Buildup: I was sore from packing for our upcoming vacation — B offered to give me a backrub using a new massage bar that was an early Christmas present.
Foreplay: B ran the massage bar — like a bar of soap — across my shoulders, then down my spine. The warmth of the skin melted the shea butter, leaving a slippery trail that B used to lubricate her squeezes — I was rock hard in anticipation. But when the spicy scent reached my nostrils, I softened — there was some kind of tingly oil in the bar that should not go anywhere near where I had been hoping B’s hands would go next! B agreed to keep her hands only on safe places — she used one hand underneath me to play with my chest, then finished the massage by rubbing my ass aggressively and asking:
“Should I keep doing this while you’re on top?”
Main Event: B lay back against the pillows as I propped myself up above her. With the slick massage bar and her slippery hands, she pulled me inside with her hands on my ass, then ran them up and down my back and chest as I thrust. I never quite made it back to full hardness, but sensation of B’s hands all over my body gave me the encouragement I needed to finish.
Afterplay: My hands were dry and I offered to reciprocate, but B said that given the time of year, it was better to give than receive.
Afterglow: Exhausted sleep.
Rating: ★★
