| It was the day your back was bothering you more than usual.
The horseback riding I suspect and you lay, face down on the blanket, to
give your muscles a chance to rest. Iremember coming out of the ocean,
feeling both refreshed and stimulated by the near magical water, with multiple,
glistening tiny drops still clinging to me as if to say "take us with you"
until they'd lose their strength under the demanding sun and let go, dripping,
dropping away from me only to be lost in the silky sand which squeaked
beneath my feet. As I approached you, you sighed and I could tell
you were trembling upon the edge of peaceful sleep.
Taking a sip of the slushy pina coladas,
I knelt beside you.
The sun was doing its best to massage your
back but I knew you needed more. I leaned down toward the curve which
dips in the small of your back and slowly allowed two drops of the icy
concoction to fall from my mouth onto your radiating skin; one drop into
each of the two dimples which flank each side of your spine and sit just
above where your two sloping and voluptuous curves begin. You
jumped...before you smiled, as I unclasped the back of your bathing suit
top.
"We can't have any lines now can we my dear?"
I whispered in your ear then tenderly placed my lips upon the nape of your
neck. Oh how I easily could have become lost in kissing you, but
I resisted; it was your back that needed attention... for now.
I sat upon you, on top of your two lovely
round pillows, the inside of my knees squeezing your hips, my feet tucked
tightly against the outside of your thighs. And for a moment, I once
again felt I was sitting upon a steed, and I must admit that the thought
of you taking me for a ride did pleasantly pass through my mind.
Once again I am embarrassed at my selfish and evil thoughts, but oh, how
evil can be such fun at times.
"Not now," I had to scold myself, refocusing
on the task at hand.
The slippery coconut oil smelled so wonderfully
sweet as I squirted it on your back, drawing the shape of a heart.
Your body stirred beneath me as my hands eagerly began to palpate your
skin: pressing down hard with my palms, applying the full weight of my
body, now pulling the muscles apart, then squeezing them together, varying
intensity of touch, stimulating the muscles, then relaxing them, running
my thumbs down the length of your spine, giving each nebula in the center
of your back its due attention, then my nails, scratching circles, patterns,
writing love letters across your back.
But you would not relax. You groaned.
You moaned. You sighed. Your hips began to dance beneath me.
Your breathing increased. And finally you spoke.
"I want to turn over," you whispered, pleading.
How silly you are, my sultry seductress, as if you needed to beg.
Oh dear! Look at the time! I
fear I shall be late for work again. If daydreams of you continue
to pleasantly haunt me, soon I shall have no job and endless hours to write
lengthy letters to you my sweet. I'm off and will drop this in the
mail to you. Be well until I can be with you to insure it.
All my affection,
O. |
