AWAKENING

He rubs his hands into the oil and starts to massage my feet and legs. I sense when other people enter the room and feel when they also begin to massage the various areas of my back and shoulders, thighs and arms. Hmmmmmmm I say as my muscles begin to relax and I feel like a limp noodle. My mind begins to wander and I feel so lethargic from those hands that know where to caress and how to apply pressure and softness where it is required.

As I relax and the stress leaches away, the effect of the wine and the scents, the caresses and the sheer multi-handed effects of their ministrations begins to bring a familiar warmth and moisture to my centre and my breathing increases. He kisses me on my cheek and whispers that he's gonna turn me over now. More oil is placed on my body and they begin again, this time he is by my head caressing my neck and shoulders, up and down my arms. He moves his hands to my breasts and the lack of friction with the oils and his hands, slippery and caressing makes me groan with longing and need. The other hands continue their massaging of my abdomen and thighs, legs and feet. He bends down, whispering in my ear, kissing me, running his tongue around and in my ear. Goose bumps come up on my skin and I shiver.