We share a quiet time together… two new friends getting to know each other better and when I sense that you are physically a little tense and tired I offer you a shoulder and neck massage. “Come sit here in front of me,” I say as I move slightly closer to the sofa’s edge. You respond quickly and seat your self on the floor between my spread knees. You are wearing a simple, silky white blouse that is which is a favorite of mine from some photos I’ve seen and I note that it is loose fitting across the top of your shoulders. After you get settled I place my hands across the tops of both shoulders and my thumb tips meet right over your spine. I try to grip using the palms of my hands to avoid unintentional pinching and pain. The silky fabric glides nicely as I work across your shoulders in closer to the base of your neck and begin using my thumbs to stroke upwards on the muscles on either side of your spine. Gradually I abandon your shoulders and begin to comb through your hair with my splayed fingers. The action starts one handed low on your neck and then the other hand takes it place becoming a slow, soft, continuous motion. I flex my fingers some to intensify the massaging of your head and scalp. Gradually my finger tips reach around and massage your temples, forehead, and lightly … oh so lightly … caress your eyelids. Is that a purr I hear from you or just a soft sigh? As my hands and fingers retreat from your eyes, they linger a moment again on your forehead and temples before once again lightly massaging your scalp and head. As my hands and fingers take their starting places again, I realize that you have loosened a few buttons on your blouse and pushed the opening back some modestly revealing more skin across the tops of your shoulders. I pay a little more attention to your shoulders again, and this time, my long fingers gently flex their way across your upper chest and drift teasingly close to the gentle swell of your covered Ataşehir escort bayan breasts. Gradually, someway, somehow, my finger tips find their way under the fabric of your blouse and softly stroke your skin over the beginning of the rise of your breasts. My thumbs are hooked on your neck and prevent my hands from drifting lower still. One last thing I do is slowly stroke upwards from the top of your breast and across the front of your neck. Each finger tip lightly finds its own path multiple times to the underside of your chin and jaw. I soon am literally cradling your head in both hands as I lean over and gently place a kiss on the top of your head. “How was that…have you had enough?” I murmur in your ear “MMmmmmm….I’m about to…drift…off…sleep,” is your soft, sleepy reply. “Sit still while I fix these cushions on the floor and then you can stretch out for a back rub,” I say. I then line up the cushions in such a manner that there is a space between two….a space that you instinctively realize is a comfort zone for your breasts. As you are settling down on the cushions, I slip a small pillow under your pelvis and tummy area to help support the alignment of your spine. The effect also elevates and accentuates the curvature of your bottom. I ask for some body massage oil and you tell me where to find it. Returning to your side, I realize you have wisely finished unbuttoning your blouse and pulled it free from your skirt… but not removed it. With your tacit approval, I then carefully pull the blouse down your back till the collar is just even with your shoulder strapless bra … and the sleeves even with your elbows … leaving both of your arms by your sides. Even with this, you are all but asleep with a sweet smile on your face and a low, almost guttural mmmm sound. After putting a bit of oil in my hands, I literally start over by massaging the tops of your shoulders again Escort Ümraniye and work my way out to the joints. I’m also able to come down lower on your back to the shoulder blades. From there, I slowly and methodically work my way up your spine and out to one arm. Taking your upper arm in my hands, I gently begin a continuous palpation of the muscles…all the way out to your finger tips.… pausing only long enough to free your arm from your blouse sleeve. I carefully flex and pull on each finger and massage in between them and then firmly rub the thickness of your palms. Backtracking up your arm and across your shoulders, I give your other arm the same careful attention. Even though both of your arms are now free from the sleeves, I leave your blouse lying loosely spread over your lower torso. Your verbal responses to my comments have all but disappeared, your soft smile of contentment and subtle body language of approval have not. Replenishing my hands with oil…after laying your blouse aside…I now begin to glide my hands over the expanse of your lower back and slowly work my way upwards and outwards. My fingers are now reaching, stretching, lightly grasping your sides gently as they move up and down. You are hardly aware of the gentle movement as I release the clasp of your bra and lay the straps out. The length of your back is now totally revealed to me from your neck down to the low riding skirt waist. My finger tips lightly … carelessly even … caress the sides of your breasts almost reaching around enough through the space between the cushions to stroke your nipples. Because of the oil, my hands and fingers now glide effortlessly from your neck to the upper part of your sacrum. I can see a hint of a tan line through the oil’s sheen. Gradually, I’m able to rub any discomfort out of your back and I can feel your body soften and yield beneath my hands and fingertips. I marvel as a couple Bostancı escort of darker freckles seem to be trying to hide in the cleft of your spine…the oil just highlights these personal beauty marks in the dim light. While I’m covering your body with a lap blanket from the sofa, I lean over and murmur in your ear that I love your freckles and ask…”Are you satisfied yet?” “Mmm…I don’t think so.” “ ‘Mmmmmmm….I don’t think so’ you say. What do you want me to do next…feet, legs?” “If you don’t mind, the balls of my feet are sore…and my ankles, too. Just DON’T tickle!” is your answer and admonishment. You seem a little more alert now, and wiggle around just a little to resettle yourself on the cushions. As I pick up a foot, you bend your leg at the knee and slightly spread your legs as I bring the foot to my lap. I have to reposition myself to be kneeling more directly behind you…it will be easier on both of us. I don’t say anything, but I just casually remove your socks while trying hard to avoid any contact with your foot that might be ticklish. Ahhh…now I can grasp your foot in such a manner that my thumbs are on the thick ball of it and I begin to massage rather firmly. After several minutes of this I gradually ease the pressure and start to run my fingers between your toes and in the crease under them. I also lightly flex and tug gently on each toe. The murmur of your voice indicates approval of my touch. I replenish the oil on my hands and am gradually able to rub it into your skin. While in the process of oiling your foot, I’m able to massage your heel and gently flex your ankle. After laying the one foot aside, I pick up your other foot and while doing that you wiggle a bit more and spread your legs out a bit wider. I see to it that your second foot receives every bit the attention the first one did, but instead of stopping there, I continue the massage on down the calf of your leg to the back of your knee. I take my time doing this and try to use my thumb tips to chase away some muscle tension I feel. Eventually I have to move your legs further apart so that I can move myself closer behind you. You use this moment to wiggle a bit and resettle yourself and I help you rearrange the pillows under your lower torso.