This week was so crazy stressful I've done nothing but work, mainline coffee, and have my thoughts invaded by a recurring fantasy about giving you a full body massage. I guess my brain keeps trying to hijack me to my happy place.
I'd light some candles and lay some fluffy bath sheets on the bed, help you undress...once you're naked you lie face down on the sheets your head on a pillow and close your eyes...
Some would have soft music playing, but I wouldn't...I want to hear any sigh or moan that escapes your lips and I want to hear the sound of my oiled hands on your skin. I want to hear the changes in your breathing.
If you wanted a scented oil I'd use whatever you'd enjoy. But unless you really want it I'd go with unscented because I love the smell of your skin, I'd hate to mask that. That perceptible only on a subconscious level of the change is our natural scents based on our state of arousal is fascinating to me. That's probably why I want to bury my face in your neck, your chest, your hair...breathe you in.
That's where I'd start...with your hair. While my hands are still dry I'd stand behind you and give you a slow scalp massage. Effleurage, slow circles with the tips of my fingers, varying degrees of pressure covering every inch of your scalp from your hairline to the bottom of your occiput, my hands in your soft hair. Rub your temples, paying special attention to behind your ears...then tracing your ears with my fingertips, massaging them...cupping them in my hands...whispering into one ear how handsome you are and how much I love your body... and into the other to ask you relax and focus on nothing except what you're feeling. More effleurage and some gentle scratching on your scalp before I move to your neck and shoulders...
I'd warm the oil and test it on my inner arm to make sure it's the perfect temp...drizzle it on your shoulders and upper back between your shoulder blades...as always starting with effleurage to warm up your skin and gets you used to my touch...running my fingers over your muscles feeling where you have tightness and tension ...same to your scapula...massaging more firmly from your shoulders... outside of your upper arms...neck and back working all the tension out for you.
I'm completely focused on you, your body, your responses...make me so happy.
Moving down to your mid back...effleurage, firmer pressure...I wonder if you can feel in my touch how much I want you. How much I love touching you. I'm not being overtly sexual but my attraction for you is obvious in how deliberate my attention is.
Now to your lower back and hips...the lower back is where many people hold emotional stress and I can feel how tight you are. I rewarm the oil and work the muscles of your lower back until they're loose - with my finger tips, palm, side of my fist...increasing pressure slowly so I can work deeper into your muscles without pain... and you feel a release of tension you didn't even know you had...
I drizzle more oil across the whole of your back and lightly coat your skin so when I place two fingers of each hand two inches on either side of your spine and with fairly firm pressure run in fluid smooth movements from the base of your spine the top...moving more quickly with each pass.
In acupressure two inches from either side of your spine is your sexual pressure point. Stimulating these pathways is supposed to awaken arousal and increase sexual response. Granted, we don't need assistance in this area, but I'd love to test the theory.
I'd love to test any theory that requires me to touch your naked body.
I wonder if you'd be completely relaxed at this point...possibly drifting off to sleep...or if you'd just be enjoying it as a non-sexual massage, as if you were getting a sports massage at the gym...or if you'd be enjoying the relaxing aspect with an undercurrent of arousal...staying focused on what I'm doing yet unable to keep yourself from anticipating what I might do when I get to the more intimate parts of your body. If maybe when I get there I'd touch you in ways no clinical massage therapist would dare without risking their license.
I think about that so often. Not that I'm not aching for you to touch me, because I am. But I love the idea of both of us being solely focused on whatever part of your body I'm touching at the moment ...incredibly concentrated attention. This is all about you...
I believe I was working my way down from your lower back...I warmed the oil again. As you feel it land on the skin across your ass...running down the sides of your hips, to the tops of your thighs...between the cheeks of your ass running down to the back of your balls...
You don't say anything but I can feel an almost imperceptible clenching and your breathing slightly more shallow. I don't ever want to make you uncomfortable so keep my hands on the sides of your hips and ask if you're okay ...if you want me to stop? You say "don't stop" with a catch in your voice that I know means you're feeling more than just relaxed. I start massaging the sides of your hips before moving to your lower back and revisiting that for a few strokes before lightly running my fingers over your ass. Lightly at first with just my fingertips, gradually more pressure and you start to relax as I massage more firmly, both of my hands grabbing your ass firmly, methodically, rising up a little in response...changing my touch I take my left hand and lightly run my nails over each cheek leaving not one inch of skin neglected...you gasp sharply as you feel the fingers on my right hand lightly massing the dripped oil into your balls. Your skin soaking up the oil as it had elsewhere but the feelings aren't as relaxing ...it's hard to be relaxed with jolts of pleasure from my slippery fingers gliding over your balls and now incredibly sensitive ass. As electricity running from my fingers through your skin...even though I haven't touched and can't even reach your cock you can feel referred pleasure rushing through it as you start to harden.
