Effleurage & The Art Of Love

The stars above her head illuminated in the ceiling sky. She had laid there in this same spot many other nights drifting silently breathless, in and out of consciousness, as his strong and gentle hands swept along every inch of her willing body. Zowie gently rolled over ever so gently on to her small delicate belly. Her mind was now dancing as if the stars that she had just been gazing at were now in her head.

Blade’s hands glistened with a fine coat of Jasmine and Ylang Ylang oil that unknowing to him sent an erotic chill through her when she smelled it’s sweet fragrance. His hands with the sweet smelling aphrodisiac glided down the small of her back caressing over her hips and slowly to the crease of her legs. Thoughts were now swimming in her head that she knew were forbidden. The touch was so sensual, so pleasurable and it felt sinful. She wondered how something that felt so incredible, so free, could also feel so wrong and binding.

She knew he was important to her, not just some once a week appointment with ecstasy. She had to push her thoughts, her feelings down, Deep down, inside. This made her think and wonder what it would be like for Blade to be inside of her. Flesh against flesh. His hands were wonderful but teasing to the pleasures she knew he could give her.

She could hear his sporadic breathing. At times it seemed like he was holding his breath. She wondered if he were thinking her same thoughts, finding it difficult to hold back a panting desiring breath. This would be her dream and knew it could not be reality. There were many things at risk and she yearned for his large, sculptured chest to press against hers as his long golden locks fell down mixing into hers, unable to determine where his ended and hers began.

She wanted to be able to gaze into his deep hazel eyes and convey her deepest secrets and desires to him. She wanted to reach out and caress his face and delicately kiss his perfect lips. He always moved around her with grace, yet she wanted for him to expel on her his wild, uncontrollable manhood. Her body gently pulsed to his every movement against her body. She always got lost in his touch as if she were in a sea of warm water that embraced her body.

“Zowie,” “Zowie.”

She didn’t hear her name being called at first. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts, feelings, and desires. She was almost embarrassed hoping he couldn’t tell what thoughts had just been running through her mind just seconds ago. If he read minds, she’d definitely be in big trouble right now, or possibly enjoying her wildest fantasies, she thought.

“How are you feeling?” Blade spoke gently not wanting to immediately snap her back into reality.

“Oh Blade, as usual, I feel wonderful. You’re a life saver and I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t come here once a week.”

“Well, as always, it is my pleasure and it is wonderful seeing you. I’ll see you out front,” he nervously said with an uncomfortable look in his eye. She wondered.

Slowly, Zowie sat up and swung her legs over to the side of the table. A little groggy, her eyes scanned his wall as she’d done many times over the last couple years. Here were his accomplishments. She stepped down and walked over to the wall that proudly displayed his legal rights to practice the fine art of massage. He could definitely practice on her she thought. However her thoughts had been more impure than a mere simple massage.

As she speculated over her feelings, she slowly and carefully slipped on her panties over her nicely oiled hips. She placed her bra over her hard erect nipples that yearned for his moist mouth and caressing tongue, sucking gently and then gradually biting and pulling the nipple with his mouth. Snap out of it she thought, quickly intervening her thoughts. She quickly buttoned up her blouse and threw her sandals on. She didn’t want him to wait.

She reached down for her jewelry nervously looking over the collection. Hesitantly she picked up her ring and shoved it on her left hand ring finger. She knew that was the only way she’d get it to go on. It had once meant the beginning of everything to her and yet now it seemed to mean the ending of things for her. Most of all, her passion.

Placing her other jewelry on their designated places, she scooped up her checkbook and keys, looked up at the ceiling one more time at the store bought glow in the dark night sky that she loved so and then bounced out of the small massage room into the reception area to pay Blade for a job well done.

Blade was sitting behind the desk going over his appointment book. He heard his massage room door open and he watched Zowie flow out of the room. She seemed to flow everywhere she went, melting into life. He admired her strength and effervescent energy that lifted the spirits of people who encountered her.

She intrigued him and that scared him, along with a beauty that made him nervous that he may act inappropriately. He hoped she did not sense in his touch his thoughts. They had grown close as friends sharing their lives through their conversations each week. He was suppose to be a professional, yet he couldn’t help getting caught up in her essence.