He kneels to dry my lower body. He strokes my pussy, again paying special attention to the creases outside my labia. His towel covered hand slows as it dries my ass, nudging, pushing and then is gone. Again the long strokes taking the water from my legs, drying my feet, and then back up my legs to where they join at my fuzzy thatch.
He leads me to the bedroom, and sits me on the side of the bed. A fresh towel is used to dry my hair. Again, he takes time to make sure the job is done right. So gentle, so thorough. He loves me, and I him. After several long delicious minutes, he wraps the towel around my head turban style and urges me to lie on the bed.
I sprawl face down, relaxed, glowing and squeaky clean. Some soft instrumental music floats across the room from some where; the smell of the rose petals on the bed makes me dizzy with delight. I feel his weight join me on the mattress. He covers my exposed flesh with a light sheet. “It is important that you do not chill,” he whispers hoarsely.
His oiled hands gently touch me on the nape of the neck. The oil is warm and soothing as he begins to knead out the bunched up muscles, to stretch the tension out of them. He works my neck and all I can do is moan my pleasure. There is a slight pause to pour on some more warm oil. His hands turn to one shoulder, making sure that each muscle gets adequate treatment, not moving on until the objective is reached and the muscle is soft and pliant. He continues down my arm with the same methodical treatment – find a muscle, stretch and knead it until it is soft and pliable as wet spaghetti. Then move on to the next. When he finishes a part, he makes sure it is covered with the sheet. When he gets to my hands, he continues – kneading and stretching the muscles in the palm, and across the back of my hand. He even works each finger down to the very tips. Flexing, extending, massaging. When he finished every finger, he covered that arm and began on the other.
When finished with that arm, and it is modestly covered, he begins anew between my shoulder blades. I had not known there were so many spots needing to be touched, so many touches to be had. His smooth, warmed and oiled hands kneading away cares, relaxing tensions and causing me to sink into a warm rose scented euphoric glow.
Carefully he covers my shoulders and back and begins on my butt. I have anticipated this moment, expecting to be roused again and finish with some good sex. But he surprises me. Instead of grabbing with one hand on each cheek, he concentrates on one at a time. Again, he can find muscles in my hip and buttock that I did not know were there. Again, each is stretched, teased, massaged and relaxed until I am a puddle of flesh, unable to move. When that cheek is finished and covered, he continues down the leg – much as he did my arms.
Then the ankle and the foot. Running his thumbs from ball of foot to heel, a tingle courses up my legs. It is not pain, but a sharp, electric jolt that awakens me, yet calms me at the same time. He spends equal time on my toes as he did with my fingers.
When that leg is done and draped, he returns to the other buttock and begins again.
Minutes and years later, he has finished. I am rubbed and oiled from nape to toe, muscles like jelly and just moments from sleep.
“Flip over,” his voice sinks in from far away.
“I can’t,” I mumble into the bed sheets – at least I think I actually say it.
I felt him bring my outstretched arms back down to my sides. He crossed my ankles and with a flick of his wrist I found myself on my back. He carefully placed my hands across my belly and draped me again. He moved up toward my head and knelt there, with one knee by each ear. I looked up at him upside down. I couldn’t help but notice that he was still naked (and apparently not chilled). His cock was at full attention, hovering just over my forehead.
Gently he placed one thumb above each of my eyebrows and began a gentle kneading motion. My eyes closed of their own accord. Again, he found each muscle in my skull and face and convinced them to relax. His hands worked down my neck to one until he was just above my breast. He gently stretched my pectoral muscle, seeming to ignore the throbbing nipple just south of there. Then the other muscle. His warm hands circled around under the curve of my breast, gently teasing, and began working on the muscles of my belly.
As he continued down, he was reaching over my supine body. I could feel the heat of him on my face. The lower he got, the more aroused I became. Finally I opened my eyes and found I was ‘face to face’ with his erection. I could see the pre-cum glistening on the tip of him. Spontaneously I raised my tongue to taste the gleaming diamond of his desire. He twitched, but did not stop his work on me.
He had reached my groin area. I spread my legs ever so slightly to give him room to work. He continued with the massage, focusing on the muscles of my upper thigh, beginning with the outside ones. His warm, slick hands glided over my flesh.
I could still taste him on my tongue when his fingers brushed over my clit. They did not stay long, just grazed over on the way to the other thigh. The throb that hit me was almost an orgasm of its own. It certainly predicted what was about to happen.
He finished the other outside thigh at the knee and began working his way back up my inner thigh. I felt myself beginning to get wet in anticipation.
When he arrived at my lips, he tarried around the outside corners. Tickling, probing, and teasing. My thighs parted even further, begging him to continue.
His fingers darted across the opening, dipping into the sauce, then using it to massage more, getting closer to my clit. I was squirming and whining by this time, and realized that he had pinned me to the bed with his legs. I opened my eyes and was rewarded by the other end of him, his ass, his balls and the base of his straining cock.
Quickly my eyes shut again as he got to work on my clit, this time in earnest. His fingers plunged into me and found my g-spot, at the same time that his tongue found my clit. I wrapped my arms around his legs and began to shiver with a building orgasm. He set the pace, thrust; lick, thrust, lick and I bucked once and plunged over the edge – riding him as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over me. He kept time with me; never letting me hit bottom, but not keeping me too long at the top.
After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, he finally let me slow down; easing me to a soft landing and caressing me into a state of relative calm.
I whimpered as he took his weight off of me, to reverse his position. Then sighed as he lay with me again, covering me with his warmth and kisses.
Just when I thought I could go no more, I found myself responding to those kisses. My breathing got faster, my heart was pounding. I reached for him and found him hard and as ready to enter me as I was ready to have him in me.
He kissed me deeply and lovingly as he positioned himself. I acted as guide (as if he needed one) and placed him at the entrance to my dripping pussy. He moved forward slowly and I could feel him stretch the tissues in passing. He only entered a short way, but it brought a gasp to my lips, and my back arched to receive more. But he waited – when I eased down again, he began a slow, deep thrust – from tip to base. And just as slowly withdrew until his head was all that remained in me. Again the slow thrust, and again the slow withdrawal until I thought I could not stand it any more.