The oil was warming in a bowl of hot water. I had blended it myself - vitamin E oil in which I had soaked vanilla beans and added an eyedropper of ylang-ylang. The two foam mats were laid out on the floor making a double bed and the sheet was spread over them.
The room was my studio, wooden floors, stained glass windows, and a bookshelf containing Japanese pillow books and a small stereo. There were Persian prints on the wall.
All was ready.
The doorbell rang.
Gathering my robe around me, I went to the front door. It was Carrie, long black hair across her shoulders. Her smile when she saw me was quick and her eyes sparkled in anticipation.
"Am I early?" she asked.
"Nah," I replied, "I've finished setting the space up. Come on in." I opened the door wide, and she passed me into the hallway, her perfume just noticeable beneath the sense of fresh air that she brought with her through the entrance.
"Same place?"
"Yup. Just go on through." I said.
She walked down the hall and into the studio. As she reached the door she glanced back over her shoulder with a little grin.
"I've been waiting for this all week." she said, and her grin became wider.
I followed her into the room and closed the door. I went to the stereo and put my favourite sensual CD on the player, Ancient Egypt by Ali Jihad Racy. It is gentle and ethereal, allowing one to drift.
Carrie began to undress. Of all the beautiful sights in the world, watching a woman undress is the most magnificent. Each time for me is like the very first.
She pulled her T-shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. She wore no bra - she needed none. Her breasts were high, yet lush, and she carried them with comfort. Each nipple was erect as if the air was cool.
She sat on a chair and pulled off her jeans. She wore simple white cotton panties, which, while standing, she removed, one leg at a time. Her black public bush was thick and large and seldom trimmed. It started several inches below her navel and almost touched each hip, it seemed, before dropping over her pubic mound, shielding her pussy behind its tangled thicket.
She lay on her stomach on the mats and waited quietly.
I removed my robe. I was naked and my cock was half-tumescent in anticipation of what lay ahead.
I walked over to the table and picked up the now warm bottle of massage oil. Sitting on the mat beside her, I began to drizzle just a little on to her dancer's back, soft and supple, muscular and strong.
Placing the bottle on the floor I began to smooth the oil into her back.
I began at the back of Carrie's neck. Her hair was spread in front of her, leaving the nape exposed. Gently I worked at the cords of muscle on either side and into the little canyon at the base of the skull. This was not the time for real neck work, however, and I moved to her shoulders and mid back. The oil began to emit its warm fragrance.