The lights are off. The room is lit only by scented candles and the shimmering glow from the soft lights below the water of the hot tub. You’ve been soaking now for about 20 minutes, sipping the chilled white wine I’d set beside the tub for you. I get out before you and towel off, returning quickly with a thick, large heated terrycloth towel for you. I assist you from the tub and slowly begin to towel you dry, standing behind you that I might admire your reflection in the mirror behind the tub. As each inch of your skin is dried and becomes visible to me, I kiss it and pay further homage to your magnificent body. Your squared shoulders, firm breasts, small waist, round spherical buttocks, taut lean legs, slender tapered feet. Once dry I lead you into the master bedroom guiding you to my bed. Our lips meet for the first time, wet with desire for each other.


I set you on the bed and you move upwards where you can lie down and feel the coolness of the satin. The room is warmed by a fireplace at the foot of the bed, and the mutual passion of our bodies. I gently roll you onto your stomach, pull the pillow from your head that it might allow you to lie in a more straight comfortable position. Then, I begin.


I retrieve a small bowl of heated Sake` and begin to massage it slowly into your skin, base of your head, neck, shoulders, down each arm ever so slowly, letting the warmth of the alcohol and the tenderness of the massage excite your skin and nerve endings. After both arms have been massaged I start slowly down your back, over your spine, working out wards at each rib. As I arriver at your waist, past your ribcage I rub from the outside in toward your backbone. Kneading each side one at a time. I can feel your body relax under my administrations, hear your breathing deepen, telling me you are starting to become excited. I am now at your ass. I knead the muscles of each globe like bread dough, working the Sake` in. Then down one leg, your right, a hand on either side of your thigh. For just a brief moment I feel the moistness of your swollen labia against the palm of my hand, but know this isn’t the time. Down your leg, behind the knee, over the wonderfully sculpted calf I apply my caresses. Taking your foot in my hand I thoroughly massage each digit, one at a time. Finished with one leg, I assist you in rolling over on your back and beginning with the left leg. Again the foot and toes, again the calf, the knee, behind the knee, the thigh muscles. Each being taken care of one at a time. And, as before, I barely feel the moistness of your womanhood against the side of my hand as I pass up from your thighs to your stomach.