Rob's apartment was small, but cozy. He nervously paced back and forth, glancing at the clock on the wall every few seconds. Ivy was due to arrive any minute now, and he couldn't believe she had agreed to come over.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Rob took a deep breath and opened the door, revealing Ivy standing in the hallway. She was even more impressive in person, her muscles rippling with every movement.
"You better have a good reason for this little rendezvous," Ivy said, her smirk suggesting she already knew the answer.
Rob stuttered, "I-I do. I just... I really admire your muscles, Ivy. I want to cover you in oil and worship them."
Ivy raised an eyebrow, "You want to what now?"
Rob took a deep breath, "I want to cover every inch of your muscles in oil and show them the appreciation they deserve."
Ivy laughed, "You're such a nerd, Rob. But fine, let's see this oil worshipping thing of yours."
Rob rushed to the kitchen and returned with a bottle of olive oil. He carefully poured it into his hands, warming it up. Ivy rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but be a little intrigued. She flexed her arm, showing off her bicep.
Rob's eyes widened, "You're incredible, Ivy. May I?"
Ivy nodded, allowing Rob to cover her arm in oil. He did so reverently, his hands shaking slightly. Ivy couldn't help but feel a thrill at the attention. She flexed her other arm, "Well? Are you just going to stare or are you going to worship?"
Rob snapped out of his daze and began to massage the oil into Ivy's arm. She moaned softly, surprised at how good it felt. Rob moved on to Ivy's shoulders, pouring more oil onto her back. He kneaded her muscles, working out any knots.
Ivy's moans became louder, "Rob, you're actually pretty good at this."
Rob grinned, "I'm glad you think so. I want to make sure you feel appreciated, Ivy."
Ivy couldn't believe how good the oil massage felt. She had never thought of her muscles as something to be worshipped, but Rob's reverence was surprisingly touching. She closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the sensation of his hands on her body.
As Rob massaged Ivy's back, he couldn't help but admire her strength. He had always been drawn to powerful women, and Ivy was the epitome of strength and control. He felt honored to be able to worship her muscles in this way.
Ivy's moans grew louder, and Rob could feel her body tensing up. He knew she was on the brink of orgasm, and he wanted to push her over the edge. He poured more oil onto her back, massaging her muscles with more intensity.
"Oh, Rob," Ivy moaned, "don't stop."
Rob grinned, "I won't, Ivy. I'll keep worshipping your muscles as long as you want."
And with that, Ivy reached her climax, her body shaking with pleasure. Rob continued to massage her muscles, bringing her down from her high.
As they both caught their breath, Rob couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He had worshipped Ivy's muscles in the way he had always wanted to, and she had enjoyed it. He hoped this was the beginning of a new chapter in their relationship.
"Thank you, Rob," Ivy said, her voice soft and genuine. "That was incredible."
Rob smiled, "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Ivy. I hope we can do it again sometime."
Ivy nodded, "I would like that."
And with that, they both knew that this was just the beginning of their oil worshipping sessions.
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