The oil was warming in a bowl of hot water. I was especially proud of the oil. I had blended it myself – vitamin E oil in which I had steeped vanilla beans and added an eyedropper of ylang-ylang. The two foam mats were laid side by side on the floor, making a double bed, and the sheet was spread over them.

The room was my studio, wooden floors, stained glass windows and a bookshelf containing Japanese pillow books and a small stereo. There were Persian Prints on the wall.

All was ready.

The doorbell rang.

Gathering my robe around me, I went to the front door. It was Carrie, long black hair across her shoulders. Her smile when she saw me was quick and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

“Am I early?” she asked.

“Nah, “ I replied. “I’ve just finished setting the space up. Come on in.” I opened the door wide and she passed me into the hallway, her perfume just noticeable beneath the sense of fresh air that she brought with her through the entrance.

“Same place?”

“Yup. Just go on through.” I said.

She walked down the hall and into the studio. As she reached the door she glanced back over her shoulder with a little grin.

“I’ve been waiting for this all week.” she said and her grin became wider.

I followed her into the room and closed the door. I went to the stereo and put my favourite sensual CD on the player, Ancient Egypt by Ali Jihad Racy. It had originally been commissioned for the King Tut Exhibition and is gentle and ethereal, allowing one to drift.

Carrie began to undress. Of all the beautiful sights in the world, a woman undressing is the most magnificent. Each time is like the very first.

She pulled her T-shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor. She wore no bra – she needed none. Her breasts were high, yet full, and she carried them with comfort. Each brown nipple stood erect, as if the air was cool.

She sat on a chair and pulled off her jeans. She wore simple cotton panties, which, standing, she removed, one leg at a time. Her black pubic bush was thick and large and seldom trimmed. It started several inches below her navel and almost reached her hips at the top corners before narrowing over her pubic mound, shielding her pussy beneath its tangled thicket.

She lay on her stomach on the mats and waited quietly.

I removed my robe. I was naked and my cock was half-tumescent in anticipation of what lay ahead.

I walked over to the table and picked up the now warm bottle of massage oil. Sitting on the mat beside Carrie, I began to drizzle just a little on to her dancer’s back, soft and supple, but muscular and strong.

Placing the bottle on the floor, I began to work the oil into her back. The nice thing about vitamin E oil is that if you use too much, the excess is absorbed into the skin, leaving a film smooth enough to avoid snags and yet fine enough to allow skin on skin friction, creating warmth.

I began at the back of Carrie’s neck. Her hair was spread in front of her leaving the nape exposed. Gently, I worked at the cords of muscle on either side and into the little canyon at the base of the skull. This was not the time for real neck work, however, and I moved to her shoulders and mid back. The oil began to emit its warm fragrance.

“Oooomph!” she sighed.