Samantha kept quiet as she felt the young boy starting to spread the lotion on her.

From the moment she saw him, she had wanted him. When she felt him up, the desire had increased. Yet, she wanted to be the one who was in control so her plan was to get him so turned on from putting the lotion on her that he'd not be able to hold himself back.

Once that happened, she would have him under her thumb. She was confident with her body and had seen how he had looked at her earlier. There was appreciation in his eyes, though she was a bit miffed that no tent appeared in his pants.

So she was going to turn him on so badly and make him wait until he begged for it.

Her lips curled into a smile as she imagined all sorts of things she planned.

Upon feeling his hands on her neck, she sighed. It felt good. At first, it felt like a firm massage that kneaded away all the aches and pains in her neck. Then, it became gentle and fleeting. His fingers seemed to float at the back of her neck.

For some reason, it made her feel rather ... hot.

She bit her lower lips and closed her eyes, relishing in the sensation that his fingers were doing to her.

She felt those strong hands now doing her shoulders, making soft, circular strokes which led to one arm. He took her left arm and started kneading the lotion onto it. She felt him alternate between giving a hard grip on the outer arm and a soft, featherlike touch when it came near her underarm.

His fingers massaged her palm, giving it firm, circular motions that somehow, made her want more. He then focused on her fingers, pulling on it after each massage, making a slight popping sound that relaxed her even further.

After both of her arms were done, he started on her lower back.

She trembled when she felt those strong hands go from her shoulder, around her back and down just to the tip of her buttocks before spreading out and going back up. Then doing it all over again.

She closed her eyes, breathing even harder as she waited and waited for him to pay attention to her butt cheeks that were screaming for his touch. When she felt her lonely buttocks finally being held, she sighed in contentment as he kneaded gently.

In his careful administration of putting the lotion on them, there would be an occasion or two when his fingertips just brushed inbetween the buttcheeks.

She shuddered in pleasure each time he did so, and she even subconsciously clenched them, hoping to trap those delicious fingertips. It never succeeded.

He then began to put the lotion at the back of her legs, his fingertips - again - slightly brushing right at her core. It was so soft and light, like a feather, which left her wanting more. Yet, he never did give more and only teased.

It frustrated her.

"Turn over," she heard him say and she obeyed, eagerly displaying her best assets to him. She peeked to see his expression and couldn't help but feel disappointed at his lack of reaction. He simply started putting on lotion on her neck and shoulders.

He then took one arm and gently ran his fingers along it, saying, "I've already done this, but need to reapply on your hands. Since there's no water around, I'll make do with what I have."

With that, her eyes widened as she saw him take a thumb into his mouth, twirling his tongue around and sucking it slightly before moving on to the next. When all five fingers were done, he started putting on the lotion, his fingertips gently imitating what his tongue had done.

Samantha found herself unable to move, her breathing was getting more and more laboured.

She watched as he put her hand down and started putting the lotion on her chest.

She waited in anticipation as he rubbed it on her neck, then slowly went up to her ears. He gently massaged the lotion all around the ear, making sure every single part of her ear was done. Samantha gulped.

No one had ever touched her there before, in this way before and she closed her legs tightly together, feeling rather moist down there.

She felt his hands on her collarbone, lathering the lotion at the top of her chest, just above the breast. He didn't touch her breasts yet, but simply made sure every part of her upper body was done. Then, he did to her other arm what he had done to the first.

This time, she couldn't wait for his special care and administrations to her fingers. When he began to take a finger into his mouth, she couldn't help the moan that escaped from her lips this time.

Yet, he appeared completely unaffected by it all as he continued as slowly as before.

She closed her eyes in pleasure, feeling like it was just too short when he put her arm down and was about to protest when she felt his hands at the side of her breasts. Her breath hitched as she felt his fingers gently massaging the soft mounds at the side.

In her mind, she was screaming at him to grab her breasts and pinch her nipples but on the outside, she kept mum. There was no way in Hell was she going to beg for him to touch her. No. No. No.

It was he who was supposed to do the begging.

When she finally felt his hands directly on her breasts, she nearly purred in satisfaction. She didn't stop the moans that came out of her mouth as he kneaded them, massaged them and gave them all the attention that she had been craving for.

She reached out and grabbed his head, forcing it onto her breasts and he didn't resist as he paid special attention to one nipple with his mouth and tongue while his fingers were making sure the other pair wasn't left alone.

Samantha was in 7th heaven.

Never had she experienced such intensity of feelings that she was feeling right now. Despite the numerous sex partners she had, this was the first time that she was feeling this way. When his mouth left her breast, she whimpered a bit until she felt that he was simply switching sides.

Her moans were getting louder and the men outside were trying very hard to block out the sounds. A noticeable part of their body was rising, straining in their pants as all sorts of thoughts entered their minds.

Samantha was so turned on that all she wanted was for this boy to get up and shove himself into her. She was so wet that she felt as if a puddle was already created underneath her.

Yet, to her dismay, he seemed completely unaffected.

After spending a bit of time on her breasts, he continued putting on the lotion on her body.

'What-the-fuck' Samantha screamed in her mind.

She looked at him in disbelief as he continued spreading the lotion on her body. His hands were being so evil, too.

As it went down her stomach and to her pubic region, she was waiting. Waiting in excitement. She felt as if her cave wasn't just dripping wet, it was pulsing with heat. Wanting him to touch her there. Kiss her there. Anything, just don't leave it alone!

Yet, his hands would just go near but never touch.

From her stomach, he now concentrated on her legs. Just having those hands there almost made her lose it. When his fingers were gently on her inner thigh, she had to bite her inner cheeks to stop herself from grabbing him.

She kept telling herself that she was in control. In control.

His fingers were gently massaging from the top to the bottom, his fingertips just .. oh, so barely grazed near the entrance ... yet not touching. Her breathing was getting harder and harder, the moans kept coming even though he wasn't doing anything other than massaging her legs.

He did one leg, then the other, from the thigh all the way to the toes.

She felt his hands at the soles of her feet and despite being a ticklish person, it was not ticklish. In fact, she felt weirder as his thumb pressed along the sides of her foot. One foot. The other foot. The toes were massaged and gently pulled.

By now, she was more than ready to be fucked hard but her pride kept her from demanding it from him.

Just as he did the last toe, she thought that was the last of it. She was wrong.

His hands then started massaging upwards again, from her ankle, slowly ... up ... her inner thigh ... she spread her legs wider, letting him better access. Yet, he still didn't touch her there at all. It was all over and around.

Soft, gentle administrations just with his fingertips.

At the very last second when she was going to lose it, she felt his hand on the thin cloth that barely covered her most private part. His thumb touched her clitoris while another finger right at her sopping, wet cave.

Despite the fact that there was a piece of cloth between his fingers and her, the sudden and highly anticipated touch made her reach her climax. His devlish fingers started moving as well, rubbing along the entire length of her cave and it only served to cause her to climax again.

Samantha felt wave after wave hit her as she climaxed continuously for his fingers never stopped, and she convulsed, twisting her body left and right at the pure, strong sensations that racked her entire body.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, the last wave ended.

Samantha lay there, panting. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw a very calm boy standing next to her, waiting.

"I believe I've kept my side of the bargain," he said.

Samantha couldn't believe it as her gaze landed at his crotch. There was no tent.

She reached over and touched it, confirming that it wasn't hard. She began squeezing it, just to make sure that there was a p*nis there and not that this man had been castrated or something.

"Please, I still need that," Kyle was saying as he took her hand away, "Trust me, it's in working order."