Upon entering the home, on the kitchen table a single burning candle in an old-fashioned brass holder greeted her with a note saying, "Walk with me." The home was completely dark and the air was warm and still. She heard the faint sounds of a jazz piano drifting down the hall from the direction of the bedroom. She lay her purse and keys down on the table and began her journey down the hall, candle in hand.
She reached the bedroom door, which was just ajar. She held the candle in her left hand and gently pressed the door with her right, peering in, as it swung open. Stepping into the room, she absorbed the scene, a dozen or so candles spread throughout the room provided dancing, shimmering light. The fresh smell of citrus filled the warm still air, swirling with the sounds of a soft jazz piano. On the floor, spread out in front of the bed, lay a thick comforter; a small pillow placed at the top, with a tray nearby, covered by a colorful scarf. He lay reclined on the bed, dressed in a black robe; hands folded in his lap, a magazine next to his leg.
He rose to meet her, a sly smile on his face. They exchanged looks, but no words, as he took the candle from her and placed it on the dresser. He led her by the hand to the edge of the comforter turned to face her and began to unbutton her blouse, slowly and deliberately. The last button undone, he removed the tail of the blouse from her skirt, slid the blouse off her shoulders and neatly placed it on the bed. He unclasped her bra as well, and laid it on the blouse. He knelt in front of her and helped her step out of her shoes, which he placed on the floor next to the bed. Still kneeling, he unzipped her skirt and brought it down over her hips, then thighs and calves to the floor. She steadied herself on his shoulder as she stepped out of it. He removed her panties in the same fashion, sliding them down over her hips and legs so that she only had to step out of them. Again, he placed each item on the bed, next to her blouse.
Standing there naked, she understood the reason for the warm still air. She was at ease and comfortable. He took her hand and helped her kneel then lay down on her stomach, legs spread just slightly; her head turned to the left resting on the small pillow. He positioned her arms lying flat, bent at the elbows with hands just above her head, palms down. He brushed her hair to the side exposing her neck.
He removed his robe, naked himself now, and knelt beside her. There he positioned the covered tray within easy reach and gently peeled back the scarf to reveal its contents. On the tray, there were a variety of brushes, from a large round powder brush to the smallest feather thin sable-hair artist's brush. Lying next to the brushes was a small folded oriental fan. Just behind the brushes on the tray were 4 small crystal bowls. The bowl to the far left contained several melting ice cubes, immediately to its right was a bowl filled with champagne. The next bowl was home to dark rich chocolate syrup with the last bowl having several drops of honey.
His first brush of choice was the large round soft make up brush. He started with her left hand, lowering the brush to just barely touch the skin, then brushing back and forth, quick motions, continued up her arm toward her shoulder awakening her skin. Across the tops of her shoulders, back of her neck, then down her right arm to her fingers, he brushed, back and forth. The he brushed long soft stroked back and forth across her shoulder blades, working his way down her back, then over her ass to the tops of her thighs. Then each leg in succession, quick brush strokes down to her feet. She could feel her skin, excited, alive and tingling.
