The rustic cabin was perched upon the cliffs over looking the thunderous waves thrusting themselves onto the rocks below as we quietly slept. A glorious Sunday morning was about to begin. I awoke to the early light of a red, purple and orange sunrise emerging slowly from the deep blue sea. It’s warmth beginning to invade our tranquil bed. My lover was sleeping soundly, peacefully, and beautifully as I quietly slipped from our bed. She was so very beautiful, like sleeping beauty under a peaceful spell.
I made my way into the kitchen and quietly heated the bottle of baby oil making sure to stop the microwave before the cycle ended to avoid the sounding timer bell. I poured a few drops upon my skin to be assured that it was just warm enough to be comfortable. Testing it, as you would milk after warming it for a baby, after all she was “my baby”
After stealthily entering our bedchamber, careful not to awake my precious sleeping beauty, I lit 4 candles and our favorite incense (jasmine). I very slowly slipped back into our bed again very, very carefully across the satin sheets as not to awake my love. I softly slid up against her as she was sleeping on her side. We were in the spooning position, which was normal as we enjoyed the closeness as we cuddled each night, falling off to sleep with me cradling her in my arms.
After I was confident she was still in a deep sleep and her body accustomed to the feel and warmth of my nude body against hers, the melding of our flesh together, I reached for the warm bottle of oil I had placed under my pillow. I poured a warm puddle into the palm of my hand and sat the bottle on the lower shelf of the headboard, next to one of the candles now softly illuminating the room .I wanted to keep it in easy reach for I knew I would use it all this glorious morning.
I held my hand over her hip and slowly let the warm oil pour down onto to her sweet, soft flesh. I softly placed my open but trembling with anticipation hand down, feeling both the slippery warm oil and the smoothness on her skin. I knew I must be very, very patient in bringing us both to not only the place I wished us both to be but also for the level of our desires to be at it’s highest when we arrived there together as one. I began to very slowly message and spread it over her hip getting her sleeping body used to its warmth. And also used to my massaging touch as not to awake her. I poured more oil onto and thru my fingers so it would seep thru to her flesh but not taking the chance of waking her.
This summer was warm and we had fallen asleep after making passionate love only lying on the satin sheets the night before. This allowed me to see the glistening of the oil that covered her hip and inner thighs, reflecting the candles soft glow in the darkness.
As I massaged my way down between her legs softly, very patiently I reached the Edges of her beautiful pussy and poured more sensuous warm oil onto my fingers. The oils warmth spilled over them and onto her sweet shaven pussy making it even smoother.
