She stretched out beside him, her long blonde hair cascading along her back, her legs stretched in a relaxed mode. It had been a long day and she needed some loving. Her soft feminine eyes gazed pleadingly into his, anticipating the gentleness of his touch, the caress of his fingertips, the soothing smoothness of his voice. Her whole being shook with the fervency of her need. Her breath came in excited bursts.

As she had foreseen, those comforting hands were soon kneading the tensions from her burdened shoulders, pleading for the soreness to leave tired muscles. She pressed against him to deepen the massage he was giving her. A smile of contentment elongated her mouth as she rolled on to her back, her feet stretched gloriously outward. She was indeed a picture of pure heavenly bliss.

His fingers kept moving, now exploring, then caressing, now fondling, then petting, tracing figure eights and sixes along the contour of her body. No one area received more attention than another as his hands roamed delicately around, circling in her fevered flesh. She reveled in the attention he was giving her, thoroughly lost in the rapture of his touches, now gentle, then urgent.

He spoke for the first time during their brief encounter, smoothly, calmly, almost in a whisper. His soothingly masculine voice exuded warmth and caring. No hint of anxiety was breathed. Relaxing words dripped from his lips like honey from a spoon.