Oil see you soon!

by

Aristocatch

If Jane had looked pleased when last they had met, she seemed positively overjoyed when Michelle showed up at her office at the appointed hour.

The first thing they did however was to work through the one remaining manuscript which had been given to Michelle.

The work finished Janet settled back in her chair. Michelle waited patiently for the rest. After a while she could wait no longer.

“What about the rest of the documents?”

“I have them.”

“Where?”

“At home”

“Why at home?”

“Because I want you to come there and collect them”

“Why couldn't you bring them here?”

“I could, but I prefer you come to me.”

“Why?”

“Simple really. You have twice given me a chance to try out your territory. It's my turn now to make you try mine.”

“And if I don't want to?”

“Don't be a killjoy! I'm not going to make you do anything too horrible – and I'll even feed you first. What do you say?”

“What choice have I got?”

“None really! Well you have, but I'd rather you accept. It'll be more fun.”

“And your not going to tell me what I'll have to do?”

“Nope! Why don't you come tonight?”

“I can't tonight. How about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow it is. At eight. Don't be late!”

The change in Janet since Michelle had first met her was quite considerable. She seemed much more self assured and Michelle was sure that the change in Janet's appearance was also linked to her confidence level. She was not very keen on the idea, but decided that she did not really have anything to lose. Goodness knows what Janet had in mind, but she presumed that wrestling came into it somehow, and that was a domain that had involved her for several years. Besides she thought that the agreement obliged them to work together, so she could refuse whatever Janet was planning, and still get to see the extra documents.

Eight o'clock at Janet's, and a surprisingly enjoyable (if unconventional) meal, well washed down with a pleasant, chilled, white wine, the effect of which lulled Michelle's suspicions, and if it did not go so far as to leave her ready for anything, it did encourage her to be more compliant.

Janet pushed her chair back from the table, and continued sipping her wine.

“Right” she said, “the rules of engagement. Very simple really. As you probably expected it involves wrestling. But not the type that would favour you! No, hopefully this will favour me. If you can make me have an orgasm you can read the documents later tonight.”

“Janet – I'm not lesbian.”

“I never said you were. But you are used to being in close physical contact with women. You are not going to tell me that it isn't exciting some times, and that it has never turned you on.”

Michelle said nothing, so Janet continued.

“We will both have a vibrator as our weapon, plus our bodies of course. If I make you come first you will have to stay until at least three in the morning.”

“Why three?”

“Because that will be long enough after we have finished. If you want to take the documents away with you there will be one further thing you will need to do – at three a.m.”

“How do I know you can have orgasms?”

“Good question. Believe me I wouldn't be setting this up if I didn't”.

“And how do you know I can?”

Janet smiled.

“Don't you worry about that! Your main worry will be how many you can cope with before you manage to make me come!”

Part of Michelle wanted to refuse, she had no wish to find herself in a sexual relationship with a woman. But she had come this far, and the wine was pleasantly soothing. As a wrestler she was more experienced and physically stronger.

“What happens if you don't make me come? Do I get to leave with the documents?”

“Another good question. I don't rate your chances very highly but, if the unimaginable happens, we'll have a look at the documents together and then we'll decide. You never know when you've seen them it might make you change your mind!”

“When do we start then?”

“There's no hurry while there's some wine left!”

When they made their way to the spare bedroom, Michelle had another surprise. The furniture had been moved to one side and the mattress placed against it to afford protection. This much Michelle had anticipated. The surprise was that the flooring was covered by a large plastic sheet.

“Oh, yes, I forget to tell you. We shall be doing this covered in baby oil!”

This put paid to any discussion concerning what clothes were to be worn at the start. They left their clothes in Janet's bedroom and made their way back to the spare room. Janet produced two bottles of baby oil and two slim vibrators.

“All we need!”

Janet poured oil onto her hand and started applying it to Michelle's back. Quite quickly her hands slipped round in front, ostensibly to apply the oil to Michelle's breasts. To Michelle's annoyance Janet's touch caused her nipples to harden and, at the same time, she felt Janet's pubic hairs against her bottom as Janet pressed close to her.

Janet's hand moved downwards and were soon spreading oil between Michelle's legs, where a stray finger gently traced the line between Michelle's sex lips. Michelle was left in no doubt that Janet meant business.

Despite her intermittent bouts in the ring, and the nudity sometimes imposed, Michelle was not particularly sexually active. She had no regular boy friend and, if she did not refuse the odd occasions that presented themselves she did not go actively looking for a partner. She did not sleep with women, but had from time to time indulged in horseplay in the showers or the changing rooms after mud wrestling bouts when the contact could be jokingly sexual.

Janet's touch was both pleasing and stimulating, helped by the wine and the unusual nature of the situation. Michelle briefly forgot that she was actually in the preliminary stages of a 'wrestling' contest, and before she could react Janet had poured oil over her own body, greatly limiting Michelle's scope to react in kind.

When she considered their bodies to be sufficiently anointed, Janet poured the remaining oil on the plastic which became highly slippery.

“I think we should avoid standing up” she announced as a security measure, slipping to her knees and parting her pubic hair with her fingers as if to demonstrate to Michelle just what she should be targeting.

Michelle took the vibrator in her hand and lowered herself to her knees. Gingerly she slid her way towards Janet, who had left her vibrator beside her on the floor. Michelle soon found out why. Janet was all over her, with her fingers and tongue teasing every part of Michelle's body that was sensitive (a good deal more than she would have imagined). Being smaller Janet seemed able to slip away from holds and even though Michelle soon abandoned her vibrator, she could not stimulate Janet to the same extent. She now understood better Janet's confidence.

Michelle also understood within just a few minutes that she would have to spend the night if she wished to see the documents quickly. She could sense her body responding to Janet's touch in a way that she was not used to, and she knew that like it or not Janet knew exactly what to do to provoke an orgasm.

Janet was as slippery as an eel, her fingers slid in and out of Michelle's vagina, before titivating her nipples, or caressing her clitoris, sliding over her bottom, her stomach, her inner thighs, or even her face. Michelle made the error, in so far as she was in a contest, of trying to concentrate on just one part of Janet's anatomy depending on what she could get her hands on. Either fingers plunging into Janet's vagina, or caressing her breasts. She did not seem to manage to remain in contact long enough to expose and play with the clitoris, or tease the end of Janet's breasts as Janet was doing to her. It was clear that she was in the hands of an expert.

Quite when Janet retrieved her vibrator Michelle was not sure, but suddenly an extra stimulus was applied to her oiled clitoris, fingers were stroking inside her vagina and another was playing around the entrance to her anus. Michelle was hostile to anal penetration, but this time it did not seem the same and the finger was toying, teasing and tantalizing, rather than seeking to force passage. The combination on top of the sensations of two oiled bodies in close contact and the soothing influence of the wine took Michelle to sensual levels that she had rarely known before and she gave herself up to the inevitable orgasm.

Janet caressed increasingly gently as the orgasm subsided and then broke off contact, with a big grin from ear to ear.

“Give in?”

“No way!” Michelle was nothing if not a fighter. The sensations she had felt had been intense, but undeniably agreeable. There was nothing to lose should she be forced to suffer them again. She had come this far and she was determined that she would provide Janet with an orgasm, whatever the consequences.

Janet had found another bottle of oil and splashed some on both of them, although it seemed hadly necessary. What it did do, however, was to create a break in the action, which allowed her to dominate any rising sensations, and regain her control.

If Michelle had thought that she could begin to dominate proceedings, she quickly realised this not to be so. Janet carried on where she had left of and Michelle's body was subjected to a full array of sensual sensations, some of which she had never experienced before.

Now Michelle was an experienced wrestler, and if their bodies and the mat had not been so slippery she would surely have held her own. As it was her wrestling skills evened up to a large degree Janet's size and capacity for slipping out of holds. What Michelle essentially lacked was the skill with her hands (and vibrator), so that the sensations she could produce in Janet's body were not as defining as those that Janet drew from her. As the ultimate goal was sexual pleasure, Janet was well ahead.

They slithered around for a while until the combination of vibrator in her anal passage and Janet's hands between her legs, plus her tongue on one of Michelle's breasts (how did she manage to twist into such positions?) proved just overwhelming and Michelle gave in to all the feelings that her body produced.

This time Janet was quicker to break away, a fact noticed by Michelle, who hoped that this could signal Janet's growing arousal levels. Indeed Janet was rather more cautious immediately afterwards, which gave Michelle's nerve endings a short break from their extreme stimulus.Without waves of sensual spasms to cope with Michelle enjoyed her first period if not of domination then at least of equal success. She managed at last to hold Janet in place for a longer than usual period and use her vibrator with greater effect on Janet's clitoris. Janet's free hand was not ideal, but Michelle was some way from being aroused again. She thought of all that Janet had done to her so far, and was grateful to the oil – surely without it she would be starting to feel sore.

Janet eventually slid clear, but not before Michelle's administrations had caused her to lose some of her self control. Michelle clearly recognised this and went after her in a more determined way, throwing caution to the wind, knowing that even Janet would be hard put to make her orgasm again quickly. An attack on her clitoris produced results that she would not have believed possible, but she managed to slide clear by abandoning her attack, the better to return slightly later.

Janet's breathing made it clear that Michelle was getting nearer her goal, but another assault on her clitoris obliged her to break off again. Whatever it was that Janet was doing to her oily clitoris it produced sensations that exceeded any she had obtained earlier.

It seemed only a matter of time, but Janet was determined to ensure that the time was as long as possible. She had found how to drive Michelle mad whenever she could touch the clitoris and she held off the inevitable by constantly targeting Michelle's clitoris every time Michelle drew her nearer to her orgasm. Michelle was beginning to dominate, but Janet's suppleness and her fingers made the 'fight' last much longer than logic would have dictated.

Michelle briefly thought that she might never succeed. She had found out what movements produced the most reaction from Janet, but she could not hold them for long enough at the time. Each time either Janet slipped out from her touch, or else latched onto her clitoris and she had to break. She was seriously entertaining thoughts of a third orgasm until the oil and Janet's movements meant that she pushed her vibrator much harder into Janet's arse than she had intended. With all the oil it slid in without meeting any resistance, and it was this which seemingly sent Janet over the top.

Even in the throes of an orgasm which she had successfully bottled back for a while, Janet surrendered to the pleasures that Michelle was drawing forth and even as she lapped them up her fingers found Michelle's clitoris and teased a further series of sensations that Michelle could not control.

Michelle was not adamant that she had had a full orgasm, but Janet was in no mood not to claim it and declared herself a 3-1 winner.

Honour was satisfied. Michelle was sexually and physically drained, and not sure that she had ever come or received so many sensations in one session. Janet was cock a hoop. She had proved herself capable of beating Michelle on her rules, and more importantly she had justified her confidence.

They remained on the oiled plastic for a while, as each recovered, and then came the problem of how to get to the shower without spreading oil throughout the house. In the end Janet had to walk on tiptoe to fetch towels that Michelle could walk on. They left the plastic for cleaning later.

It took time to wash the oil off and it was quite late before Janet accepted to show Michelle the newly arrived documents.

Clad in towelling robes they sat at either end of a large sofa with the documents between them. The quality of the copies was not good and given the poor nature of the remaining original documents it was clear that there was much work to be done. Michelle tried reading through the documents and was able to pick out various details, and identify that Lady Jane had found a future husband. One was clearer than the others and it appeared to be the next in the series, so they agreed to spend the next day, a Saturday working on it, Sunday being impossible due to Michelle's other commitments.

Three a.m. soon rolled round and it was clear that Janet had not forgotten. She pulled Michelle up from the chair by the arm and led her to her bedroom.

“You might as well sleep here” she said, “I don't think we have any reason to feel shy.”

“We had to wait until three to sleep?”

“No. There is something you have to do first.”

Janet went to a wardrobe and removed a strap-on dildo. Michelle looked horrified.

“Don't worry. It's for you to use on me; if you would. As hard as you like.”

Janet helped Michelle strap on the implement, which was not too large in size, even if it rather dwarfed the vibrators they had been using. Janet covered it in gel and then put some on Michelle's hand, slipping out of her robe and offering her naked body for preparation. Michelle took the hint and gently rubbed Janet's vagina in gel, opening her up as soon as she felt her ready – fairly quickly in fact.

It took her a while to get used to the dildo and her initial movements were rather clumsy. She was concerned about hurting Janet, and so took her time finding out how to control the contraption. Gradually she felt more confident and she slowly eased the dildo inside Janet, whose body sucked it fully within. Michelle began with slow movements and, encouraged by Michelle, gradually upped the tempo. Janet kept encouraging her to go faster and harder, which seemed to her to be a contradiction to what she herself might have preferred. She told herself that she was trying to give pleasure to Janet and so she accepted Janet's demands and tried her best to satisfy them.

She would have stopped after Janet had orgasmed, but Janet cried out asking her to continue. Feeling increasingly confident in her ability to control the dildo and the effects she could produce with it, she freed her hands and set to work on Janet's breasts, discovering that pinching the nipples seemed to heighten Janet's arousal.

Janet had a second more powerful orgasm and then she signalled to Michelle that she could stop. Michelle was so tired that she fell asleep where she was on the bed, barely managing to unstrap the dildo in time. Janet too was soon asleep, and neither was awake very early the next morning.