I had asked you to shower, for I had a surprise in store. You obliged, and after, with your hair up loosely, you stepped into the silk robe and across to the bedroom.
Candles offered a low, scented light to the room. You glanced at the bed, the topsheet was burgundy. Laid out in the formation of a cross were thick, soft, white towels, arranged with the arms of the cross nearer the foot of the bed. You were about to remark on this layout when you felt me step in and embrace you from behind. I was already naked and my hardness began to grow up against you, you reached your hand back but I caught your arm and whispered 'Wait'.
Still behind you, I untied your robe and let it slip from your shoulders, and began to place tender kisses around the nape of your neck, and my fingertips pulled gently at your nipples, drawing them forward as you closed our eyes and felt your pussy begin to flood.
I pushed you gently towards the bed and asked that you lie on your front, on the towels. I centred your hips just above the arms of the cross and told you to relax and close your eyes. I knelt nearby and you could feel my heat through the warmth of the room, you heard a soft click, like the sound of a clasp or a bottle top, you heard my hands rubbing together. I placed my warm hands on your shoulders and began to rub a lovely, mildly scented oil, or cream (you couldn't quite tell yet) into your skin, slowly tracing and caressing tension away. Pausing from time to time to add the substance, I rubbed your back, the entire length of your arms in turn, fingertips and wrists, shoulders, and moved lower to rub your thighs and hips, your pussy twitched as I began to caress your inner thighs and buttocks, the backs of your knees and your calves, your heels and toes.