Flicker of the aromatic candle, reflected in a thin stream of warm oil pouring onto and down her back pooling in the hollow at the small of her back. I gathered some of it in my palm and smoothed it over her voluptuous rear cheeks. It was as soft yet firm like a young breast. For a moment I was tempted to grab a marker pen & draw nipples on them.

I felt her butt tighten and the relax as the warm oil flowed into her natal cleft. I swept the oil over the back of her thigh and her toned calf and the sole of her foot. Her feet were big for her size and strong. I went to work paying attention to each toe, the fore foot and her heel. Working both feet symmetrically in each of my hands. Her breathing slowed and calmed with the comfort of a good foot massage. As I reached her calf, they were more relaxed and soft.

Starting with a feathery touch, I started on the sensitive erogenous spot at the back of the knee, the popliteal fossa, as I remembered from my anatomy classes. I could feel her popliteal pulse quicken in response as I increased the pressure. A subtle turn of the thighs invited me to go higher and I crept up the sides of both thighs, adding more, warm scented oil with a hint of lavender and tangerine. Her thighs relaxed and gently moved apart.

The candle light glinted on the pink petals of her sex, wet but not with the oil. Her buttocks were more than a handful and as I kneaded them, I could feel the strength of an active woman in her. A strength I recognised as that of a regular, serious swimmer. The thought of her in a bikini was very tantalising.

She moved her thighs subtly apart and the petals opened to reveal the arousal blush and wetness of her yoni. As I worked my fingers between her thighs, she tiled her hips up to invite me in.

I did not need oil to enter her yoni which was wet with desire. I sought and found the ridges of her G-spot. She confirmed it with a gasp and quickening breath. Gentle strokes, slowly mounting pressure had her respond with the rhythm of an impending climax. I slowed to take her to the edge & hold her there. Her impatience had her bucking her hips to work against my finger on her G-spot. The storm of pleasure broke over her. The poise and elegance of a bewitching lady, obliterated by the tsunami of primal joy.

As she calmed, she turned on to her back and threw her legs apart, her fingers working her bliss button. I relieved her hands with my lips and tongue. she ushered my hands to her bosom where I found the turgid nipples and alternatively pinched and caressed them.

Her pelvis began the hip hopping dance of love which rapidly increased in tempo to fall into the chaos and frenzy of an orgasm. As she quietened, I sensed her unfulfilled urgency and want.

She grabbed my hair (the little left of it) and pulled me up to her face and kissed me deep tasting the salt of her own delightful indulgence.

With a turn of her hips, she sheathed my rampant manhood. It felt like I arrived home and for a few minutes the stillness and warmth enveloped my whole self. Her sweet lips made love to my lips, my tongue and sucked my breath away.

The stillness was slowly dissolving as the drums of passion set to the triple time cadence of the Waltz of Eros got us moving. My mouth finding her nipples and for a few moments I was a babe in her arms tight around me.

The rhythm changed to the insistence of reggae speeding up to hard pounding of metal, to lose all order in the thrall of shared ecstasy. I collapsed on her and we held each other, insular and in a world of our own.

Slowly and surely, the world and life intrudes and insinuates between us. her job and family, my gig and the concert tonight. Languid, reluctant good byes and promises to meet again.

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