thing you’ll tell me is that you mix your own massage oil too.”
My hand faltered. “Well, yeah, actually, I--I did.”
“Unbelievable. Mike, are you sure you’re an accountant?”
I laughed. “I guess you’d better hope I am, huh?”
“I guess so,” she muttered. “Jeez. You’re full of surprises tonight.”
“Good surprises, I hope?” I quipped lightly.
Claire sighed and it was a moment before she answered. “Very good. Just very... unexpected.”
I suppose that sigh, and the pause that followed it, should have worried me more than it did, but I was too focused on what I was doing to think that much about anything else. Taking a fresh rock from the water I massaged her arms and hands before changing rocks again and continuing down her back.
I mixed things up a little as I went along. In places I used one rock, other places two, and sometimes I used just my hands. When the urge arose to trail hot kisses down her spine, to caress the small of her back with my lips and tongue, I had to struggle to restrain myself. Once I started down that path, I knew I’d never be able to stop.
I gently plucked and pummeled the flesh of her butt cheeks and then stroked lightly along her crease with the backs of my fingers; longing to do more. I longed to take her flawless, creamy flesh between my teeth; to suck and nip until I’d marked her as my own. I wanted to slide my fingers inside her wet channel and test her warmth; wanted to spread her legs wide, pry open her lips, taste her juices on my tongue. Instead, I moved on. I massaged her legs--first one, then the other--slowly stroking and kneading all the way to her feet.
“Flip over and let me do you from the front,” I said as I reached for a fresh rock.
A soft, sultry laugh purled up Claire’s throat as she rolled onto her back and propped herself up, once again on her elbows. “You do know how dirty that sounded, don’t you?”
Dirty? I turned to face her and my gaze drifted hungrily over her body. As I said, up until now I’d been holding back; using mostly relaxing touches and strokes. But I’d paid the price for my manners. My balls were aching with unconsummated lust. “Not nearly as dirty as I could make it feel, if I weren’t trying to be such a gentleman.”
“A gentleman?” Claire’s eyes lit up at that. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” I smiled back at her. “It is. Why? Don’t believe me?”
“I’d never say that,” she murmured, lowering her eyes demurely. “Although, I must admit, I’ve never really thought being a gentleman was all it’s cracked up to be.” I waited, hoping she’d say more. Finally she shrugged. “So, if it’s dirty you want... why not just go for it?”
Which was all the encouragement I needed. Dropping the rock back into the pot, I picked up the bottle of massage oil, placed a finger beneath Claire’s chin and tipped her head back.
“Unh,” she gasped in surprise as the warm oil streamed over her, coating her neck, her chest, cascading between her breasts, flowing over her belly, all the way to her mound. I knew the bedcovers would be forever stained with the oil, but I couldn’t have cared less. Tossing the bottle aside, I straddled her hips.
I could feel her heart pounding as I skated my hands through the oil; up the center of her chest, up and around her neck; until they were buried in the hair at the back of her head. As my fingers massaged her scalp and the lobes and rims of her ears, I lowered my mouth to hers, and kissed her deeply.
“How’s that?” I finally lifted my head to ask.
Claire’s eyes fluttered open. “Don’t you dare stop now.”
“I won’t,” I promised, as I rubbed slow circles along her forehead and over her temples. “Now close your eyes again and lie back.”
“Yes, Mike.” She complied immediately.
“Good girl,” I murmured, rewarding her with soft kisses on her eyelids.
Pressing gently, my fingers slowly traced the shape of her eye-sockets and then the
My hand faltered. “Well, yeah, actually, I--I did.”
“Unbelievable. Mike, are you sure you’re an accountant?”
I laughed. “I guess you’d better hope I am, huh?”
“I guess so,” she muttered. “Jeez. You’re full of surprises tonight.”
“Good surprises, I hope?” I quipped lightly.
Claire sighed and it was a moment before she answered. “Very good. Just very... unexpected.”
I suppose that sigh, and the pause that followed it, should have worried me more than it did, but I was too focused on what I was doing to think that much about anything else. Taking a fresh rock from the water I massaged her arms and hands before changing rocks again and continuing down her back.
I mixed things up a little as I went along. In places I used one rock, other places two, and sometimes I used just my hands. When the urge arose to trail hot kisses down her spine, to caress the small of her back with my lips and tongue, I had to struggle to restrain myself. Once I started down that path, I knew I’d never be able to stop.
I gently plucked and pummeled the flesh of her butt cheeks and then stroked lightly along her crease with the backs of my fingers; longing to do more. I longed to take her flawless, creamy flesh between my teeth; to suck and nip until I’d marked her as my own. I wanted to slide my fingers inside her wet channel and test her warmth; wanted to spread her legs wide, pry open her lips, taste her juices on my tongue. Instead, I moved on. I massaged her legs--first one, then the other--slowly stroking and kneading all the way to her feet.
“Flip over and let me do you from the front,” I said as I reached for a fresh rock.
A soft, sultry laugh purled up Claire’s throat as she rolled onto her back and propped herself up, once again on her elbows. “You do know how dirty that sounded, don’t you?”
Dirty? I turned to face her and my gaze drifted hungrily over her body. As I said, up until now I’d been holding back; using mostly relaxing touches and strokes. But I’d paid the price for my manners. My balls were aching with unconsummated lust. “Not nearly as dirty as I could make it feel, if I weren’t trying to be such a gentleman.”
“A gentleman?” Claire’s eyes lit up at that. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” I smiled back at her. “It is. Why? Don’t believe me?”
“I’d never say that,” she murmured, lowering her eyes demurely. “Although, I must admit, I’ve never really thought being a gentleman was all it’s cracked up to be.” I waited, hoping she’d say more. Finally she shrugged. “So, if it’s dirty you want... why not just go for it?”
Which was all the encouragement I needed. Dropping the rock back into the pot, I picked up the bottle of massage oil, placed a finger beneath Claire’s chin and tipped her head back.
“Unh,” she gasped in surprise as the warm oil streamed over her, coating her neck, her chest, cascading between her breasts, flowing over her belly, all the way to her mound. I knew the bedcovers would be forever stained with the oil, but I couldn’t have cared less. Tossing the bottle aside, I straddled her hips.
I could feel her heart pounding as I skated my hands through the oil; up the center of her chest, up and around her neck; until they were buried in the hair at the back of her head. As my fingers massaged her scalp and the lobes and rims of her ears, I lowered my mouth to hers, and kissed her deeply.
“How’s that?” I finally lifted my head to ask.
Claire’s eyes fluttered open. “Don’t you dare stop now.”
“I won’t,” I promised, as I rubbed slow circles along her forehead and over her temples. “Now close your eyes again and lie back.”
“Yes, Mike.” She complied immediately.
“Good girl,” I murmured, rewarding her with soft kisses on her eyelids.
Pressing gently, my fingers slowly traced the shape of her eye-sockets and then the
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