As the New Year fast approaches, we disregard for a moment all that has surrounded us over the last 9 months. We sit together in our hotel room, relaxing as much as we can when I decide to give you a slow, gentle massage.
I ask you to go take a shower to let the hot steamy water cascade over your nakedness softening your flesh so the oil I use will soak into your pores and help relax your mind. Your beautiful blue eyes light up, before I can finish the next sentence, the water is running and you find yourself in the bathroom already nude as you began stripping off the shorts and t-shirt leaving a trail across the floor. I whisper under my breath, I love you with a smile.
As I hear the shower running, and the curtain whipping shut. I get up and dim the lights, close the curtains and light some candles we brought. I stretch out across the bed several large towels I had housekeeping bring by earlier.
I put on a cd of soft sounds which includes waterfalls and sounds of nature as I go over in my head what I will speak of as my hands rub and caress your body. Wanting to take you away from where we are and bring your mind to a place in which we have not been or have experienced yet.
Once finished setting up, I stand in the bathroom near the counter, warming a large body towel with the hairdryer. It's very warm to the touch and perfect as you shut off the water and pull back on the curtain. As you reach out for the towel in which is now in my hands, I tell you to step out.
As you do so, I wrap the warm towel around you and pat you dry. I move my hand under your chin and turn your beautiful face to me, kissing you on the lips I ask if you are warm. You say yes as I take your warm hand in mine an lead you from the bathroom. Still draped in the warm towel, I have you lay face down on the bed.
I take the towel and drop it to your slim waist. Tucking it under your hips to keep the warmth in. I have warmed the oil in the ice bucket filled with hot water. I pull the bottle and ooze several streaks along the length of your back. I replace the bottle back into the bucket.
My hands slowly move over your back, drawing the oil over every exposed area. I ask you if you would like to enjoy this massage more and if I could whisper to you as I rub. You say yes that would be fine and begin the dialog I have replayed in my mind to you as I admire the beauty of your body beneath my hands.
As my hands begin to squeeze and knead your tense shoulders and neck, I begin my story for you. As my hands gently caresses the flesh of the sides of your neck, I tell you to close your eyes and imagine us on a white sand beach in a tropical paradise away from people, technology, no phones, no computers. Just the sounds of the waves washing up around us as we lay together hand in hand in our own cove.
I can hear the soft moans escaping from your throat as my hands roam over your back and shoulders, I continue my story. Whispering softly, I describe our surroundings. The slight ocean breeze, just moving atop the waters surface as it sweeps over us.
The hot sun bearing down on us as your skin glows tan. Oiled with lotion your beautiful skin glistens in the sunlight. The gentle waves of the water pushed by the movement far off into the distance by the party boats.
Every once in awhile the sound of an egret echoes in the distance as it flies over the cliffs behind us. Nobody else around us, just us and what we make of the moment. Lounging in the chairs set upon the beach, we embrace each others hands as I look over at you.
Your beautiful face facing the sun, the glow of your flesh with the glistening beads of water which permeate upon your skin from the perspiration as it pools on the flat portion of your tummy. Your hair swept back cascading over the back of the lounger. I am in awe of the beauty before me as there is no comparison to our whereabouts and your face. You are the most beautiful woman to ever enter my life.
My hands slow as I move the towel down around the back of your thighs. Rubbing and moving my hands over your low back, over your slim hips and across your waist.
Over your backside and to the outer area of your upper thighs. Smoothing the oil into your skin as my fingers slightly dig into your muscles, relieving the tension which has built throughout your tender body.
Slowly and gently my fingers smooth away the oil as your flesh absorbs it into it's pores. I look down at your face, slightly turned to the side as your eyes are closed. A sense of freedom from stress pours from your body as my fingers rub and massage the soft skin of your low back.