A Lick of Paradise

My back was aching; shoulders tense. I needed a rubdown; a strong pair of hands kneading away all my stress and anxiety through touch and oils. I called my masseuse, a tall sexy dark chocolate man who works out and trains for the fun of it but makes house calls for sore muscles for pay. I called him and within an hour, he was at my door; portable massage table over his shoulder and a backpack carrying his essential oils, candles, table sheets and music. Once the ambiance was set in my living room, we sat down for a few minutes and chilled. We shared a couple drinks and caught up on each other's lives. He was my masseuse but he was also my friend. Besides, I enjoyed looking at his tall muscular physique.

I pulled off my t-shirt and sat on his table, exposed as a brand new baby. I slid between the sheets, placed my head facedown in the headrest, took a deep breath and prepared for heaven. He poured KamaSutra healing massage oil on his hands and began rubbing my shoulders down; focusing on pressure points all the way down my spine. His fingers were magic; had me mesmerized and relaxed from the first touch. As his hands slid firmly across my back, my body melted away. I felt a pulse down below; the beat of my life source.

My yoni was waking up.

He stepped to the opposite end of the table, standing in front of my feet and continued to work on the back of my legs. After pouring oil, he firmly massaged from the balls of my feet all the way up to my holy grail, fingers slightly slipping into quick-forming moisture. He massaged my ass, spit shining it with oil and as he spread my cheeks apart, he gazed at my pussy slowly creating its own juices. His hands moved up and down my legs one at a time and then together; eliminating the tightness in my calves, releasing knots in my thighs and ass. My body was as heated as an over-loaded furnace. Each time he slid his hands up to my ass and spread my cheeks, he saw my pussy pulsate with pleasure. His oiled up fingers skated into puddles of wetness, trickling from me on to the dark sheet I laid on.

He told me to turn over and I obliged, faced yoni up. He started back with my toes, pulling each one and gradually proceeded up my shin. He massaged each one as I lay with my eyes closed; deep breathing, nice and slow. He bent my legs so that my heels were touching knees pointed out; almost sitting Indian style while lying down. He had a perfect view of my wide-open Brazilian waxed throbbing pussy. I felt his body sink down near me and then his lips were on my lower lips, savoring each drop of juice he had created while rubbing me down. His tongue massaged my clit for the next thirty minutes; teasing, tasting, sucking, licking. My body twitched with orgasm until I was totally drained and exhausted. He continued to rub my thighs while his head dipped in between the mountains, satisfying his thirst at my river of living waters. His hands released tension while his tongue released orgasm. He put each solitary inch of my body to rest.

My body was spent, glistening and wet when he raised his head from pussy adulation.

He sat up and continued with my massage; gently rubbing lavender scented oil along my stomach and breasts, teasing hardened nipples. He walked from side to side of the table, taking each of my arms in his hands, lessening the strain in each muscle. My eyes still closed, I imagined these last few moments as one very soothing description of paradise.

He stood behind my head and concluded his massage back at my shoulders again. Giving his last final digs into the knots residing there, he pressed down on those points and moved his hands around to my temples and down the side of my neck.

He reached down and grabbed my breasts one last time and covered my body with the sheet. My heaven was over.

I had not expected. I had not asked. I had desperately needed.