â\”Love dwells not ¦ Part 2 of 4
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…