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cheekbones. The way
his shirt clung to his chest. She already wanted him.
“ Hello Annie. I’ve been expecting you. Come in, please.” His
voice was soft and low; warm and friendly but reserved.
She
smiled and stepped into the hallway, already blushing. Relax , she ordered
herself. His angular jaw was lined with four o’clock shadow and his
eyes were dark brown; almost black as they looked at her. He
pointed to a room at the end of the hallway, and she thought of his
warm hands on her.
“ Five minutes, OK?” He guided her into the room with his hand
on her back and left her to undress. She stopped a moment, suddenly
unnerved that her plan had become a reality. She felt a flash of
doubt at the morality of it, followed by a blend of arousal and
guilt as she peeled off her dress and lay on the table. She was
exposed in just her panties under a white towel, waiting for a
stranger to touch her. My mother would not
approve , she told herself wryly, and the
thought only encouraged her.
She heard the shake of
a bottle and curled her toes. He stood at the side of the table,
with only his waist and crotch within her line of vision. The scent
of his musky, amber cologne hung in the room, blended with the
floral citrus scent of massage oil. She closed her eyes and felt
another pang of guilt as she realized she was already wet from his
sudden proximity. His hands were warm, slow, and sure of
themselves. He moved in firm, fluid strokes over her back and
shoulders, slowly teasing out the tension of travel. His long
fingers moved along her neck, digging lightly and moving in short,
circular movements. He worked over every crease and tired muscle
until she felt limp and serene with relief. His fingertips kneaded
between her neck and shoulders, brushing the top of her breasts as
they reached under and swept over the skin of her chest.
“ Is
this OK, Annie?” He asked in a lilt, brushing his hands over her
lower back and digging his palm into the muscles along her spine.
She liked the way he pronounced her name, soft and drawn out. “Yes,
it’s perfect, thank you.”
She stole another
glance at the part of him within her line of vision. Black pants
that sat low on his hips and a fitted shirt that lay flat over his
toned stomach. Tan skin under rolled cuffs, as his fingers worked
deeper into her waist. He lifted her arms to lie parallel to her
head, and began to work his way up the side of her torso, sweeping
the sides of her breasts. She let out a sigh and immediately
blushed, knowing it revealed how much she was enjoying his touch.
He laughed softly and suggestively. His touch grew lighter, slower,
and her spine tingled. He brushed her breasts once more...testing,
perhaps. She sighed again; a subtle but notable answer to his
query.
As she glanced at him
she swore he was hard, but he moved too fast for her to be sure. He
lowered his hands to the top of her thighs, and began to work in
firm strokes, edging toward the seam of her underwear beneath the
towel. As his fingers swept deeper between her thighs, she spread
slightly, and his movement slowed. His caress ignited her, and she
suddenly felt bolder as the desire to be touched further loosened
her reserve.
“ It’s a pleasure to touch you, Annie…” His voice was low, and
his words left him with a subtle sigh. “But I think you want more
today, no?”
She
nodded, too gripped by his suggestion and the glide of his hands to
find words. He responded by slowly peeling off her underwear,
leaving the towel in place. She was more exposed, more vulnerable.
She ached for him, and wanted to raise her hips to him as he moved
under the towel. His hands were firm on her ass and inched down
between the tops of her legs. She widened her legs and felt his
fingers find her. They rotated over her lightly, teasing. As a moan
escaped her lips he slipped his finger inside, and a wave of
pleasure weakened the last of her self-consciousness. He continued
to
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