Silk Sheets & Secrets

“Do you want me to undress?” Mel asked me, sitting cross-legged on the hotel’s large king-sized bed. The left strap of her yoga tank had fallen down her shoulder, highlighting her sports bra underneath. I shook my head no as I laid out some massage oil I had created, a concoction of sandalwood, ylang-ylang, and a touch of patchouli, designed specifically to heighten the senses. Then I arranged pillows on the foot of the bed and gestured for her to lie down there, a silent invitation to trust me and relax.

Her long, lean body stretched out over the plush, frilled cover, a cascade of dark, glossy hair spilling onto the pillowcase. Her feet were dangling over the edge, adjusting themselves forward, as she closed her eyes, hugging the soft fabric close to her face. A slow, deep breath escaped her lips, laced with a hint of anticipation, her arms cradling the pillows with her head nestled into their softness. The room, dimly lit by the muted glow of the bedside lamp, felt like a sanctuary, a space dedicated solely to our pleasure.

I carefully rolled up her tank, exposing just the small of her back, her stomach pushing against the comforter, her breath steady but anxious with the promise of what was to come. Her arms cradled the pillows with her head pushed into their softness, a picture of vulnerability and trust. “Alexa, play ‘Night Moves’ playlist,” I said, my voice a low murmur, a command delivered with a deliberate slowness.

Mel gave me a brief look over her right shoulder, an inquisitive yet smiling expression playing on her lips. A soothing, sensual jazz groove began to fill the air, a slow, smoky tune with a heavy bassline that seemed to vibrate through the mattress itself. As the music washed over us, she sank back into the pillows, her body melting into the plush fabric, a sigh escaping her lips as she relaxed further. I reached for the massage oil, its rich, earthy scent blending seamlessly with the music, establishing the perfect atmosphere for the experience we had planned—a sensual exploration of each other’s bodies, a celebration of our 25th anniversary.

I opened the bottle of scented oil, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light. The fragrance, a blend of exotic spices and sweet florals, joined the music in creating an intoxicating ambiance. As I placed my oiled palms on the exposed flesh of the small of her back, her lips released a small sigh, a sound of pure pleasure. My hands moved under her shirt, my wrists moving it upwards, and her torso wiggled slightly as she allowed the fabric to slide further. The frill from her bra brushed my fingers as I worked in the oil, a delicate touch that heightened her awareness. With a gentle pinch, I sprung it loose, releasing the fabric onto the bed. She wriggled as I left the shirt bunched just under her shoulder blades and head, baring her back to the room.

I slipped two fingers under the tight fabric of her yoga pants, on each side of her hips, finding her panties. With ease, I quickly slid both down to her thighs. Her naked ass presented itself nicely as I accessed some more oil and began to massage her beautiful glutes. My fingers pushed into her, leaving small imprints as I released and pressed in again and again, a slow, deliberate rhythm designed to awaken every nerve ending. The music intensified, mirroring the growing heat in her body.

Smooth jazz switched to the sultry and sexy voice of the late Amy Winehouse as my hands pressed straight down on her fleshy orbs. Mel took a deep breath and rose onto her elbows, a subtle shift in her posture signaling her willingness to yield to my touch. After I rolled her shorts and panties off her legs, I directed her to spread her legs with a gentle nudge, a silent command to prepare for what was to come. I began kneading Mel’s flesh, starting with the hamstrings at the back of the thigh, then working my way back to her glutes and on to the small of her back. I followed my hands, moving up to a seated position over her legs, maintaining constant contact with her skin.

I slid my shirt off before reaching under hers and pressing it over her head and down her arms. She pushed the shirt and bra off and to the floor, then I resumed pressure—now to her shoulders and down her arms and back, alternating using the palm of my hand and my fingers. The tension released, and her hips squirmed beneath my legs. Then I let my fingers run through her shoulder-length hair and onto her back, tracing the curve of her spine with a slow, sensual caress. I continued this pattern of touch until she ceased propping herself up and melted back into the pillows, completely surrendering to my ministrations.

I had rehearsed this process for several days, massaging the mattress pad where I imagined her naked body lay. Now keeping one hand on her to not break contact, I swung my leg over her and off the bed before moving both hands to her bare shoulders. Then I changed my pattern, standing at her head with my thumbs above her collarbone and my fingers on top, moving from the neck, away and back. “Alexa, play Night Grooves,” I said, and the sultry voice of Alicia Keys filled the air, the tempo building as our bodies responded to the music's rhythm. Down Mel’s back to the triangle of muscles above her ass, my palms worked—no fingers.

Leaning forward had put my stomach and hips close to the edge where Mel’s head lay, and she surprised me by reaching out to pull at my shorts, sliding them and my underwear down. My hardened cock was tugged with them and sprung up when the waistband finally released over the head. I didn’t flinch from what I had rehearsed, focusing in on the three sides of those lumbar muscles. Mel sighed, her face planted on the pillow; one open hand now suspended my cock and balls, her fingers underneath as mine pressed into her. She quickly let go, her body shuddering from the pressure and the release of tension, as my hands continued to push a path into her flesh. As I worked, I shifted my weight to allow my shorts and underwear to fall to the floor.

My left, then my right hand slid to her hips, gently turning her at first. Then I suddenly spun her from her back to facing upwards. I was still leaning from the side of the bed, and this put her face just under my torso, looking up at my chest. My hands found the front triangle just above her trimmed mound and the wet, swollen lips of her vagina, and I pressed similarly to how I had on her back. Mel’s breath cascaded across my skin while my cock lay stiff on the pillows just inches from her temple.

Mel squirmed and sighed as my hands moved downward, gently brushing her throbbing folds. The tips of my fingers parted her warmth, then moved back to the deep kneading of her muscles. I kept my focus on the full body massage I had promised to deliver, resisting the temptation to dive in and push my lips to her wetness. I slid my torso to the right side of her head, pushing down her inner thighs with my fingers, pulling back to her stomach, and repeating this several times.

The room filled with her favorite country artist, Luke Bryan, singing Crash My Party. Her head pushed against my ribs, stirring me again, while my fingers found tension deep in her quads and hamstrings. I continued this pattern of touch until she ceased propping herself up and melted back into the pillows.

I had scripted the playlist purposefully to ensure I didn’t act on my urges or give in to hers. I had found a simple Bolero-style Spanish song with a slow, building pulse while playing around with Spotify. Its low bass and rhythms signaled the change.

I shifted so that my face moved from above hers, down to her hips and between her thighs. We were in reverse as I rose over her on all fours. My cock hung suspended above her face as I dove down into her wetness, my lips parting the moist, wet flesh, my tongue bursting through the surface. It burrowed up towards her sensitive hood, lapping, pushing, parting skin so buttery warm. The flavors amplified my desire. My throbbing head released a droplet of clear pre-cum, first suspended above her and then leaving a string of juice from the tip of the head to its landing spot on her neck before creating a circular pattern of clear liquid on her skin.

Mel gasped and shuddered; the orgasm’s waves that were building rushed over her quickly. My fingers helped my descent inside her cavity, pushing inside and rubbing on her swollen lips as her clit slipped around and off my fingertips. She cried out, a loud gasp mixed with a distinctive pleasure-filled vocal release. The music was almost perfectly building and was ready to cascade back down to a whisper.

I pulled back and lifted out, her lips letting my head pop out of them but cradling it a split second longer. One hand held me and began to stroke the entire length from the salvia soaked base and out across the head and back. My legs tremored hard, and I pulled back quickly so as not to release into her face, pausing to hold the rush back. I leaped up, my knees pushing off the bed as I hopped off of her, and I saw her smiling with delight. Quickly, I reversed my position so that now we were face to face, and we began kissing the remnants of our 69 off of our faces and mouths. Tongues swapped flavors, and lips smeared the succulent aftertastes from giving each other oral pleasures.

Once in position, I dove my cock down and quickly parted her wet warmth. It burrowed deep in the bed of flesh I had readied with my mouth. Mel turned her head to the side, eyes still closed, with a half-smile of relaxed pleasure, and I continued to feast on the juices pouring out while I moved my hips back, sucking all the air from inside. She pushed her legs around me and quickly released the tension building inside, while I continued to explore her wetness. I took her pleasure slowly, savoring each touch and taste before returning my focus to the rhythmic movements that would lead to the next climax.

My attention turned, and I moved over both breasts. My fingers spread, pushing lightly into flesh, rolling Mel’s nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She sighed, her eyes opening and closing, and her look told me to take her, to fill her wet void with my cock. I leaned over to wet her nipples with my lips, tongue, and to flirt with biting them, pulling the hard tips upwards and releasing. Her legs twitched and rocked open and shut.

I pulled my hand out from between her thighs, steadying her hips with both hands now and focused on the decadent offering her warmth bestowed around me. I pulled on her hips with each thrust, the flesh slaps echoing against the music, while her head turned forward and her arms braced more.

I felt the pressure of my orgasm build. It collected deep in my hips, and they began to shake me like the wheels shake the passengers upon a plane’s landing. I thrust deep, fell forward onto her body, my body pushing energy out with the blast of semen. As my warm shot spurted out into her flesh, my lips parted the moist, wet flesh, my tongue bursting through the surface. It burrowed up towards her sensitive hood, lapping, pushing, parting skin so buttery warm. The flavors amplified my desire. My throbbing head released a droplet of clear pre-cum, first suspended above her and then leaving a string of juice from the tip of the head to its landing spot on her neck before creating a circular pattern of clear liquid on her skin.

Mel gasped and shuddered; the orgasm’s waves that were building rushed over her quickly. My fingers helped my descent inside her cavity, pushing inside and rubbing on her swollen lips as her clit slipped around and off my fingertips. She cried out, a loud gasp mixed with a distinctive pleasure-filled vocal release. The music was almost perfectly building and was ready to cascade back down to a whisper.

I pulled back and lifted out, her lips letting my head pop out of them but cradling it a split second longer. One hand held me and began to stroke the entire length from the salvia soaked base and out across the head and back. My legs tremored hard, and I pulled back quickly so as not to release into her face, pausing to hold the rush back. I leaped up, my knees pushing off the bed as I hopped off of her, and I saw her smiling with delight. Quickly, I reversed my position so that now we were face to face, and we began kissing the remnants of our 69 off of our faces and mouths. Tongues swapped flavors, and lips smeared the succulent aftertastes from giving each other oral pleasures.

Once in position, I dove my cock down and quickly parted her wet warmth. It burrowed deep in the bed of flesh I had readied with my mouth. Mel turned her head to the side, eyes still closed, with a half-smile of relaxed pleasure, and I continued to feast on the juices pouring out while I moved my hips back, sucking all the air from inside. She pushed her legs around me and quickly released the tension building inside, while I continued to explore her wetness. I took her pleasure slowly, savoring each touch and taste before returning my focus to the rhythmic movements that would lead to the next climax.

I shifted my weight and leaned back against the pillows, letting her body take the lead. She began to writhe and moan, her body arching against my support, her pleasure palpable. The music continued to build, reaching a fever pitch, and I knew it was time for another round. I took a deep breath, prepared myself, and dove back into her wetness, determined to prolong the experience as long as possible.

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