A back rub is one thing, and a powerful, short, effective way or riding one’s body of tension, aches and pains. A sensual massage is long, slow and erotic, it involves a great deal of nudity and intimate touching.
Kandy gathered some oil for the massage, candles, and her favorite Barry White CD. She arranged the candles around the bedroom; put the oil in a warming dish made for it, and put the CD in the player.
She surveyed her handiwork, and winked, “Tonight’s the night, we lock the world outside the door, and I’ll take care of my baby.”
She fixed his favorite meal, and then went to greet him at the door, like she’d done a million times.
When he came through the door, and greeted her with a long passionate kiss, he could tell something was up; she was just too darn cheerful. His day, was long, hard, and hectic, and he didn’t want her giddy mood. He wondered if she’d got a new outfit, her hair done, or, he had forgotten an important date?
“What’s up doll?”
“Oh nothing, I just thought for once you’d like your meal ready when you go home. Besides, it gives us more quality time together.”
“Oh boy, did I forget something, you’re just too damn cheerful?”
“No, now cheer up, lighten up, relax a little, shall I get you a martini?”
“Sure, but then again, maybe not, I’m starved, I skipped lunch again.”
“John, what am I gonna do with you. Sit down, I’ll get you a plate.”
“Aww, you sweet angel, you are too good to me.”
All through the meal he wondered what she had on her mind, but just couldn’t figure out what. He helped clear the dishes, and then went to walk into the den to read the daily newspaper.
“Ah not so fast buster, I need you to turn off your cell phone and put it on your desk, as tonight is our night, and there will be no interruptions. Then meet me in the bedroom.”
He frowned, but decided he’d better do what the little lady said, as he has been neglecting her too much lately. Why she put up with him, he’ll never know.
When he got to the bedroom, the lights were dim; there were candles everywhere, and Barry White, serenading them. He half expected her to meet him wearing that blue teddy or el natural.
She didn’t. She just walked over to him, leaned into him, placed her arms around his neck, and brought her lips down on his.
Before he could say anything she spoke. “John, tonight it’s her turn to give you a sensual massage.”
He was about to protest and have her do it another night, because he was exhausted, but she was already unbuttoning his shirt. She pulled it out of his pants, and eased it from his shoulders, and wrists.
Her soft fingers lingered on his biceps, which flexed beneath her touch. She told him to kick off his shoes, and helped him remove his pants. There he stood in only his underwear, and socks.
“Now darling, lie down on your stomach, it’s my turn to make you feel better. “
She straddled his hips, distributing her weight evenly so it wouldn’t cause him any discomfort. She leaned forward, brought her lips down on his right shoulder, kissed it softly, and then moved to the other. Following that, she began stroking, and kneading the tension out of his muscles. Starting at the base of his neck, her thumbs inched their way down his back, and shoulders.
He surrendered to her touch, and let out a sigh.
She massaged his back for a good half hour, then leaned down, and purred in his ear, "Turn over sweetheart."
He turned over. She moved up next to his face, and placed a knee on each side of it, and looked down at him.
“Close your eyes."
With her thumbs against the center of his forehead, she made little circles in rows from just above his eyebrows to the top of his forehead. From there she stroked the area between his eyes, easing out the deep furrows. Next she did his temples, moving with a feathery touch, to his ears, jaw, and his neck.
Kandy felt him go limp, as a wet noodle under her fingers. She smiled, leaned down, and kissed him hard.
He opened his eyes, and kissed her back passionately. Afterwards, he reached up, and brought her hands to his mouth. He tenderly kissed each knuckle one at a time, uncurling the fingers until the palms were pressed against hip lips.
She observed his cock hardening in his shorts.
“Mmm, you’d better stop that, or I might forget the massage, and ravage that hot body of yours.”
“What if I want you too,” he growled, as his pupils dilated.