I wonder if she still remembers our first encounter. The room had walls as warm as her breath and a relaxing aura to it. Her soft sensational smile was even more reassuring. I knew right there and then that I wanted her to explore my inner-most desires. Some will call me greedy for wanting more. But how could I not be when her hands on my body felt like small fanciful clouds.
With the corner of my eye, I noticed her loosening the hooks of her dress. There was a certain wild civility to how she carried herself. Underneath the figure-hugging dress was a body chiseled to perfection. She was smooth-skined and a marvel to look at. When she finally spoke, her mouth opened amorously and asked me to relax and take a deep breath.
Clearly, I was in for the ride of my life. Her lithe arms felt like fire when she started to spread the sensual massage oils on my back. I could smell her hair whenever she reached out to loosen up my broad shoulders. Her hair smelled of the South. An aromatic sandalwood fragrance that I had gotten accastomed to during my visits to Hong Kong.
I cannot forget her ecstatic caress that made my whole body throb. Burning the coals of all my old desires. She rubbed her whole body on mine putting me in a frenzied delight. The symphony of our breathing was just as pleasurable. Coupled with her slow audible groan that was so erotic and slow. I was immersed in the moment with every grasp of my body that she took. My surrounding world momentarily came to a stand-still.
I was not just flying in my own world, but soaring so high. She swayed her wide hips in a tantric manner suggesting there was still more to come. You could tell she was a masseuse at the top of her game. In a quick move, her full body was lying atop mine. I could feel her heart beating rapidly against my chest.
