Finally...Friday...Another long week, and I thought Friday would never get here. After all of the classes, projects, obligations, and never forget, working full-time, the hour plus drive to my girlfriend's seemed to take forever. As I took the exit to her apartment, I knew that we needed a nice weekend, together, away from all of the pressures that had been tearing at us throughout the week. Glancing at my watch, I realized I would beat her back to her apartment, so I had some time...to get ready...
A stop at Blockbuster, a quick stop to get some wine, some supplies for dinner, and I think we should be all set. As I entered her apartment, the cat greets me, and I know that I feel at home. But time is fleeting, and I must get everything ready. I start dinner, chill the wine, and still wonder if either of us is going to be awake for long. I prepare a nice dinner, with a chilled Chardonnay, and turn off all the lights in the apartment. The cat keeps me company during this process, and by the time I see my girlfriend's car headlights appear, all is ready. The candles are lit throughout the apartment, Enya is playing throughout the rooms, and I have secretly set up the bedroom, but that is for later. I listen for her footsteps, as I stand inside the door, glass of wine in hand, ready for a quick hug and kiss, before I get dinner ready to serve, and she can make herself comfortable after her long day. The anticipation of seeing her has my heart beating even faster.
When she enters the apartment, her eyes attempt to adjust to the low light, but I can see her, backlit and beautiful. I hand her the wine, tell her to get comfortable, and that dinner will be served. I prepare everything, and by the time she returns, dinner is served. Enya begins "Book of Days" and I am ready to toast. "To us" and we touch glasses, and sip. Dinner is nice, light, and enjoyable. Quiet, with comfortable silence. As the dinner is ending, I tell her, I'll take care of putting everything away, and she should just go into the bedroom, and get ready for bed, "the less clothing the better!", and try as I might to hide it, she caught my impish smile...
When all is said and done, I enter the bedroom...All the candles throughout the apartment have been extinguished, and the only light is from the bedroom candles. It is warm, and as I enter the bedroom, I see my girlfriend. She is lying on her back, naked, on top of the covers, eyes closed, breathing deeply. Enya is on a continuous loop, and the entire setting is relaxing. It is no wonder that she is so relaxed and drifting in and out of consciousness.
As I silently disrobe, I reach to the nightstand, to my "prepared" surprises, and she stirs. "Roll over and lay on your stomach." She turns over, and I take the towel and the massage oil. Purposely, it has rested against one of the candles, and is warm. I pour the liquid over my hands, and rub it briskly. Not wanting the surprising cold of the oil, but rather the warming caress. As I begin rubbing the oil onto her shoulders, I hear her moan lightly into the pillow. What man can resist a physical reaction from such a sound?
As I continue to caress her back, I move lower, rubbing her buttocks, and massaging. Occasionally, I'll slip to the bottom of her cheeks, teasing, but never delving into that heat I try to ignore...for now. I continue down her thighs, her calves, and onto her feet. When this is done, I dry any excess oil with the soft towel, and nibble her earlobe...
"Turn over," I whisper, and she does...
