Slippery when wet

I warned her. Slippery when wet. The pool water still clung to my skin when Jo poured the oil across my back. She started at my ass like she always does, palms gliding over the curve, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh until it gleamed. Every stroke made it harder to stand still. She rubbed it in slow circles, working the oil down my thighs, then back up between my cheeks until nothing felt dry anymore. The sun hit the shine on my skin and made me look almost too ready. Jo’s fingers lingered longer each pass, nails tracing light lines through the slickness. When she finally turned me around, both of us were breathing harder than the heat alone could explain.