Proverbial Woman, Chapter 3, Part 2

“I can sense His presence in everything I do…including the way I touch you. The breath of beauty that you are… it is. He who gives me the clarity to see you the way I do. In the likeness of a rose, the same light of spirit I see in my wife, in her eternal beauty. The kisses she comforts me with when I’m dreaming of her, I feel His presence.” 

Briefly pausing as he took a moment to wipe his hands, he then gradually peeled away the folded towel that he had placed over my backside. Placing it off to side as I lay totally exposed, he then reached into his bag to retrieve what appeared to be some special type of oil in a distinctive looking bottle.

“I’m switching oils now. This one is good for keeping your skin tight around this area.” He added, as he poured a small portion into his hand.

After a brief moment of applying to his palms by rubbing them together, he then commenced to slowly gliding his hands over my rear and thigh region. Gradually spanning out his fingers, he proceeded to work his thumbs back and forth over my cheeks. Kneading my flesh with the tenderness of a lover’s touch. With every swaying motion thinning the silky oil, it felt as if it was seducing my pores into opening and absorbing its tantalizing fragrance.

Once again captivated by his sincere manner of speaking, suspended somewhere between the gentleness of his touch, and the soothing sound of his voice confessing the poetic pain in his heart, I aimlessly found myself rapturously unraveling at the mercy of his therapeutic repertoire of undeniable affection.

After a few lasting seconds he proceeded down further and started giving more attention to my thigh region. Beginning with the areas behind my knees, then gradually proceeding upward. Slowly moving about, gently kneading tensed areas as if they were tears upon a saddened face, it felt as if my longings were suddenly being swept away under the tender motioning of a long awaited lover’s touch.

Rapturously lost in the moment, I suddenly felt a comforting feeling from his presence. Though not knowing at the time, I quietly sensed an emotional bridging spanning somewhere between fate and the persistence of a calling. A feeling that only a heart in need could identify with. A yearning that seemed suspended in time, waiting to be rescued from obscurity.

Gradually returning to a more conscious state, it seemed as if hours had passed. At this point I’m feeling like I’m in an inebriated state of euphoria. Momentarily closing my eyes in effort of vividly re-capturing the moments that just passed. As he slowly withdrew his hands, for a brief moment of delight I felt his fingers graze across my rear, as he reached over for the towel.

“Come…” he whispered, as he extended the towel out before me.

Emerging out of my self-imposed state of mental confusion, I slowly turned as I sat up. Feeling a bit light-headed, I momentarily paused before sliding off into the awaiting towel. Softly landing with my arms extending out, he tenderly slid it around me as I reached in and twisted the ends together.

“Are we finished?” I asked, somewhat disoriented.

“No. Sit…” he commanded. Placing the tips of his fingers upon my waist, guiding me back unto the table.   

Standing before me as he reached over and poured a different type of oil into his hand. After sitting the bottle down, he then turned around and reached for my arm. Stretching it out completely, once again he went into working his magic.

Starting with my hand, he proceeded to move in an upward motion. Deeply rubbing in areas where he felt the most resistance, he continued this technique until he reached my shoulder, before reaching over and doing the same with the other arm.

Still standing before me, in a rather un-expected turn of events, he started carefully studying the structural form of my face. After a few seconds he then took his hands and gently wrapped them around it. Then, with the tip of his fingers and thumbs, began massaging areas around my eyes and ears.

“Your symmetry is flawless,” he added.

“Its in my genes.”

“But you’re not wearing any,” he jokingly replied.

“Cute. You know exactly what I mean.” I answered.

“Yeah… Just trying to work in a little humor. If that is okay with you.” He added.

“Not that I wouldn’t mind having great symmetry in that particular area.”

“Who said you didn’t,” he whispered.

Umm…I felt myself falling under his spell all over again. Totally at ease within the confines of his outstretched hands, as I felt the lids of my eyes slowly descending, in a haste moment of escape my mind retreated to the shadows of those pleasurable moments I left on the table just minutes ago. Quietly drifting somewhere between his touch and the filtering of the moment, everything suddenly disappeared.

After what appear to have been ten to fifteen minutes at length, he then gradually withdrew his hands before saying, “Now would be a perfect time to go and take a quick shower.”

Feeling a bit disappointed at the sudden ending to a wonderful session, I sat there for a few seconds to gain total composure. Catching my breath and attaining focus, I lifted myself off the table and quickly walked over to bathroom.

I must have been in and out of there in less than five minutes. If I had to recall the steps I took to get there, I couldn’t remember. It was mostly a blur. All I knew was that I didn’t want him to leave without first setting up another appointment.

“Devin…” I called out as I re-entered the room.

“Yes. Let me guess, you want to set up another appointment,” he replied, with a smile upon his face.

“How soon can we make it happen?” I asked, as I stood there with water dripping from my body. Watching him move about, gathering his things.

“That depends on you,” he answered. As he turned and walked over with my drink in his hand, extending it out to me.

“Let’s say next Friday afternoon. I should be back in town a few days before then.”

“Okay. I can be here around 4:30. Will that work for you?” he asked, moving in closer.