You were obviously distracted and tired when you knocked at my door. I wondered why you were here……after all, you normally arrived excited, ready, wanting me with my clothes off before we had even spoken.
You pushed past me into the room, pacing from one side to the other as if you were looking for something.
"Would you like a drink?" I said.
You glanced at me with a look that said, "Don't be stupid!" and continued to pace around fretfully.
I considered you for a moment and then walked through to the bedroom. I took a towel out of the cupboard and spread it over the bed. The patchouli scented massage oil, I placed near a lighted oil burner to warm gently and I readied a supply of towels in the adjoining bathroom.
You didn't say anything when I returned so I took your hand and drew you through into the bedroom…the lights were low, curtains drawn and the scent of the warming oil wafted through the room.
Placing my finger to your lips, indicating that I didn't want you to speak, I quickly began to divest you of your clothing. As each piece came off, you relaxed against me.
When you were naked, I led you to the bed. You lay face down with a sigh……
"What are you up to?" you queried.
"Shsh! Just lie still and let me work some magic on those tired muscles of yours."
I placed a towel across you buttocks and legs to keep you warm and began work. Kneeling beside you, I poured some of the warmed oil onto you back and shoulders then began to knead the stress away.
I felt you soften as the rhythmic stroking of your skin soothed whatever it was that was eating away at you. My fingers sought and found the knotted muscles at the base of your spine; you shifted a little as I worked over your buttocks and onto the upper thighs.
"Mmmmm ….that feels good."
"Be still and quiet…..just let me manipulate some pressure points to release all that negative energy you have stored up." I used my thumbs to apply firm pressure to the points down your spine and across your hips.
Unthinkingly, I leaned in and rotated my elbow into the point that stimulates sexual response. You shuddered and shifted uncomfortably again.
I drew back and looked at you lying there. Why were you here? You hadn't said you needed to see me. You always gave me warning that you were coming so I could make myself ready for you.
I needed you as much as you needed me…….for sex. Not for comfort. Not for the things a wife usually offers her husband but for pure unadulterated pleasure. We could best be described as offering each other a mutual masturbation service.
