The night was hot and humid, the weather never changing, not hot or cold just one continuous sticky heat that makes your body sweat, giving the desire to swim naked in the sea or lie down on a bed with fans gently blowing over your body.
Looking down at your sweat glistening body, sleeping before me I decide that cooling down is the last thing that is going to happen tonight.
With a rustle of silk I kneel beside you touching the corner of the mattress with my fingertips hardly daring to touch your body. You are sleeping with only a sheet draped over your lower body.
Gently sliding my fingers to the edge of the sheet, I pull it slowly away and render your body naked.
Just gazing at your body starts the juices flowing between my thighs, my breasts aching, hungry for the touch of your fingers. You are not yet aroused, but even so your member still looks imposing.
Swallowing deeply I try to slow the burning desire welding up inside me. Leaning forward I slip the blindfold on to your sleeping face. You stir slightly so I softly whisper in your ear, "Just relax and let me pleasure you".
You nod and do not speak so I move away to open bottles of oils known for their sexual and aphrodisiac properties. Oil of Ylang-Ylang for sexual stimulation; vanilla with similar qualities; geranium for harmony and soothing. Finally I added the last potent ingredient, the oil of the lotus, reputedly the must irresistible aphrodisiac ever discovered.
Discarding my silk robe I coat my fingers in the warm oily elixir and slide my hands onto your chest, slowly I begin to work on each group of muscles in small circles, marking every feeling and muscle to memory. As my hands and fingers glide over your chest, thoughts run through my head giving me the urge to lower my hands and fondle your cock, however, I resist the temptation and continue with your upper torso. I wanted this night to last forever, to satisfy you completely and make you want me like never before.
The scent of the oil hardened my clit making it pout and swell, aching for the touch of your hand or mouth. For several endless minutes, I work dutifully on your upper body and thighs ignoring your manhood.
Suddenly a grunt turns my attention to gaze towards your groin, which is rising to stand to attention. The top swelling and weeping precum in a joyful resurrection. It seemed to be rearing up from your strong masculine loins, screaming for my touch.