poured a line of oil from my chin all the way down to my pussy. Then he ran a line down over each thigh too. Oh, that felt good. Still warm from the cupboard the oil felt lovely on my skin. Even better when his hands followed, rubbing it all over my front. Yes, my breasts got the treatment first, to be followed by my pussy.

       As he leaned over me I grabbed the oil bottle and gave him a blast, right in the chest. It was running down over the front of him, dripping off onto the bed.

       He came forward his body coming down on top of mine. So slippery and slimy, it felt good our bodies together like that. We wiggled against each other a bit, spreading the oil further over each other. I felt my breasts against him as he pressed down on me so his mouth could reach my neck.

       I love him doing that. His lips sucking at the skin of my neck felt unbelievably good too, with my heightened desires for him, very good actually. I closed my eyes, giving little moans as I enjoyed what he was doing to me. He moved higher until he found my earlobe. That was good too.

       It was then that I remembered the oil. Taking the bottle I reached around over his back and poured it over him, from his bum up to his shoulders. Then with both hands, I reached around to spread the liquid over as much of his body as I could reach. It felt good doing it so I bet it felt good having it done too. Now about the only part of us not covered in oil was my back against the mattress although some oil had run off us and worked its way under me.

       Now I felt him lining up against me. Normally I’d like a bit of foreplay to warm me up but not then. I was like, totally ready to go. Maybe all afternoon had been the foreplay. Anyway, with a slight upward press of my hips, I felt him against me. That hard rod was pressing against my pussy lips. Of course, my naughty pussy was only to keen to open up for him.

        Now he was inside me. The mixture of oil and my cum juice lubricated him, allowing him to move smoothly, pushing in and pulling back. I was like, so ready for sex then. My body instantly alive to him, my wet, swollen pussy lips were gripping at him, but still he could slide in and out, taking long powerful strokes. Building me, well building both of us actually.

        His lovemaking was not rushed. No, we aren’t rabbits like some of you other guys. LOL, We did it the civilized way, with powerful controlled motions rather than out of control sex. But it was good, he sure was hitting all the numbers and soon I felt myself responding to him. Soon I was beginning to hump back at him, pressing him in against my clitty.

        I knew I should be waiting for him but I didn’t, I just let myself go. This was only the preliminaries, just warming up, the main event was to follow. So like I said, I just let myself go, let myself cum. It burst upon me, stronger than I intended, filling my whole body with waves of feeling.

       I was just getting over it when I heard a moan in my ear. I realised he was just behind me, cumming too. I also realised that if I’d held back, there was a chance I might have missed the boat.

      As he rolled off me I reached for the oil bottle. He noticed where my hand was going and got there first, laughing as he picked it up. As I tried to grab it off him I took two bursts of oil on my chest during the struggle. He was pushing me back down to the bed. As I tried to resist him, my legs parted and I took a third blast of oil full on the pussy. The way I saw it, I was messy enough already down there, no need for another blast of oil.

       I got my hand on the bottle, then both hands. I gave a massive pull falling back on the bed as it slipped from his grasp. He came at me but I fended him off. He tried again but slipped on the slippery mattress and felt on his back. I saw my chance and sprung at him. Getting in one blast of oil at close quarters as I came down on top him.

       It felt nice like that. Both coated all over in oil, our bodies moved smoothly against each other. My hands were all over him, anywhere I could reach. His hands over me too, reaching around to run oil over those dry patches, left on my back. My body came down against him as I rubbed over his chest with my breasts. Rubbing my hardened nipples against him like that felt good too.

       My stomach was against his, my thighs running against his. I felt the firmness of his thigh against my pussy again as his leg was slightly raised. That oil was everywhere, all over us and it felt amazing too. My mouth found his and we were kissing, then he was necking me. I lost it for a while then, carried away by what he was doing.

       Suddenly I found myself on my back again. He had the bottle and gave me another blast. Not that it was needed now. There was so much oil already.

      Then I realised he was hard again, lining himself up to go again. Sure that would have been fine. I was more than ready to go again too but I wanted something different. I wanted to be on top.

      “Can I go on top?”

      “Sure, honey.”

      He gave in too quickly. Well, I thought he did anyway.

      “You really want that way?”

      “Anything you want Jenny. It’s fine with me.”

      So agreeable and accommodating. Must have been the orgasm. LOL

      He moved off me and lay back on the mattress in the oily mess it had become. I moved closer to lift one leg across his body. I reached for him, giving his shaft a few rubs, not that he needed it, before I lowered myself on to him, guiding his cock into me again.

       There was no resistance this time and he went straight in. Soon I was sitting over him, a knee each side as my hips began to work my pussy against him. This was soon working the trick for both of us, his body responding, using the bounce of the bed to thrust back up at me.

       I was now climbing towards my next orgasm. The tension, passion and desire were building inside me now. Yes, my next one was coming, cumming fast. I think at that point I lost it a bit bouncing around on top of him like that. A bit wild I think, (but this was wildness in a controlled kind of way you understand.) LOL.

       As my cum hit me I was bucking around so much that he slipped out of me and I slipped off him, landing on my side. But it had been another big one for me.

      He rolled towards me, his body coming up against my back. I realised that he still hadn’t cum. In all my playing around I’d messed it up for him.

      “What about you, Peter?” I asked.

      “It’s fine honey. I can do it like this.”

      I knew what he wanted. I pressed my behind back against him so he could enter me from behind. I knew he liked this position. He always cums quickly like that. Quickly he found his way into me. With a couple of thrusts was going in deep too. There is nothing much for me to do this way. For me this was a passive position, just hold my behind back against him.

       His thrusts were deep ones, driving into me, pushing me around a bit on the slippery bed too. But it was great for him and before long I could hear his breathing change as he built toward his climax. He came quickly after that and I lay there feeling his cock jerking inside me as he filled me with his cum.

      I pressed my body back against his and we lay there enjoying the closeness until he softened and slipped out.

      That wasn’t the end of the oily sex as after playing around rubbing over each other for a while, he soon began to harden again. Yes, there was another round of sex in store for me, but this time there were a few positions tried and used during the process. Let me explain.
       He rolled over towards me, as I rolled to meet him. He pressed me back, for a while I resisted him then fell back against the mattress. I felt my hair fall back into the oil and knew I'd need to wash it later. He body came down against me, his weight pressing against me. The contact between us felt good. I felt how smoothly our bodies slipped against each other. This is what sex in oil is all about. Slippery, sliding fun. Rubbing against each other, it felt good, sexy too!
       I felt him move to enter me again. Peter likes this position and then doggy. He can be a bit predictable so I like to spice things up a bit. This time as he lowered himself on to me I brought my legs up around him, crossing them over his back. He was a bit surprised for a moment but then settled down to fuck me. Give me a good fucking actually.
      It was good like that, I felt him press into me. With my legs up like that my pussy was pressed up against him, in a position well presented for him to enter me. Each thrust drove down at me sending his cock in deep inside me, his body coming against mine, with my body taking the impact. I enjoyed that when a man really gets in deep like that its usually great sex for me.
      But it didn't last long before we were ready to move. Now we moved to how I was before with me sitting up on top with him feeling my breasts and nipples. Later I moved forward so my body came down in full contact with his. My body still doing most of the work as I thrust my hips back at him. In that position there was lots of body contact between us, taking advantage of the oil that coated us. Oh, that felt so good too.
      This position also brought him in hard contact with my clitty. His cock moving like that, the well-lubricated shaft sliding against me, I was moving towards my climax. The feelings growing, building in strength, sending ripples of anticipation through my body. I felt the strength of his body now, working to help me. His breathing, close to my ear, came in harsh gasps. He was working hard, working mostly for both of us now.
      Suddenly his body under me gave a jerk. Suddenly I realised how close he was. Suddenly I realised I'd better get a hurry up if I was going to make it too. I pushed harder against him, pressing my clitty against him. My cum grew quickly and burst upon me moments after he had begun to cum. I was amazed that after all the sex that night we could still achieve orgasms like that.

       We lay beside each other recovering. This time we really were tired. Yes, it had been a good session well worth waiting all afternoon for. The extra sensations of doing it coated in oil had made it better too. I will sure do it again if we get the chance. Maybe invite some others to join in too.
     

      Now the plastic sheet over the waterbed had worked well, completely protected the mattress underneath. But there was one small thing we did not think about. After all the fun and games how do we get from the bed to the bathroom door without leaving marks on the carpet?

      In the end, I wiped my feet with tissues and tip-toed to the bathroom door. I lay a couple of towels so Peter could follow me. We rubbed each other off with the towels he had walked on and then had a shower together. The bed was easy to clean off. Just folded the sheet in on itself and threw it outside in the backyard. The kids had fun under the hose as I washed it off the following day.  

        So that was a big success. Slippery, slimy, oily fun! I’m looking forward to doing it again sometime soon.

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