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.
"Ooomph!" she sighed. "I'm really tense there."
As I worked down her back along the paravertebrals, I mixed the vertical strokes with sideways pulls from her ribcage and the sides of her breasts. She began to settle in and my hands felt the release of tension. She was beginning to drift on the music, the warmth, the touch, as I worked slowly down to her sacral dimples.
I moved back to her shoulders and mid-back, using my forearms to lengthen the stroke and cover a larger surface area. Our social mores and our clothing seem to divide the body into "nice" bits and "naughty" bits. To my mind they are all divine, part of the whole, and must be treated as such.
I reached again for the oil. Pouring some into my hand, I replaced the bottle on the floor and began to spread it over her classically beautiful bottom, firm but with a delicate softness that invited touch. I gently parted her cheeks and let just a drop or two land on her anus. Her legs parted slightly, revealing just a bit of her pussy in the furze of her pubic hair.
I parted her legs a bit further and she moved easily. She had been here before. I settled myself between her legs, and began to massage the oil into her buttocks with smooth firm strokes. I leaned forward into the strokes so that it was almost as if I were embracing them. I separated them with my hands as I worked and allowed my fingertips to just stroke her anus without quite penetrating the winkled pink/brown orifice.
Carrie's breathing changed, becoming slower and deeper, yet at the same time I could feel the beginnings of her arousal. I became fully erect and allowed the tip of my cock to just touch the crack of her ass as I worked. The fragrance of the ylang-ylang became more pronounced in response to her body heat.
It was time to move to the back of her thighs. I spread some more oil and began to work it into her skin, especially at the tops, where her tendons met her pussy. I did not touch it directly though. I let the anticipation build.
I then "reconnected" Carrie's thighs to her bottom using long stokes, and allowed my fingertips to again brush her anus. With feather touch I just glanced off her perineum and returned to the backs of her legs.
The ylang-ylang had begun to mix with Carrie's own scent, and my breathing became unsteady as I responded viscerally to the heady mix of odours. I paused to control myself before I moved on. My glans had sprouted a tiny drop of anticipation and Ancient Egypt floated effortlessly through the airy stained glass-tinted sun as it flowed across Carrie's lovely naked body
There are major nerve centres just above the knees on the backs of the legs and I spent some time opening them up, being careful to ensure that all was "connected" before I moved on, taking care to just touch the perineum lightly again.
