I like it. The loving strength of it, giving you a full body massage. There is a connection that runs like fire from your body to mine and back again as I traverse the muscled landscape of your form. I can feel you melting as I work each side and down the length of your back. Like unwinding a a bent coil of metal wire I straighten you out lengthen you, each ligament and meaty fiber.
There is no sense of desire there as I wander up and down the long legs or during the deft manipulation of each of those beautiful feet. It's like toying with sculpted marble carvings, only your feet are warm. I'm so proud of their beauty I want to show them off to strangers.
I advance to the arms. massaging each in turn till they release and lay limp with bliss on either side of your body. Having turned you over and working again the tops and side of all of you I tenderly touch your face and move down your belly.
I asked if you wanted a happy ending and you seemed delightfully surprised. I used a different oil then. Grapeseed oil. It is so light and slick you barely know its there. All sensation now tingling on your hardened cock I hear you suck your breath in as I pulse it. I find the combinations that seem to make your stomach muscles tense in rhythm and then lean over to kiss you, still pistoning your shaft in my hand.
I can feel that endless primal circuit now through our hot kiss, in the searching caress of your hand on my breast and along the line of arm to the quaking ivory staff.
You fountain. Contentment.
