It's been a long, frustrating, tiring day. You sit through a long dinner with the boys, wishing you could just get back to the hotel and a nice hot shower, but they keep talking and joking around. Finally, the check comes and you see the end close at hand.
You drive back to the hotel and say your goodnights to your coworkers, thankful to be back at the hotel, and even though you are tired, you wish you weren't going back to an empty room.
You open the door and trudge inside, dropping your laptop case and keys on the table by the door. As you come further into the room, you smell jasmine and lavender. A new smell...wasn't there when you left that morning. Puzzled, you come further into the room and notice a few candles burning around the small space. You see a bottle of chilled wine and two wine glasses sitting on the nightstand. A smile comes to your face as you realize you have a visitor.
Just at that moment, the bathroom door opens to reveal me, dressed in a black lace teddy with a matching sheer black thigh length robe and black thigh high stockings.
I flash you an evil, yet excited grin, and whisper, "Surprise, Handsome!"
You cross the distance between us in a heartbeat, wrap your arms around me and squeeze me tight. It feels so wonderful to be in your arms again after so long.
I reluctantly break loose and take your hand.
"You need a night of being spoiled." I lead you to the bed, where I have spread out a few towels to cover the bedspread.
I slowly undress you, letting my fingers trace over your skin very lightly as I lift your shirt over your head. My hands travel down your exquisite body to your jeans. I remove the rest of your clothes without touching you anymore...after all, you've got a long night ahead of you...I want you to enjoy every minute of it.
I direct you to the bed and tell you to lie on your stomach. You look at me questionably, but do as I say. I reach to the nightstand and grab the jasmine scented massage oil from the drawer. Next thing you feel is the coolness of my hands as they slide over your back, rubbing in the sweet smelling oil. I work the strained muscles in your neck, rubbing hard to work out the kinks, moving down to your shoulders.
You close your eyes and sigh. Music to my ears. That sigh tells me you are relaxing. I can feel it in your back, your muscles relaxing, the tense knots disappearing under my fingertips.
I move down your back, carefully, not so much kneading as caressing, letting the oil work into your skin as I move lower to your ass, rubbing the oil between the muscular mounds, causing you to gasp and tense slightly. I smile and repeat the motion, now causing you to groan. A new sensation, but one that is very pleasurable.
It is hard for me to move on, but my plan has a long way to go and I can't be distracted, even though I can feel the heat building within me.
I move down your legs, working the muscles hard again. I memorize each muscle as I work, all the way down to your toes. You start laughing and jerking your legs when I reach your sensitive feet. I make a mental note about ticklish feet with thoughts to future torture and smile.
Once I have massaged every inch of your back, I ask you to roll over. You do so very eagerly and groan, "I thought you'd never ask!" As you situate yourself on your back, I'm overjoyed to see the reaction my attention has drawn. Your beautifully hard cock is standing straight up, almost begging for attention.
Again, I have to be strong and not ruin my plans. I start at your chest, working more oil between my fingers, moving down your arms, your stomach...another mental note...your sides are ticklish too. I work the oil down your stomach to the base of your cock, very careful not to touch the hardness, even though I'm aching to taste you. My fingers slide around your cock, never touching and around to your hips. I then notice that you were holding your breath and released it in a long, disappointed groan once you realized what I wasn't going to do.
I jump up from the bed, wipe what's left of the oil off my fingers and pour us each a glass of wine. I tell you to sit up and offer you the wine. I'm having a hard time standing because my legs are shaking so bad. I don't think I've ever wanted you as bad as I do right now.