4 comments/ 25249 views/ 19 favorites Baby Oil Ch. 01 By: MaggieMayDo Many thanks to Volunteer Editor the_thinker97 ***** Maggie was bored. No, not bored, but horny and feeling very much alone. It was early to be back in her hotel room especially on a Saturday night but hey ho, you can't have it all your own way she shrugged to herself. She had been out with her colleagues earlier. They were on business in São Paulo, a great city that she had visited many times before. The women she was with were ok to talk to, nice ladies but not really on Maggie's wavelength. She liked coming away for an adventure but it was starting to look like that wasn't going to happen tonight. After eating a bit too much meat and drinking a couple too many Ciproshkas, Maggie had been ready to carry on partying. She didn't feel like partying alone but the other girls were tired and just wanted to go back to the hotel. So here she was, on her own. She walked over to the hotel room window. It was a great hotel right in the middle of the business district. Other hotels and office blocks surrounded her hotel. The window was floor to ceiling and the curtains were still open from when she was there earlier in day. Maggie moved to close them when something caught her eye. Just across the street and one floor up was another illuminated hotel room. It didn't appear that anyone was in there though. She stayed watching for a moment but no, nobody there. Maggie decided if she couldn't have fun out and about then she might just have to make her own fun. She turned away from the window and started to undress. She was wearing a silky black dress with a slit halfway up her thigh. It had no zipper so she reached her arms up and pulled it over her head. It caught on her breasts and they bounced as she freed the dress. Still standing with her back to the window, she was now wearing just a black thong with a black Victoria Secret bra. It had lace edges and didn't really cover enough of her breasts to be considered decent. Maggie was proud of her breasts. She considered them one (or two) of her best assets. Large but firm, she felt them, relieved they were free of the tight dress. She was now standing in her underwear and heels. The thought that she could be seen was starting to excite her. There was a small bottle of baby oil on the side table. She'd put some on her legs earlier before she'd gone out. Maggie reached over to grab the bottle. Still with her back to the window she poured some oil over her shoulder so it trickled down her back. It pooled in the crack of her ass just at the top of the thong. She took some more oil and bent forward from the waist as she applied the oil to her legs, rubbing it up and down her thighs, very chastely. As she bent forward to oil her other leg, she looked through her thighs at the room across the street. She thought she saw movement. Was someone there? Watching her? Spurred on by the possibility of an audience she stood up. She unhooked her bra then turned around to face the un-curtained window. Her bra was just resting on her breasts. The underside of them was exposed, free, visible to anyone looking. She shrugged the bra off and reached for the baby oil again. Leaning back, she upended the bottle and let a large stream of oil spray across the upper part of her chest. With one hand, Maggie pushed her breasts slightly forward to catch the streams of oil as they dripped over her nipples, between her breasts and down across her stomach. She tipped more oil over them, and stepped closer to the window. The oil was running over the front of her thong. She put the bottle down, closed her eyes and gently, oh so gently took her breasts in her hands. They felt amazing, oily, silky, sensitive, sexual, and she was as horny as hell. Fuck! Maggie was horny. She tweaked, squeezed and massaged her breasts, then began to run her fingers down across her stomach. Maggie pulled the elastic of her thong away, allowing the trapped oil to trickle downwards. Still not looking upwards to the lit hotel room over the street, Maggie pulled the nearby wooden chair over to where she was standing. She kicked her shoes off and sat back on the chair angling her legs so her feet were up resting on the edge of the desk by the window. She was still wearing her thong so she pulled her knees up to her chest, peeled her thong down from her hips, up her thighs towards her knees. She could see herself reflected in the window. Completely exposing her pussy to anyone watching, she swung her lower legs to one side as she peeled the thong off. Completely naked now she lay back and rested her head on the back of the chair. Continuing to stroke her breasts she relaxed and enjoyed the feelings, knowing what was coming, what she was about to feel. At this point Maggie had completed forgotten where she was and who might be watching. Her hands moved down, right down, gently trailing her fingers on either side of her shaved pussy. She reached for the oil again and upended the bottle over her stomach. Sitting up, she allowed the oil to trickle over her pussy, down her lips, her legs, and to the seat beneath. She slid her hands to her lips and allowed two fingers to slide inside. Maggie loved the feeling of baby oil, it turned her on like nothing else. Using her other hand she slowly circled her clit, it was so sensitive her body responded quickly to her touch. Maggie was always so quick to come. Too quick really. She moved her fingers in and out of her pussy, using her thumb and her other fingers on her clit. Too soon, too quickly her body responded quickly and Maggie began to shake, buck and she came hard against her fingers. Still horny and panting more than a little, she stretched back in the chair. Wait. What was that? Up in the window opposite there was clearly a man watching her. Bloody hell. Busted, Maggie thought. Her naturally shy side started to question her actions. What the fuck was she doing? She toyed with reaching over and turning the light off. But no, why should she? Still horny, Maggie looked up at the man; looked him right in the eye. He was standing watching her. Just standing there wearing tight white pants. He was clearly turned on. Displaying an extremely promising erection, he was just watching her. Maggie's legs were still resting on the desk. She pulled them off the desk and very slowly and quite deliberately moved her legs so they were resting over the arms of the chair, wide apart, splaying her pussy which was still glistening from the baby oil and her earlier orgasm. Her lips parted, pink and pouting. Maggie's head went back as her hands went down from her breasts, down to her pussy. Her fingers inside her again bringing herself to another shuddering orgasm. As she came down from her orgasmic high, Maggie looked up at the man in the window. He was smiling broadly at her. Pointing to her and back to himself as he slowly stroked his magnificent cock. Maggie smiled, blew him a kiss and leaned over to turn the light off. The next day Maggie slept in late. She woke up after a fantastic night's sleep dreaming of the sexy stranger opposite. She toyed with the idea of 'toying' with herself again. Reaching down under the covers but she changed her mind. Christ, she could stay in bed all day but the day was half over already. It was sunny so she pulled on her bikini and went down to the pool area. The sun was blindingly bright as she sat on her sun lounger. Glancing around to see if any of her colleagues were also out, her eyes alighted on a half-naked man lying a little way away. Oh my God! Was it? Really? Yes! It was him...the guy from the window!! Baby Oil Ch. 02 Many thanks again to Volunteer Editor the_thinker97 This chapter follows on from Baby Oil Ch.01 Look it up under MaggieMayDo. ***** Maggie lay back on her sunlounger. It felt so good to feel the sun on her body. She revelled in the Brazilian heat and reached into her bag for some tanning oil. She thought how lucky she was to be staying at such a luxurious hotel. After a hard day working yesterday, it was a lovely feeling to have the day off today. The pool area was designed to look like a lagoon with shallow areas sloping from a simulated beach. It curved around waterfalls and incorporated strategically placed tropical plants adding to its exotic look. "Yes, I could quite happily stay here for a few more days," Maggie thought, "maybe I should add a couple of days leave to this work trip. I could do with topping up my tan that's for sure." Maggie cast an appraising look over her body. She was slim and looked after herself. She loved salsa dancing but being so into yoga also helped her keep in shape. Her waist was small compared to the flare of her hips. Her breasts large, a bit too large for this bikini top Maggie thought ruefully to herself. Her E cup breasts were spilling out of the sides of her 34DD bikini top. She stretched her legs out to admire their shape. "Yes, not bad for a woman in her forties. I guess I'll do," she thought to herself. Maggie gathered up her long honey coloured hair into a messy bun to keep it out of the way as she started to apply her suntan oil. As she did so, she peered over her sunglasses and stole a look at the other sunbathers. Nearest her was a couple in their thirties. From the snatches of conversation Maggie could pick up, it seemed they were Brazilian, probably locals celebrating an anniversary or some other milestone in their relationship. He was extremely suntanned; his dark hair sleek and combed back. Maggie admired his well-toned body as much as she could without actually staring. His chest was hairless and well defined. His stomach flat and there was a definite six-pack. His best feature by far, however was his small, very small, swimming shorts. "Bloody hell! They leave nothing at all to the imagination," Maggie thought. As he turned slightly in her direction, she could clearly see the outline of a very promising cock. She must have breathed in audibly because the man suddenly glanced over at her. "Now that was embarrassing," Maggie smiled to herself. But just before she hurriedly turned away, this hot young Brazilian stud smiled back. Maggie decided she needed to cool down. She adjusted her plain black bikini, and tip-toed across the hot pool side to the edge of the water. "What is it about me on this trip?" she wondered to herself. She seemed to be in a permanent state of arousal. Maggie stepped down into the shallow water and waded towards the waterfall on the other side. It was an unconscious act but she noticed that from here, she could get a better look at her poolside companions without being so obvious about it. There weren't many, just the Brazilian couple and one other man seated further away. While she could never be 100% sure from this distance, the more Maggie examined him the more she was convinced he was the same man she had seen standing in the window opposite her room last night. He was lying flat on his back with one arm bent across his face and appeared to be asleep. He was clearly not Brazilian. His skin was fair. He was slim with well-toned arms. The muscles in his legs clearly defined. Maggie thought he was probably a runner, or maybe a cyclist. Yes, a cyclist, she smiled to herself. He had the body of a cyclist. But even more interesting to Maggie was his hair, a red-head. She had a soft spot for ginger men, that was for sure. They never disappoint. Maggie lowered herself deeper into the water, drawing a sharp intake of breath as the cold water rose up her thighs. She rolled over so she could float on her back. Her toes, breasts, and face were the only body parts that broke the surface of the water. Looking down, Maggie could see water separating her breasts like two islands bobbing in front of her. As she continued to roll, Maggie's gaze was again drawn to the Brazilian couple. Their sunbeds were pushed even closer together now. The woman was lying on her stomach, her bikini top undone, and the man; her boyfriend? Husband? Lover? was rubbing oil on her back. Maggie watched as the man expertly worked his hands across her back and down her shoulders. If Maggie thought he was tanned, she was even darker. Her dark skin tone was emphasized by the tiniest white thong breaking the smooth dark skin of her ass. It was an amazing rounded bottom that, like her back and arms, was glistening with oil. He put the lid back on the bottle and lay down on his side very close to her, all the time talking softly as he continued to stroke and massage her back. Maggie was becoming intrigued and nonchalantly swam over to the side of the pool nearest them. Insuring she was partially hidden by foliage, she continued to watch, fascinated. The man's hand had moved down to her thighs now, sweeping long strokes across the back of her legs. He grabbed the bottle again and poured more oil over her thighs. From where she was hiding, Maggie could see the oil running in rivulets down between her legs. Almost imperceptibly, the woman parted her thighs so he could trail his fingers further down. While not close enough to hear what he was saying, Maggie could hear him constantly talking softly to her as he kept up his massage, always leaning closer. Maggie would have loved to hear what he was saying. What words of persuasion was he using? The woman began raising her hips off the sunbed. That glorious ass was lifting and pushing back towards the man's fingers. He was stroking it now; lightly circling his fingers across her cheeks. Maggie could imagine how the woman felt. She closed her eyes and imagined the oil trickling over her own ass and between her own thighs. Fuck! How fucking erotic is that? Maggie sunk lower into the water. She rested her breasts on the edge of the pool. Her hands moved lower down, down between her thighs. She pulled the material of her bikini bottom away from her pussy with one thumb as she continued to watch the couple. He was now using his thumb against the string parting her ass cheeks, stroking and pressing down as his fingers were sliding further down. Maggie could see the woman part her legs just a little more to allow his fingers better access. He was still talking to her, leaning over on his side, his thumb now under the material, his fingers teasing her with the massage all the while stroking just to the sides of her pussy, working their way closer to her clit but never quite on it. "This is amazing to watch," Maggie thought. She could just tell how turned on the woman was getting. Her legs were parting wider and her ass was pushing up to meet his fingers. Maggie felt below the water, under her own bikini. She pushed her fingers down, sliding them along her lips, wet from the water but also moist from inside. Maggie started to stroke herself, making circles with the tips of her fingers against her clit. She watched the man's fingers start to do the same with his lover, idly moving slowly, sensuously against her. He adjusted his position so that he could use his other hand to pour another stream of oil over her thong, soaking it completely. He pulled it right over to one side, completely exposing her ass and pussy. It looked so wet. His fingers began moving inside her. Maggie did the same with her own fingers, pushing inside herself. She was so horny. Watching the woman on the deck-chair getting finger fucked by her lover was such a turn on. Maggie sunk further down into the water and closed her eyes as she started to come. A sudden movement in the water behind her alerted Maggie to the fact that she was not alone in the pool any longer. Maggie turned to see that her other poolside companion; the man who'd been sleeping earlier, was in the pool a short distance from her. He was now very much awake and smiling right at her. Maggie ducked further under the water. "How embarrassing," she thought, wondering how long he had been standing there watching her. Maggie managed a smile back at him. It was definitely the man who'd been in the window the night before. It seems he'd now caught her twice with her hands in her pants. Now what to do? Maggie was still so turned on. The man, yes, definitely a red head, moved closer to her. He too sunk low in the water until he was right in front of her. Maggie opened her mouth to speak but he placed his finger across her lips. He motioned back towards the couple. Maggie turned around to see the woman was now almost naked, her little white thong around one ankle. Maggie's companion moved behind her. He placed one hand at the base of her spine, the other pushing her forward against the side of the pool. Maggie tried to be affronted by his cheek but she realized that she liked it too much. She loved how he was now reaching around to her breasts, pushing up her bikini top, cupping her, squeezing her nipples gently as he lifted her breasts above the water. Maggie arched her back towards him. My God, the feel of his hard cock straining through his swimming shorts was extremely promising. Maggie moved her hips back, pushing against him. She reached around to feel him, to free him. He had already slid his shorts down his thighs and Maggie could feel the weight of his cock against her palm. He pushed it between her thighs, sliding it back and forth, teasing her as he continued to stroke her breasts with one hand, using the other to pull her bikini bottoms to one side. He pushed himself closer to her, rubbing the head of that gloriously big cock against her pussy lips. Maggie reached down with her fingers, arching her back, maneuvering her body so he'd slide inside but he wouldn't. It was driving her crazy, his cock teasing her, sliding almost inside her, and then pulling away. Silently, the man turned Maggie's face toward the couple on the sunloungers. The woman, completely naked, was sitting up and leaning over her lover. He was laying on his back holding his cock as she leaned over and began sucking and licking him, taking him deep into her mouth. They were so totally engrossed with each other, they couldn't have cared if anyone was watching. With his free hand the man continued to play with her pussy. Raising his hips, she took his entire shaft in her mouth. Maggie continued touching herself, reaching through her thighs to try and force her companion to fuck her. She could sense he couldn't hold off for much longer; he was obviously as turned on by the view as she was. The woman had stopped sucking and was now positioning herself above him, astride him, slowly lowering herself down as her lover held his cock up towards her pussy. Taking the cue, Maggie moved forward then suddenly pushed her hips back once more and at exactly the same time as the woman on the deck, she impaled herself on the cock behind her. Each was only one long hard deep stroke, but it caused an audible gasp that Maggie wasn't sure if it came from herself, or from the other woman sitting astride her lover. Both were getting fucked at the same time, and in the same manner. Maggie continued to push back to meet the rhythmic deep strokes from the red headed man behind her. The water splashed around them both, rising up over her breasts. He grabbed her hips and started fucking her hard. Maggie, slightly distracted now, was still managing to watch the couple on the sun lounger. The woman's fantastic ass was bouncing up and down as she fucked her lover. Maggie's new friend suddenly lifted her up and pushed her forward, bending her over the edge of the pool with her breasts out of the water. He used his knee to spread her legs further apart all the while continuing to bang into her, slamming his balls against her. "Oh god, this feels amazing," Maggie thought as she started to come again. Feeling this, he again grabbed her hips and fucked her harder. Maggie could feel him start to shake too as he thrust one last deep stroke. Almost in a daze, Maggie rested her head on her arms on the poolside. Still bent over double, she looked up to see that the Brazilian woman was laying forwards on top of her lover. His feet were on the deck on either side of the sun lounger as he trailed his fingers up and down her back, his cock still inside her too. After a few minutes, Maggie felt her companion gently pull her bikini top down to cover her breasts. He then moved her bikini bottoms back to where they were supposed to be, covering her pussy. As she turned and re-entered the water, he slid down in the water next to her, both of them leaning against the side of the pool. He smiled at her before slowly swimming over to the other side of the pool and away. "I fucking love Brazil," Maggie thought to herself as she swam away in the opposite direction; thoroughly wet in every way possible... Baby Oil Ch. 03 Many thanks again to Volunteer Editor the_thinker97 ...and credit to Mr21 for all his creative input too. This chapter follows on from Baby Oil Chapters 01 and 02. Look them up under MaggieMayDo. ***** Maggie woke with a start. For a brief instant she experienced one of those panic-filled "Where am I?" moments. It was dark. She stretched and looked at the hotel clock. It was after nine at night. "Bugger," she thought. "I've slept through dinner." Maggie got up and wandered over to the window. The curtains were still open and she caught sight of her own reflection in the floor to ceiling window. Her body still glistened from the after-sun oil she had applied earlier. The white of her heavy breasts contrasted with the tan of the rest of her. Only the white triangle framing her pussy marred her nearly perfect all-over tan. Standing on tip-toes Maggie turned and looked over her shoulder at her rounded bottom now half brown and half white. Recalling the glorious dark tanned bottom of the Brazilian woman by the pool, she thought that she really needed to wear a thong like the locals do. Maggie made a quick check of the hotel room above to see whether her sexy friend who had been watching her the night before was there again. The lights were off and the room seemed deserted. "What a shame," she thought. She decided to get dressed and see if she could find a bite to eat at one of the local bars. Maggie put on a white thong and white lace bra. Pulling on a pair of skinny white jeans she walked towards the window stretching her arms up into a creamy lace vest top. It was see-through but the bra underneath made it tasteful rather than obvious. She sat in the chair by the window to fasten her sandals and just as she finished she noticed a light coming on in the window above. Maggie laughed, "Too late now," and exited the room. In the hotel lobby, the concierge made a few suggestions and after a quick deliberation, Maggie made her choice and headed out. The place was bustling and she struggled at first to find a seat at the bar. Maggie smiled at the young barman and ordered a Caipiroska and some nachos. After eating her fill and fending off the friendly advances of the elderly Brazilian gentleman next to her, Maggie turned her stool so she could survey the rest of the room. The bar had a small dance floor and booths around the outside. The music playing was Cuban and there were many dancers on the floor. "Salsa" seemed to be the dance of choice here and Maggie wished she had the confidence to ask somebody to dance. She loved salsa. She sipped her second cocktail and continued to smile politely at her bar companion. His English was as sparse as her Portuguese, but that didn't seem to stop him trying. Maggie's eyes were drawn to one of the booths at the far side of the bar. The only occupants were a couple who sat facing each other and talking intently. The woman seemed upset. As she turned, Maggie recognised her as the woman from the pool earlier. Her partner was the gorgeous Brazilian lover. In a huff, the woman gathered up her bag and left the table. She walked right past Maggie and headed for the Ladies room. As Maggie watched her go she became aware of loud laughter coming from the other end of the bar. An attractive blonde was leaning forward, draping herself over a red headed man. "My mystery man looks like he's enjoying himself," Maggie giggled. She caught his eye over the blonde's shoulder and winked at him. A few minutes later, Maggie turned around and noticed that the Brazilian woman was standing next to her ordering drinks at the bar. She spoke in Portuguese then turned and smiled at Maggie. "Hello, would you like a drink?" Maggie was surprised at her English, and realised she must have been staring. "No, no, I'm fine." Seizing an opportunity, she continued, "Your English is perfect. I thought you were Brazilian?" The woman smiled and offered her hand introduced herself as "Anna." Maggie shook her hand and returned the introduction. "Maggie." She was even more beautiful close up. Maggie had only really seen her from behind and that was from a distance. Maggie wondered just how much of herself Anna realised she had revealed earlier. Anna leaned closer and asked Maggie if she would like to join her and her husband at their table. Maggie nodded, picked up her glass and followed Anna across the crowded floor. She again admired the Brazilian woman's bottom. She had that sway that only Brazilians seem to have. An undulation of the hips that was somehow hypnotic. Anna wore a black skirt that was tight across the hips and ass and flared out to finish above the knee. She had on high black sandals and a strapless top. As they got to the table, Maggie could see the man tapping away intently on his phone. The girls slipped smoothly into the booth. He looked up smiling broadly and with recognition at Maggie. In Portuguese, he spoke to Anna. Maggie hadn't a clue what he was saying so she sat and waited patiently. "I must apologise for my husband," Anna said. "He speaks very little English." She introduced him as Felipe, and he smiled broadly showing startling bright white teeth. The two of them again began speaking rapidly in Portuguese. The tension she had observed from across the bar seemed back again. Maggie felt awkward and wished she hadn't agreed to join them. Suddenly Felipe stood up and thrust his hand towards Maggie shaking it briskly before leaving the booth and walking out of the bar. Anna looked embarrassed. "I am so sorry. Felipe finds it difficult to leave his work behind even on our honeymoon. He has to go and take an important call in the Business Centre. Please, keep me company," she said reaching over and squeezing Maggie's hand. "Of course I will" Maggie replied. The girls drank down their cocktails and motioned to the waiter for more. Sharing their life stories, Maggie explained she was on an extended business trip; that her colleagues had left a couple of days ago and a little about her life back in England. She told Anna how she had come away to escape, to have adventures. "What sort of adventures?" asked Anna, laughing. "Rock climbing? Scuba diving?" As she laughed Anna reached forward and put her hand on Maggie's arm. She left it there. "Ok, seriously, what sort of adventures are you looking for?" Maggie wasn't sure whether she was misreading the situation or whether she had had one too many cocktails, but the atmosphere had definitely become more intense. Anna was now stroking Maggie's arm, and looking intently at her. She started laughing again, pulled her arm away and called for more drinks from the waiter nearby. Maggie had to admit that if she was reading the situation correctly, she was actually very flattered. She had never had any sort of sexual encounter with another woman but it had always been a fantasy of hers. Maggie really wondered whether she was reading the signals wrong. Perhaps Anna was just being a typical friendly Latin woman. Maggie took a long drink from her fresh Caipiroska and took a closer look at Anna. She was so beautiful with her dark curly hair tumbling over her bare shoulders. Her green eyes danced as she flirted with the waiter. Her skin was darkly tanned and as Maggie recalled her gorgeous ass she realized she was feeling physically turned on. She caught herself fantasizing about exploring Anna's body, of stroking and caressing it. "Bloody hell, I'm turning gay!" Maggie thought to herself. Anna was smiling at her. "Maggie, are you alright?" Maggie assured her she was. "So, tell me more about Felipe." Anna sighed,"aaah, Felipe... Let's not talk about him. I want to talk about you Maggie." She then leaned forward without any warning and kissed Maggie full on the mouth. "Oh, so that's what it's like to kiss a woman," Maggie thought to herself. Embarrassed, she pulled away slightly. "Oh Maggie, I am sorry," Anna said mortified. "No, no, it's fine. Just... I've never been kissed by a woman before." Maggie felt herself blush. The room all of a sudden felt hot. Anna's lips were so soft, so unlike kissing a man. More gentle, tentative. Maggie wanted to feel them again. To clear her head, Maggie sat back away from the table and took a long drink of her cocktail. She looked across to the dance floor. At the bar, her mystery man was now on his own. His dark red hair standing out amongst the Brazilian brunettes surrounding him. He was wearing a smart navy blue shirt and a pair of jeans. He was smoking, leaning back against the bar looking directly at her. He raised an eyebrow quizzically as he motioned his head slightly towards Anna. He was smiling. Maggie knew he had seen the kiss. She leaned over to Anna, took the glass from her hand and put it on the table. Without saying a word she put her hands on either side of Anna's face and drew it close to her own. Anna's surprised eyes closed as Maggie gently kissed her top lip, then softy moved down to Anna's full bottom lip. Maggie felt so much more in control this time. She was kissing, rather than just being kissed. As she pulled away Anna was smiling broadly up at her. "We have a beautiful suite in the hotel. Would you like to come up for another drink?" Maggie smiled "yes" as she finished her drink. Anna was trying to attract the attention of the waiter to pay her bill. Her evening clutch bag was open on the table and Maggie could see Anna's room key card in its little envelope. Maggie thought quickly, then knocked the bag on its side so that the key card fell out. As Anna was distracted, Maggie quickly pocketed the card. Anna made her way out of the booth, leading the way across the bar past the edge of the dance floor. Maggie followed, and as she passed her mystery man, she deliberately bumped into him slipping the key card into his hand. Maggie and Anna walked back to the hotel arm-in-arm. When Maggie stumbled on a piece of uneven pavement, Anna caught her. As she did so, her hand inadvertently cupped the side of Maggie's breast. Maggie righted herself and Anna pulled her closer. "I want to see your breasts, to feel them next to mine." It wasn't until they were in the lobby that Anna realised she couldn't find her room key. Looking very innocent, Maggie waited by the lift as Anna got a duplicate key from reception and in no time, they were inside the suite. Anna hadn't let the door close before she kicked off her sandals and took Maggie's hand. It was certainly a more luxurious space than Maggie's room just a few floors below on the 25th floor. The suite was vast with several rooms leading off the entrance vestibule. The lounge had floor to ceiling windows but because they were on such a high floor, all the surrounding buildings were lower than them. "Nobody to overlook me being naughty in this room," Maggie thought to herself. They passed by a small kitchen and at least one bedroom before taking another door. "And this," Anna was saying, "is the master bedroom." As they walked into the room Maggie spotted a door just to the side of the entrance. "Felipe's study. Well, temporary study while we are supposed to be on our honeymoon." Anna's pretty smile vanished as she scowled towards the door. Maggie squeezed her hand sympathetically. "Come on, show me the rest." The bedroom had the same floor to ceiling windows. Maggie unfastened her sandals, stepped out of them and padded across the carpet to admire the view. São Paulo stretched out for miles around her. In the reflection, Maggie could see Anna cross to stand behind her. Anna didn't say a word but took the hem of Maggie's lace top and pulled it off forcing Maggie to stretch her arms up as Anna removed it. Maggie could feel Anna's warm breath on her shoulder. She was slightly shorter now especially without her heels. Maggie moved to turn around but Anna stopped her. "No, look at the view." Maggie faced front and did as she was told. Now she could feel Anna undoing her bra. Maggie's breasts bounced free as the white lacy bra rested above them. She again tried to face Anna but was yet again stopped. In their reflection, Maggie watched as this gorgeous Brazilian woman slipped Maggie's bra off her shoulders grazing the sides of her breasts with her fingers. She saw Anna reach around to the button of her jeans and slowly undo it. Pushing them over her hips and down to Maggie's ankles, Anna reached down to remove each leg one at a time. Maggie was now practically naked, just wearing her thong. Maggie could feel her nipples stiffening and blamed it on the air conditioning. At last, Anna gently turned her around. She took a step back and smiled as she literally looked Maggie up and down. "So now what do I do?" Maggie thought to herself. Before she had to decide Anna had wriggled out of her strapless top and slid her skirt down over her hips to the floor. She was braless. Maggie caught herself giving Anna the once-over as well. She smiled at Anna's deep brown suntan, broken only by two lighter brown triangles over her breasts. Anna's nipples were larger than Maggie's; her areola a darker pinky brown too. Both of the women's nipples were hard. Maggie looked at Anna quizzically. The Brazilian woman's eyes were fixated on Maggie's breasts. Anna reached forward. She brought her hands up and trailed her fingertips down the sides of Maggie's breasts before gently starting to stroke them. She started with light strokes, just to the sides and underneath. Maggie shuddered as Anna let her thumbs lightly graze Maggie's ever hardening nipples. To Maggie, it was completely different from being stroked by a man. Anna's touch was delicate, with hardly any pressure. Anna held Maggie's gaze as she continued to stroke and caress her body. Maggie was suddenly aware of holding her breath. She reached her hands up to Anna's face, drew the brown skinned woman towards her face and kissed her. Gently her tongue explored Anna's tongue, breathing her in. "I'm really starting to enjoy being a lesbian," Maggie thought to herself. She moved her hands from Anna's face to caress her breasts. As much as Maggie was enjoying this, she wanted more. She was getting more turned on and wanted to explore. She started moving her hands down to the edges of Anna's little black knickers. Laughing, Anna pulled away. "What?" Maggie asked with a mischievous smile. "What have I done wrong?" Anna was shaking her head as she kissed her again. "Nothing at all. Don't rush though. There's no need." Anna turned and led Maggie towards the bathroom. "I want to shower with you." Anna went on ahead to turn the shower on and adjust the temperature. Just then, Maggie heard a 'click' as the outer door of the suite was first opened, and then closed. She turned around to see the mystery man pulling open the bedroom door. He smiled broadly at the sight of Maggie wearing just a thong. He started to walk towards her but Maggie quickly shooed him in the direction of the study door as, smiling, she placed one finger on her lips. The bathroom was palatial with mirrors everywhere. Maggie deliberately left the door open. In the mirror, she could see the door to the study. It was open, just a little. "A little treat for him," Maggie smiled to herself. Anna was leaning over the sink with that glorious ass facing Maggie. She was tying up her hair. Maggie moved behind her, reaching her hands around to get hold of Anna's breasts. As she looked over Anna's shoulder at their reflections, she said, "Anna, you know this is all new to me? I don't have a clue what to do with a woman's body." Anna laughed that sexy Latin laugh and turned to face her. "Relax... and enjoy." Anna started kissing her again. She moved her hands down and across Maggie's stomach. A little further down and she pulled the top of Maggie's thong away from her body. By now Maggie was so turned on she was desperate to feel Anna's fingers on her; in her. The kissing was more urgent now. Maggie reached around and started stroking that fantastic bottom; massaging it; squeezing it. She could feel Anna's fingers pushing under her thong. Her delicate touch sliding down across her pussy. Maggie pushed her pussy against Anna's fingers, urging her to touch her there, wanting to feel more. As their kisses became more insistent, Maggie used her thumbs to slide Anna's knickers down. The delicate lace dropped to the floor leaving Anna completely naked in front of her. She had a small triangle of dark hair which surprised Maggie. She'd have thought the Brazilian would have had a 'brazilian'. Anna continued to stroke Maggie's pussy just above her clit. She moved first to one side of her pussy lips, then to the other. "Fucking hell, this is torture," Maggie thought. "I think I'm too impatient to be with a woman." Anna peeled Maggie's thong down. As she kneeled down to remove them from Maggie's ankles, Anna stayed there. She was eye level with Maggie's pussy. To Maggie, the anticipation was killing her. Abruptly Anna stood up, took Maggie by the hand and led her into the shower. The shower cubicle was rectangular with a large 'rain-water' showerhead. Anna took some shower gel and proceeded to lather up a flannel. She then proceeded to wash Maggie's breasts, stomach and thighs. Anna turned Maggie around pushing her upper body against the glass. Maggie could see through the glass into the bedroom. The thought that the redheaded mystery man could see into the bathroom turned her on even more. Anna was washing her back now, caressing her shoulders and moving the cloth down over Maggie's ass. Maggie pressed her soapy breasts against the glass and pushed her bottom back towards Anna. The cold of the cubicle glass in contrast to the hot water now cascading over Maggie's ass made her nipples stiffened harder. Anna put down the flannel and took up a bottle of oil from the shelf in the shower. Maggie felt the oil being poured generously over her back. As Maggie pushed her bottom out further she could feel the oil running between her cheeks. Anna upended the bottle; oil flooded everywhere. Maggie could feel the oil trickling down between her thighs. Anna started stroking Maggie's lower back. Her thumbs trailing down the crack in Maggie's ass. Maggie pushed herself back against Anna's fingers. She was desperate to be touched. Anna continued to massage the oil and eventually found the most delicate skin around Maggie's ass. It was unbearable. Maggie groaned with pleasure, and groaned with frustration. Anna laughed, turned off the shower and reached out for a couple of towels. Tossing a towel at Maggie, she sauntered back to the bedroom. Maggie looked in the mirror. She was flushed, her pupils were dilated, and her wavy hair was now curly from the steamy shower. Maggie's breasts were rising with her increased breathing. Her nipples stood out proudly. Maggie quickly ran her fingers through her hair trying to coax it back into place and was just about to leave the bathroom when she heard voices from the bedroom. "Oh bugger, Anna's found my redhead," Maggie thought ruefully. But the man's voice was speaking Portuguese and Maggie could hear Anna talking rapidly back, also in Portuguese. Maggie was intrigued at how Anna was explaining having a strange English woman in the shower. She wrapped the towel around herself and walked into the bedroom. Anna and Felipe were standing in front of the bed. Anna turned and smiled. "Maggie, come here. I was just telling my husband that if he leaves me alone at night, I have to find new friends!" Felipe was looking at Maggie inquisitively. She knew that he recognised her from the poolside earlier. Maggie took a quick look over her shoulder to see if the study door was ajar. It was. Felipe's brief case was on the floor by the door. "Bloody hell," Maggie cringed to herself. "What if he'd gone into the study first?" Baby Oil Ch. 03 Anna was saying that Felipe had come back to the suite and thought she was showering alone. He had then noticed Maggie's clothes and underwear on the floor by the window. Maggie laughed as she realised that Felipe was dangling her lace bra from his hand. He smiled back at her. Anna reached over and removed Maggie's towel. "I think we should show my husband your beautiful breasts." Maggie felt slightly uncomfortable standing completed naked in front of this handsome Adonis. Felipe was as unabashed as his wife. He started unbuttoning his black shirt while his eyes travelled over Maggie's nakedness. Anna was standing behind Maggie and seemed to be offering Maggie up to her husband on a plate. Anna was kissing the back of her neck while her hands reached round to scoop her breasts, proffering them up to Felipe. Maggie could do nothing but stand there. She was transfixed by Felipe's penetrating stare. Shirtless, his smooth hairless chest was so brown and inviting. Behind her, Maggie could feel Anna's breasts pressed into her back. Her fingers were squeezing Maggie's nipples; rolling them between her fingers. Felipe continued to undress. He undid the belt on his trousers. As they fell, Maggie couldn't help but watch avidly. She had already seen what a promising cock he had earlier in the day but she was keen to see it close up. Surprisingly, he wore no underwear. He kicked off his trousers and moved closer to Maggie. His cock, as large as she remembered. He was only a little taller than Maggie and as he moved closer, his cock bobbed and came to rest against Maggie's stomach. Maggie turned back to Anna. "May I?" motioning her hands towards Felipe's gorgeous cock. Anna laughed her assent. Maggie put her hands on Felipe's chest and gently pushed him backwards so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Maggie positioned herself with her back to the study door before she kneeled on all fours in front of the bed. She deliberately arched her back so her bottom pushed upwards. Maggie parted her legs slightly to allow a better view to anyone who might be watching from behind the study door. Her breasts, free of Anna's hands swung forward against Felipe's thighs. Maggie looked up at him as she very, very slowly started to lick and kiss the head of his cock. Running her tongue underneath, she heard Felipe inhale deeply as she started to stroke that sensitive part just under the head. She leaned over his cock parting her lips and taking his shaft deep inside her mouth. Maggie could hear him groan as she moved her mouth up and down; pulling her lips and tongue over and around the head of his cock before taking him deep inside her mouth again. Anna kneeled next to Maggie pulling Maggie's hair to one side. Maggie slowly sat up and started moving her hands up and down his shaft. Anna turned her face and started to kiss Maggie again. Felipe exclaimed something in Portuguese. He seemed so surprised. Maggie could only imagine what was going through his mind. He noticeably hardened in her hands. As she ran her thumb over his cock, she could feel the pre-cum lubrication. "Fuck, I need this monster inside me," she thought. Anna was caressing Maggie's back and had started to run her fingers down towards Maggie's pussy again. Her kisses became more urgent as she deftly ran her fingers along Maggie's pussy lips. Felipe's cock was briefly forgotten as Maggie turned towards Anna. With one hand she pulled Anna closer to her, kissing her deeply. Maggie allowed her other hand to move between Anna's legs. She slid her fingers underneath. Anna was as wet as she was. Maggie gasped as Anna's fingers grazed her clit and slid inside her. "You're so wet Maggie." Maggie could barely breath. She held her breath as Anna expertly moved her fingers in and out of her gently grazing Maggie's clit as she pushed further into her wet pussy. Maggie came quickly, shaking hard against Anna's hand. Maggie started moving her own fingers inside this beautiful Brazilian woman. Mimicking Anna's moves, she soon made her come as well. Maggie loved that she could do this to another woman. Anna's eyes were closed; her dark tanned skin glistened as she threw her head back. Her small perfect breasts paler, her dark nipples hard. A noise from the bed brought both women's attention back to Felipe. He was stroking his cock as he watched them. Maggie remembered that this was what she first wanted and again looked towards Anna; questioning her. "Are you sure this is alright?" Anna looked at her husband as he sat there with his cock in his hand. "Be my guest," she said. Maggie stood up, motioned to Felipe to move backwards on the bed, and as she climbed up she could have sworn she heard a suppressed cough from behind the study door. Maggie wondered whether the mystery man was enjoying the show. Felipe lay back on the white sheets. His dark skin illuminated by the light coming from the open bathroom door. Maggie climbed above him swaying her breasts just above his face. He reached up immediately, taking them in his hands and squeezing her nipples as he lifted his head and took them in his mouth one at a time. He was rougher than his wife; teasing her nipples with his teeth, stretching them out and biting them. Anna moved to lie on her side next to Felipe. She started running her hand over Maggie's bottom, again, trailing her fingers down the crack of her ass. Maggie's skin was still oiled from the shower and she pushed her ass backwards towards Anna's probing fingers. Anna took Felipe's cock with her other hand and guided it up towards Maggie's pussy. Maggie lowered her hips just a little so her pussy was resting on the side of Felipe's cock; her lips parting as she slid up and down. Anna was guiding it but Maggie was enjoying it. Finally, as she leaned forward Maggie aimed her pussy down, right down. Felipe grabbed her hips and thrust up to meet her. Maggie gasped as she was suddenly filled with his beautiful cock; deep inside her. As he continued to thrust, she revelled in the feeling of him fucking her; fucking her hard. Anna moved up the bed to kiss her husband before moving her thighs to either side of his face. He moved his hands from Maggie's hips to Anna's thighs. He reached up with his tongue and started licking and eating her pretty pussy. Anna was facing Maggie and a look of rapture passed between them. Maggie leaned forward, enjoying the feeling of Felipe deep inside her. She was moving faster, sliding her pussy up and down on him; riding him; taking control again. She tilted her hips and felt him hit her G-spot with the end of his cock. Her juices flowed down his shaft. Evidently Felipe could feel the extra wetness too as he exclaimed something in Portuguese and withdrew his attention from his wife momentarily. Maggie didn't stop though. She carried on riding Felipe, her hips increasing their pace as she again squirted all over him. Drenching him. Looking up at Anna, Maggie smiled as she could see how much she was enjoying herself. She was leaning forward her hands on Felipe's chest wriggling her hips into his face. Maggie leaned forward, took Anna's face with both hands and kissed her deeply. Maggie could tell that Felipe was getting close. She climbed off, moved to the side and again took hold of his cock in her hands. He was still wet from her. Anna joined Maggie on the opposite side of Felipe's cock. He pushed himself up on his elbows to watch as the women took turns licking and sucking his cock. Maggie finally encircled him with her hand too and started actively pumping his cock as far down her throat as she could. Faster and faster her head bobbed down his huge shaft. At last, with a loud groan he exploded everywhere. The girls took turns directing the milky stream towards their own faces and when he was finally drained, they licked up every last drop from each other's face. Felipe simply fell back against the pillows exhausted as the girls moved over to also clean the cum off his cock. Satisfied they had it all, Maggie and Anna climbed up next to him. Felipe lifted his arms around the two of them. Maggie was exhausted. "I really should leave now before I fall asleep," she thought to herself even as she started to drift off. Just before she slipped into oblivion, she heard a click as the door to the suite opened and closed. Maggie smiled to herself. "I hope he enjoyed the show as much as I did..." Baby Oil Ch. 04 Many thanks again to Volunteer Editor the_thinker97. This chapter follows on from Baby Oil Chapters 01, 02 and 03. Look them up under MaggieMayDo... ***** Maggie peered at her reflection in the mirror in the lift on her way down for breakfast. Her skin was glowing from the sun the day before, but the shadows under her eyes confirmed her lack of sleep the previous night. She hadn't woken up in her own bed and had had to sneak back to her hotel room in the early morning. Embarrassingly, she hadn't been able to find her bra. This was normally not a problem but her lacy top was completely see-through. The elderly couple she had shared her lift with on the way to her room had been polite though. The gentleman had simply wished her breasts a "very good morning." As she ate, Maggie perused through her travel guide, and eventually made the decision to spend a day at a highly recommended beach. According to the guide, she would need to take a bus over the mountains. It all sounded good. She finished her poached eggs on toast and left the dining room with the book under her arm. As she turned the corner back into the hotel lobby she came face to face with her mysterious red headed friend. "Good morning", he leaned towards her and kissed her on the cheek. Maggie was flustered. She blushed as she started to gabble about the weather, how she was going to the beach, would he like to join her? It all came out of her mouth in one long stream. Seeing him standing in front of her in the ordinariness of the hotel reception was disconcerting. Maggie was embarrassed recalling their last 'encounter' a few hours ago. "Would love to, but I can't come now. Can I join you later?" He asked. "Of course, let me write the name of the beach down for you." Maggie moved to the concierge desk and borrowed a pen. She opened her notebook, wrote down a single word; Guaruja, then tore out the page and handed it to him. He pocketed the paper and smiled his goodbye. As she watched him enter the lift it occurred to Maggie that she still didn't know his name. "Wait!," she called as she moved quickly to the lift but it was too late, the door had closed. Maggie clarified directions to the bus station with the concierge and made her way back to her hotel room to grab a bag with some things for the day. She changed into a multi coloured bikini and pulled a white sundress over the top. Her hair was getting lighter. Bleached a fairer honey colour from the sun. Maggie attempted to tie it up into a neater style. It was still curly from the shower with Anna the night before. As she brushed her teeth and finished getting ready, Maggie thought back over the previous night's encounter. "With another woman?!?! Holy fuck!! I can't believe I did that!" Although she certainly enjoyed it, she also enjoyed that Felipe, Anna's husband had joined in. She could recall vividly the feeling of his beautiful cock spreading her lips as she slid down on him. Maggie's pussy involuntarily moistened. It had been an incredible experience. "Right, you horny bitch." Maggie said to herself in the mirror. "Let's go out and have some more fun." As Maggie made her way to the lobby she suddenly had a thought; recalling last night, she wondered whether Anna and Felipe would be free to come to the beach too. Felipe would probably be working but you never know. Maggie scribbled the directions and the name of the beach in her notebook, ripped out the page and gave it to the concierge to post to Anna and Felipe's suite. They'd both been fast asleep when Maggie had made her exit a few hours earlier. Sliding her sunglasses down from her hair, Maggie skipped out of the hotel and hailed a taxi to the bus station. The bus to the beach was almost full and Maggie had to negotiate the aisle as the bus pulled out of the station. Squeezing between bags and legs she managed to find an empty seat right at the back next to the window. Apologising and climbing over the elderly Brazilian woman next to her Maggie settled herself down. As the bus made its way through the suburbs of São Paulo Maggie started to drift off. The bus stopped a couple of times and Maggie was vaguely aware of people coming and going as she dozed. She hadn't had much sleep the night before. Maggie wondered whether Anna and Felipe regularly picked up women for her to play with. Well for Anna to play with and for Felipe to join in. Maggie wondered if she had been 'played' herself. Recalling the couples amazing bodies Maggie felt herself getting aroused. Felipe's skin was so dark, so tanned and firm. Maggie wished she had spent more time paying more attention to his body. His cock was his most outstanding feature, begging to be licked, sucked and ridden. The moment she had slid her pussy down his rock hard shaft had been electric, although it had been his wife, the beautiful Anna, that had her so turned on even before Felipe had showed up. Anna with her amazingly round Brazilian bottom. So firm. Her breasts with her dark nipples. Such a beautiful woman. "I can't believe I kissed and stroked another woman." Maggie smiled at the memory. How soft another woman's lips were, are. How Anna had teased her, stroked her, kissed her. Maggie could feel her breath quickening, she crossed and uncrossed her legs in an effort to subside her thoughts. Her sundress was pulled up to her thighs and Maggie toyed with the idea of surreptitiously playing with herself. She knew that she was already wet at the memory of last night. When Anna had poured the oil over her back down her ass cheeks in the shower... Heavenly. Opening her eyes Maggie noticed that the bus was now almost empty. Travelling over the mountains, the view outside was breathtaking. The seat next to her was empty, but across the aisle was a young man who kept staring at her, intently. He could only have been in his mid-twenties, European looking, with dirty blonde hair and pale blue eyes. Maggie smiled at him, glad at the fact that he couldn't read her mind or know what she had been daydreaming about. That little smile seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. He raised a questioning eyebrow and moved across the aisle to the seat next to Maggie. He started talking to Maggie in a language she didn't recognise. He was smiling a lot but Maggie couldn't decipher what he was saying. This carried on for several minutes. Eventually he stopped talking, leaned forward and kissed Maggie fully on the mouth. She was too surprised to pull away and found herself kissing him back. He had slightly rough lips with a few days of beard growth rubbing away at her chin. His breath was slightly smokey but not unattractive. Already turned on from her reminiscing of the night before, Maggie found herself getting more and more aroused. She responded to his kisses by turning her body towards his. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressing through his shorts against her leg. Reaching down with one hand she started to stroke it through the thin material. It seemed to hit him like he'd been shot. Galvanised, his kisses became more urgent. His own hands were now all over Maggie. One hand roughly grasping her breast through the thin cotton of the sundress. Squeezing and mauling it as if he'd never felt a breast before. His other hand started to run up Maggie's thighs. The dress was already pulled up high so his fingers were on her bare skin. He used the back of his hand and fingers to exert pressure to part Maggie's legs. His fingers worked their way further between, to the soft skin at the top of her thighs. Maggie was so surprised at this that she pulled away. He smiled and starting kissing her again. His hand on her breast had worked its way under the bikini top. He was rolling her nipple with his finger and thumb. As he tweaked it Maggie involuntarily gasped. He pulled away just far enough to run his eyes down her entire body. Maggie looked down to see what he was looking at. The strap of her dress was pulled down on one side as his hand and fingers were on her breast. Her tanned legs were bent up with her feet resting on the edge of the seat, her thighs parted slightly. His other hand was between her legs underneath the dress which had risen up to the top of her legs. Maggie used this pause to examine his shorts. She wanted to see how to release his cock from its prison. She unbuttoned them deftly, keeping an eye towards the front of the bus to ensure no one was nearby. As she took his cock out, her young travel companion lurched towards Maggie, kissing her deeply. The hand between her thighs moved closer to her pussy. Maggie started to stroke his cock firmly. It was rock hard, slim but long; longer than average. He was using his fingers to work her bikini bottoms to the side. Maggie shifted her bottom slightly to allow him better access. She was desperate to be touched there. She knew she was sopping wet and she needed him to feel that too. Still kissing her mouth, he teased her other lips with his fingers, trailing them gently across and ever so slightly dipping into the moisture inside. It was driving Maggie mad. She tried to urge him on by stroking him harder, more firmly, faster. It seemed to have no effect. She could feel him smiling, sensing her frustration. It was exactly what he was trying to do. He was using his thumb delicately on her clit now, so lightly it made Maggie push her hips up to meet his touch. It was really driving her crazy. Teasingly, he allowed one fingertip to dip inside her pussy, then another. Moving her hips down Maggie breathed out heavily into his mouth at the feeling of his fingers inside her. His thumb started rubbing her clit more definitely now. Using the moisture of her pussy to lubricate his stroking. Maggie knew that it wouldn't take long for her to come. She could feel the head of his young cock moistening with pre-cum and used her thumb to spread it over his head, stroking faster and faster. His fingers inside her and his thumb on her felt heavenly. Maggie arched her back facing towards him as she started to shake. His mouth was still on hers to absorb her deepening breaths and gasps as she at last came, shaking violently against his fingers. Her hand moving up and down his shaft making him come too. Unable to maintain his concentration, he pulled away from her mouth. He tried holding her eyes with his own, but had to close them at the last moment as he spurted over her leg. Opening his eyes he smiled sheepishly at the mess. Laughing, they giggled together like schoolchildren as Maggie fumbled in her beach bag for a pack of tissues, and gave him a few. She pulled herself together; dress down, straps up, breast back in bikini top. Maggie watched him clean himself and her leg, and put himself away. She glanced out the window and realised they were nearly there. She could see the sea. Turning to smile at him, he leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth softly. He gathered his rucksack from the overhead rack and made his way to the front of the bus. Calling over his shoulder he said, "Goodbye, have a great day at the beach". In perfect English.