I was lying in a small room lighting carefully screened, his body wrapped in a soft terry towel tied loosely over my breasts. Music gentle and relaxing invited me to dream. I closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander.
A young woman came and introduced himself. She sat beside me and took my right hand, she gently exfoliation to apply a moisturizer ... "You have very soft hands," she said ... Her voice was air. His fingers brushed the little bump on my middle finger, visible sign of many hours spent writing ... "You write a lot?" I answered vaguely ... She was penetrating cream that gently perfumed the room with a perfume plant. Her slender fingers caressed my skin and I felt my own to relax under his able pressures. One moment, my fingers lost the indolence that suits this kind of situation to stroke his own ... It seemed so natural that I did not realized immediately what I was doing ... When I realized, I opened my eyes a bit worried the reaction of the young woman who was near me. She also closed her eyes and a nice smile on her little mouth heart. She offered my left hand treated equally attentive ...
I took advantage of his moment of Egarr to watch it. It was great. Taller than me, which is pretty rare. A reed, thin and delicate, yet it emanated from her such a force ... I looked long and slender body and imagine the feeling to curl up against mine ... His face was a perfect oval. Of porcelain on which two black lines were artfully drawn ... Her face and left to his thoughts, she offered me a show the softness of her skin that contrasted with long black lashes. They seemed to invite me more voluptuous thoughts ... I felt like at this point, I put my hand on his cheek, brushing his mouth ... To kiss ... I wanted to hear him moan ...
I closed my eyes again ... As if the watch could distract me and prevent me from fully enjoying the happiness of feeling her hands on my skin ... When she was finished with my hands, she stood behind me and took care of my face ... Her delicate fingers fluttered on my skin, sometimes caresses and light tickling, sometimes clever and relaxing pressure ... When she applied a cream perfume that reminded me of the ocean, his fingers did butterflies on my skin and I could not help but say it would be oh so nice to feel foraging and my flower .. .
I wet ...
His fingers brushed my lips with a bit of emphasis ... I felt like a kiss on the pulp caressed me ... His hands went down into my neck, my shoulders, my throat ... I surprised even want it unravels the towel and caress my breasts ... She leaned slightly toward me and I guessed, through her blouse, a very tiny chest ... She bent a little so that her hands roam my arms to my hands, and I felt, too short a second, the softness of her breast on my cheek ...
It was stronger than me, I sighed with happiness ... His eyes met mine, and a curious look crossed his spark ... Then she rose and walked slowly toward the door. She did not go away? Not like this ... I blamed myself for letting it pass my lips ... sigh
She put the lock and turned to me. The smile stretched his lips completed the ruin me ...
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