"Lay down here and relax," I tell you, slightly pulling your arms to start your movement toward the soft rug under your feet.
You stretch out beside me, arms at your sides. I lean over and kiss your cheek and the side of your lips. Moving your hair from your shoulders, I reach for a small glass pitcher of scented oil, slightly heated by a candle flame.
Whispering in your ear, "Take yourself to a special place, a beach, or mountains, or a tropical island, anywhere you would like to be, where your mind could be free, your soul could dance and sing out loud."
I fill my palms with the oil and begin the smooth strokes along your shoulders and down your arms. Massaging deeply as I return to your arms and shoulders, kneading and rubbing your shoulders and the back of your neck, feeling your tension lifted. Tracing the curve of your shoulders down your back. As needed, I replace the oil that is making your skin glisten in the candlelight. You are a vision and I have to repeatedly stop to admire Gods handy work and marvel at the effort that must have been required to create such perfection. A soft sigh slips from your lips as the muscles begin to respond to my touch.
Still sitting at your side, I work my way down to the delicate bow of your lower back, just before it joins with the smooth round globes of your lovely ass. Here I start to pay special attention. As I stroke the smooth skin and squeezing your tight buns into my palms, ever so gently, firmly. Slightly spreading the cheeks of your ass, I abandon the oil and begin to use my tongue to slip along the line between your sweet cheeks. Teasing the skin between your ass and pussy. Slipping inside your ass with ease. You are so relaxed. A deep moan begins in your chest and slips past your lips as my tongue finds its mark.
But alas, this is not the goal of this valentine rub and my hands continue the journey down your legs. Massaging and rubbing the back of your thighs, again with the oil, as you like it.
I tickle the back of your knees and you jump slightly. Further down to your calves, here I find a challenge, so tight, so stiff. I begin to rub softly and slowly deepening the massage. Kneading and squeezing, rubbing and stroking, I can feel them begin to give in and loosen the grip they had on your comfort. You ankles, feet, and toes fall next. I whisper for you to roll onto your back and again to let yourself relax. Reaching behind you I remove the silk band that was blocking your vision, but in turn warn you, "Please, do not move, let me finish."