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With .... her eyes covered, she had to rely on her other senses, so she was able to hear the click of the door as he turned the knob to enter. The sound of the door opening was like a quick intake of breath, almost identical to the one she let escape at the same time. She could tell that he was barefoot by his footsteps as he walked up to her and took her by her hand. He slid a hand around her waist and proceeded to guide her out of the bathroom. With one hand on her hip and the other in her hand, he led her into their bedroom, but they didn’t stop there. Out into the hallway he led her, their bare feet echoing off of the hardwood floor, a left turn which could be leading anywhere, maybe fifteen to twenty steps and pressure from his hands prompted her to stop. She could sense him sliding past her, letting one hand trail over her ass and across her stomach as he did so. The sound of another door opening and him moving back behind her, to resume guiding her.  Into the room they went, she was pretty sure it was a spare bedroom but she could not be positive. A few more steps and they stopped again. Pressure on one shoulder and the opposite hip told her that he wanted her to turn around, and she did. Then slight pressure on both hips moved her backwards for not even half a step before she felt something bump up against her bum. Her hands automatically moved back to the obstruction as he moved his hands around her waist to steady her. As she put her hands on what was behind her she found that it was quite warm and felt like a blanket, but solid. His hands moved up to her shoulders and he slid her bathrobe off of her. She could feel it bunch at her feet as he slid his hands down her body, bending down to pick it up. She could feel his breath on her as he came back up and leaned in to whisper in her ear, I want you to sit up on what is behind you, and don’t worry, I won’t let you fall. His hands moved back to her waist and he helped her hop up on the object behind her. As she sat on it, she found that it was not her imagination, it was quite comfortably warm, almost like an electric blanket, except they didn’t own one, that she know of. His hands moved down to her legs and with pressure on them, she could tell he wanted her to swing them onto the surface she was on, and she did. His hands moved up her body, slowly, up to her shoulders again, with one moving to her back. Pressure once again let her know she should lay down. Trusting him, she slowly let herself lay flat, and she found she was on some sort of padded table that was heated. They had talked about buying a massage table but it had not gotten past the talk about it stage. It did feel very nice, comfortable and heated to just the right temperature that she did not feel the least bit chilly. There was even an attachment and pillow for her head to rest on.  Laying flat on the table, the anticipation of what was to come was making her wet. As she moved her hand to touch herself, she felt his hand on the arm, stopping her motion and returning the arm to where it was. You have to lay there and not touch anything until I give you permission to, do you understand? Yes you whisper in response. She can feel him moving around her head and to her other side, pausing for a few seconds and then moving next to her. Roll over on your stomach he tells her, and she does. As she rolls over, he removes her head pillow so her face can sit comfortably in the headrest. She can feel him standing right next to her head and then his hands start massaging her shoulders, neck and back, using the massage oil he bought her this past Christmas. His fingers know all the spots that she loves. He takes his time, working the oil into her body, taking the time to go down her arms, down to the tips of her fingers, never lingering too long in any one area.  From her upper back, he moves to the small of her back, working that spot just above her ass that he know never fails to make her wiggle. Running his hands up her spine, then lightly down her sides is almost like torture sometimes, but an exquisite, pleasurable torture. He slowly slides her panties down over her ass so he can massage her bum, which is her favourite massage spot. He could touch her ass all day and it wouldn’t be enough! His fingers move all around her pussy and asshole, but aside from an occasional brush they continue to tease and tempt while kneading her ass. His hand slides under her hips for a second and makes her raises them for a second, and as they do, he slides her panties down her legs and then completely off. The next thing she feels is a light kiss on her ass which causes a low moan to escape her lips. Her legs now receive his attention as he continues working his way down her body, massaging, stroking, teasing, and exciting her. He would run his hands up her legs, coming closer and closer to her already wet pussy, but he would always stop just short of her lips, sometimes letting his hands part just before and slide by on either side of her. He worked her feet, kneading each foot, each toe in turn, and although she was usually quite ticklish down there, her heightened arousal would only let her focus on that, and not the tickling.  Time to roll over he says to her......  And time to stop for today. Tune in tomorrow for part four Drop in and visit my blog sometime, but you'll probably regret it  |
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mmmmmmmmmm lovely CWAZY. I will be waiting for more now ty hugssssssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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steaming hot today CWAZY.. mmmmmm lovely hugsssssssssssss V Become a blog watcher sweet_vm
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