He takes a decanter of oil and pours a small portion onto my shoulders and back. The oil is warm and carries the faint scent of roses. With his large, strong hands, he begins to massage the oil into my skin. Heat from the oil penetrates my muscles and sends a current of pleasure drifting throughout my entire body. He works in an achingly slow and subtle fashion. He teases my sensitive skin every so often by leaning in close and letting his hair fall upon my shoulders and letting his warm breath tickle my neck.
Then, without warning, he picks me up out of the water and sets me down on the pool edge. He takes a rolled up fur that was hidden in the pile of soaps and lays it out. He gently coxes me to lie on my stomach on top of it. He takes some more oil and pours it onto my legs. He stands in the pool, with me at the edge, and works the oil into my calves, feet and thighs with incredible tenderness and patience. My entire body feels as though it is melting beneath his touch. He pours some more oil into his hands and begins to knead my buttocks. The warmth that has touched so much of my body begins to seep into my most womanly places.
After making sure he hasn’t missed an inch of skin on my back, he whispers for me to turn over. I roll onto my back and he does my arms and the front of my legs, taking care with my thighs never to stray to far up my body. Then, with infinite care he rubs his hands across my belly and under my breasts. My flesh yields to his touch as if he were the sun caressing me with its rays. He moves up and around my breasts, working the relaxing oil gently into the skin. He cups my breasts and gently pushes them up and down, towards and away from each other. He opens his hands wide then draws his fingers together, having them converge on my nipples. Over and over he does this, until I can feel myself getting moist.
He moves his hands down to my hips and slowly rubs the oil into them. By this time, he has raised his body out of the water and sits on the edge of the pool next to me. He takes the decanter of oil and pours the last of it out onto the hair in-between my legs. He caresses the oil into my mound and slowly, oh god, so very slowly moves down to the hood of my clitoris. My legs open almost on their own free will and he reaches his hand in-between them to caress the moist slit that lies there. He takes the same time and care there he took with the rest of my body. Waves of pleasure run through me. My eyes roll back and I moan with unrestrained pleasure.
After several minutes, he stops just as I am nearing a plateau and I beg him to continue. He takes a small dish that has been filled with water and dips a small sponge into it. He raises the sponge above my breasts and squeezes a drop of water out. I watch as the drop falls through the air and gasp as icy cold water lands directly atop my nipple. It feels as though a lightning bolt has struck me, as the pleasure races through my body. Another drop hits my other breast, and another intense jolt of sensation runs through me.
Then he dips the sponge into the water again, but this time holds it high above my womanhood. I brace myself for the inevitable. My entire body quakes with anticipation as he draws out the moment. Then, he squeezes, and a small trickle of water falls directly on my clitoris. My entire body convulses in a tremendous orgasm. I scream out as wave after wave of pleasure races through me. He quickly puts his head down between my legs and blows a warm stream of air onto my clit, prolonging the orgasm without even touching me. After the original intensity is gone, a feeling of warmth and relaxation slowly takes hold and I revel in it. I open my eyes to see him sitting beside me, a small smile on his face and his member fully erect.
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