Baby Oil Bad Boy - Sex Stories

Baby Oil Bad Boy

... “Dom, I’m so sorry,” mumbled Sarah. “I didn’t realise you were… I’m such an idiot!” “Sarah, relax,” he replied softly. He sat up, swung his legs off the bed, and slipped on a pair of baggy cotton shorts from the floor. “No harm done.” She bit her bottom lip out of embarrassment as he walked over to her. He was still sporting an impressive erection under his loose fitting shorts, which were obscenely tented at the front. “Here, let me take that,” he said, as he took the wet glass from her hand and placed it on his bedside table. “How’s your foot? I’m sorry about the cable, I’ve been meaning to have a tidy-up in here.” “S’okay,” she replied quietly. “Let me take look.” Dominic hooked her arm at the elbow and helped her hobble across to sit on his bed. Sarah was blushing furiously about the whole situation, she felt like such a goof. As she plonked herself down unceremoniously onto the edge of the bed, she lifted her right leg up onto the mattress. With a gentle touch, he lifted her leg and looked at the sole of her foot closely. Sarah took the opportunity to have a bit of a nosey look around Dom’s room, she’d never actually been in there before. The shaggy, faded-red carpet was littered with magazines and boxer shorts, and the walls were plastered with posters of metal bands and topless blonde models with huge breasts. On his shelf sat a lava lamp, some DVD cases and a selection of thick anatomy text books. ‘Nothing exciting there,’ she thought to herself. As she glanced ...

... across to his bedside table, she swallowed and quickly looked away lest he notice her looking. On it, stood next to the glass of orange juice she’d just brought up for him, was a half empty bottle of baby oil. “Are Sally and Mike up yet?” Dom asked. “Who? Oh, they’ve gone to Mike’s parent’s for the weekend. Sally left a note in the kitchen,” she mumbled quietly. “Oh right,” he replied as he studied her foot. “Mmm, you didn’t break the skin. I think it’ll probably just bruise.” Sarah winced as he began to gently rub the sore spot for her. It felt really good, in fact it actually felt quite intimate to have him massaging her foot. Just as she started to relax a little and let his fingers soothe the pain in her instep, several realisations hit her all at once. First and foremost was that the fact that the warm, oil-slicked hand that he was touching her with, was the same hand that just moments before had been gliding up and down his penis. As she watched his face, she saw Dominic’s calm exterior slip for just a split second. The calm and collected hunk all of a sudden looked a little embarrassed. He gently lay her foot back down on the bed and flashed her a charming smile. “Listen, Dom, I really didn’t mean to walk in on you like that,” she said. “I did call out through the door. I thought it was okay to come in.” “Oh, don’t worry about that,” he replied, waving it off. “I’m not shy. Anyway, I reckon we’re probably even.” “Even?” Sarah asked. “What do you mean?” “You’re not wearing ...