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By Jayne Seagrave
A dark, rainy depressing afternoon in October, when the rest of their age cohort were seated in coffee bars, or writing emails, or complaining about their unexciting lives and increasingly boring partners, she was laying naked on her front in a hotel bedroom, on starch, white, crisp sheets, arms outstretched above her head, legs slightly apart, face to one side, eyes closed. Her partner’s warm, naked body astride her, his genitals - which she was only slightly aware of - resting above the bottom of her spine, his legs bent in the kneeling position. There was no conversation, but there was an intense communication.
He ran one finger lightly across her shoulder blades, as if following some imaginary dot-to-dot puzzle only he could see, guiding the finger along the top of her arm, along the forearm to her fingers then lifting his hips and stretching over her, he bent forward to kiss and lick her fingertips of both hands, one by one. No urgency, content in the knowledge that after many weeks apart, this act needed to be savoured to the full.
She half heartedly tried to turn over, but with a reassuring, yet firm hand on her back, he prevented this action, then lay down on top of her, his body reflecting exactly the contours of hers, and gently started to kiss her right ear as she felt his erection press into her. No resistance given. The inevitable acknowledged but delayed.
From this position he reached one hand out to retrieve the small bottle of oil, then slowly sat up adopting his previous kneeling posture, and repeated the action of erotically tracing the contours of her back with his index finger. She felt the slow trickle of warm oil as it ran down her spine, and then the sensation as his hands moved from the centre of her back down to her shoulders as he started to apply the oil to her torso and then along her arms to her hands.
The warm, sweet smelling, oil glided easily over her skin. No words spoken as the massage commenced. After a few minutes he turned around, still straggling her and applying oil to his hands and the small of her back, proceeded to apply the liquid down her legs to her ankles, being careful to avoid the feet which he knew, would not appreciate any attention. Paying particular attention to her inner thighs he was acutely aware of her increasing excitement, intuitively able to sense her mood, matching his as he touched her in the most sensual way. He then started to massage her buttocks, firm. intense, rhythmic movements as his fingers explored the line of her bottom, stopping just before the vagina was found. At this point she so wanted those fingers to enter her, having trouble resisting the urge to speed up the process.
She tried to turn over, and he moved allowing her to do this. This was the first occasion in over thirty minutes their eyes had met. Reaching up she placed her arms around his neck pulling his face to hers. The kissing, which generally initiates foreplay only now introduced to the seduction equation.
After a while he pulled away and sat back, starring down and studying her body and reaching for the oil, he poured a small amount onto her cleavage then started the process of rubbing the oil, with both hands, onto her breasts. Her eyes were closed, and he sensed the intense pleasure pushing through every pore of her skin as he gently, yet firmly caressed each breast and played with her nipples. This action caused her to arch her back and move towards him in an effort he knew demonstrated her commitment and obsession to him. He then guided the oil out along her arms and in so doing lay on top of her as the fluid was absorbed onto his chest and the two bodies melted into each others pleasure.
Jayne Seagrave is a BC Best selling Author. The ninth edition of her book Camping British Columbia, the Rockies and the Yukon was published by Heritage House in April 2023. Over 60,000 of her camping books have been sold. She also writes fiction, non-fiction, freelance articles and occasionally teaches writing and publishing.