â\”Love dwells not ¦ Part 2 of 4

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Helen and I had always spent a lot of our time together talking about real life: hopes, fears, plans “ and likes and dislikes in bed. If I have one attribute, it is that I listen to people when they bare their souls ¦ and I remember. During the years of our friendship, Helen had unwittingly told me how to seduce her; I planned to follow her instructions .

Helen stretched out on her stomach, wiggling her butt as if to dare me to go on. I just reached for the bottle of oil. I wasn’t going to spread a drop of sunburn lotion on her; instead, I planned to use light, edible oil that my husband and I often used. She’d soon find out what fun things we kept tucked around our bed. That smart look on her face was going to be replaced by one of desire ¦ and that ass would be squirming for another reason before I was finished.

I knelt by her side on the bed, warming the oil between my hands. Her fair skin was a little pink from the sun, but not too badly burned for what I had in mind. Starting high on her neck, underneath her short, silky hair, I touched her with just the tips of my fingers, gently working the oil into her neck. As she relaxed, I broadened my strokes, working my hands out along her shoulders and returning them to her spine in a circular motion.

I took my time, sliding my hands down her back barely half an inch at a time. Helen “ and other women friends “ had often complained that when men offered back rubs, what they were really offering was a two-minute, ham-fisted rub down that was supposed to substitute for foreplay. Helen would get better than that from me.

As I worked my way down Helen’s back, I kept my touch somewhere between a friend’s touch and a lover’s caress. I wanted her relaxed, but not so comfortable that she fell asleep. My plan was to reveal my desire gradually, hoping that she would reciprocate.

Reaching the base of her spine, I placed both of my hands on one of hers, caressing each finger and the valley between them. I spread lotion up her arm, stopping to stroke the sensitive skin on the inside of her elbow. When she sighed, I moved my hands up her arm to her shoulder, and then across her back to her other side.

When I leaned across her body to massage her left arm, I let the ends of my hair tickle her back, butt and the tops of her thighs, while I stroked down to her fingertips. I reached to the head of the bed to get the oil bottle “ along with a surprise or two. My bare breasts grazed her back, but she said nothing.

“Move to your right. Leaning over you is killing my back.

Helen slid to the middle of the bed. “That lotion feels nice. What is it?

“Something new. It’s supposed to be good for your skin, especially if you’re out in the sun a lot. Once she was in position, I tried to project a matter-of-fact tone. “Spread your legs. I’ll be more comfortable if I can kneel between them.

Helen didn’t hesitate to obey; I wasn’t sure why. Was she encouraging me? Did she remember that this started with her teasing me about my sexual interest in her? I had not forgotten.

Years of dancing had beautifully sculpted Helen’s legs and ass; I so wanted to get my hands on them. While I warmed more oil, I considered how I would touch and please her. The throbbing between my legs reminded me that this was my pleasure, too. I was light-headed with anticipation.

I took up the massage where I had left off “ at Helen’s lower back. I stroked down with both hands, spreading oil across her lightly-pinked cheeks to the tops of her thighs. I had known from our nude sunbathing that Helen shaved between her legs. What I had not realized was how far back she shaved. Back to front, she was as bare and smooth as I was “ lovely to touch, and very sensitive.

I worked on Helen’s ass for a while “ not grabbing, not kneading “ but gently, stroking her sensitive skin until she moaned. I moved my hands down then, rubbing oil into the backs of her thighs and knees, sliding back so that I could reach her calves and feet. I tried “ truly “ but I couldn’t resist a taste.

I bent down and brushed my lips across the back of her knee. My tongue explored that crevasse. I turned to her other knee, intending to do the same, but once there I couldn’t resist lightly grazing her skin with my teeth.

“What the ¦? Helen’s voice sounded thick; I hoped it was with arousal.

“This oil is supposed to be edible. I just wondered what it tasted like. And I wanted a taste of you.

I kept going, replenishing the oil and working it in to her calves and feet. Finished with her toes, I started back up her legs. Only this time, my touch “ long, tantalizing strokes “ was meant to arouse. I stroked up her legs to the soft skin of her inner thighs.

Keeping my hands on her, I shifted forward a bit. “Sorry, just trying to get comfortable.

to be continued…

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