Tuesday, 11 October 2011

You scratch my back...

He took her by the hand and led her over to the bed. An aromatic candle flickered in the background, filling the room with a faint, relaxing tinge of jasmine, perfect for what he wanted. He reached out and kissed her lips softly, lingering gently against her and inhaling her scent over the jasmine.

Finally, he pulled back and pulled gently at the bottom of her shirt, lifting it up and over her head. She blushed slightly and helped him to remove it before undoing her jeans and tugging them down her legs. Then, at his direction, she lay down on her front, turning her head to rest one cheek against the bedspread, and shutting her eyes.

He stared for a moment at her body, thin and lithe and pale, and at her underwear, plain and black and tight against her curves. He stroked a hand over her plump ass, his fingertips feeling around the hem of her shorts, mapping the shift from the thick, unnatural cloth to soft, delicate skin.

Finally, he moved away for a second, coming back to her with a small bottle of massage oils, scented in lavender to match the candle. Squeezing some onto one palm and a small squirt along her back, he tossed the bottle aside and rubbed his palms together, before reaching out to her back. He slowly worked the oils into her back and shoulders, squeezing and relaxing, fingers moving in small circles over her before pushing against her to relax her muscles.

She moaned a little, moving into a more comfortable position and relaxing into the massage. She felt the tension lift from her shoulders as he worked, his hands seemingly absorbing the tensions and the difficulties of the day. The dim lights encouraged her to relax further, as did the lavender scent that hung in the hair all around, and she shut her eyes and focused on the sensual movements of his hands. After several minutes of tranquil pleasure, she felt him unclasping her bra.

“What are you doing?” she murmured languorously, her eyes still shut, but her voice a little defensive.

“Don’t worry, just relax and enjoy it” he replied, laying the straps down onto the bed, exposing the sides of her breasts, bulging outwards slightly as she lay on them. He added more oils to her body, rubbing her arms, her back, and then the few exposed parts of her breasts.

He worked until her skin shimmered gently against the flicker of the candle, the oils shining and making her seem to glow with her own inner fire. He let his hands wander idly over and around her flesh, pausing and focusing on a spot for a few moments if she moaned in pleasure. his fingers continuing their trek over her if didn’t. He smiled, pleased to see she was less stressed, and let his hands move down her sides, reaching towards her hips.

She was dripping wet at this point, her clit throbbing slightly inside her shorts and her panties feeling nearly as damp and shiny and soft as the skin on her back. It didn’t help as his hands wandered further and further down her body, and then suddenly jumped to her legs. Her inner thighs tingled with every touch, her heart beating faster with every millimetre closer his hands moved towards the split between her legs, a frog in her throat with every moan.

Finally, she couldn’t take it any more, and she opened her legs slightly for his hands, pushed herself - with some effort - onto one arm, and turned to him. Opening her eyes, she could see the slight bulge in his pants. She smiled, reached her free hand out towards his pants, and she whispered, in a voice that was thick with lust:

“Thank you for the massage. Here, lie down and let me repay you...”

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