Birthday Present, The · Part 1 (1/2)
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[5 Possible Endings Attached!]
It was a hard relationship to describe. They had a lot in common – both were professionals working full time, both married, both having two children. But much of the similarities ended there, one was female, and a delightful one at that, but more on this later, the other male. Although they worked together they lived far apart. Since neither one could bear to hurt another their "romance" was not the textbook-type. Sandy and Jim sort of recognized that their lives were previously taken, but they still had a deep attraction and affection for each other. They enjoyed being together, whenever they could manage it, for the office wags would have a field day if their "relationship", no matter how chaste, became public knowledge.
For a long time now Jim had been "romancing" Sandy with notes of undying affection and love and Sandy had been receiving the verbal love and affection with welcome arms. Once or twice a week they would meet for lunch at a public park and discuss life and love and beauty. When the weather was bad they might even be alone in a park and enjoy a special closeness. But, alas, an unwritten code prevented more than an occasional deep and warm hug and lots of hand-holding! They would have been more at home in the Victorian era.
But enough history. I think the reader is, by now, well aware of our "lovers" plight. Certainly they were not of this quick-to-bed age. There was a certain admirable beauty shared by Sandy and Jim. Whether outsiders saw it or not was irrelevant, they saw it and felt it. Which brings us to "The Birthday Present." Jim had been planning a special birthday for Sandy for some time. His sole goal was, surprisingly hard for modern-day readers to believe, was not seduction, but a celebration of JOY. Ah, JOY! JOY, a feeling generally lost on us, Moderns, and totally without relevance unless shared. This was to be a true celebration of JOY and LOVE. Jim's sentimentality was so at the forefront that he even "engraved" a special invitation, complete with appropriate scroll-work, to Sandy:
The undersigned cordially (and with obvious relish) invites
Sandy
an extremely delightful and luscious person
to a personal and intimate demonstration of
TRUE and DEVOTED LOVE
as expressed through a sensitive and feeling full-body massage on the Twenty-First Day of the Ninth Month of the Year Nineteen Hundred and Eighty-Nine suitably signed with passionate love by Jim.
Sandy, never one to avoid the daring being a women irresistibly drawn to masculine images, activities and excitement, initially balked. Interestingly enough her resistance came not so much from the suggestion, but from the ludicrousness of it, "Come on, how can this be accomplished in the park at noon? And I am not interested in getting poison ivy in the woods." But her resistance changed from one of unbelieving to one of simple objection when Jim said, "I have arranged for us to share a motel room for the afternoon. I promise no hanky-panky. This is not a seduction, it is a genuine attempt to give you a nice birthday present. I am not joking. I am serious."
Well, the discussion was heated for several days. Sandy had strong fears and distrust of Jim and his motives. The casual outsider would only have chuckled at this appearance of a joke, the eternal male seduction "line." "I just want to show you my etchings." or "I just want to let you explore my spider web."
What ever it was, convincing persuasion, a genuine daring or resignation from the effort to change Jim's mind. More than once Jim had offered to withdraw the "proposition" only to have the subject come up again. It is not clear what was the final straw, but Sandy extracted the two-thousandth promise, and agreed.
But then at the last moment Sandy realized that it was payday and she could not afford to be gone half a day. The big day was delayed until Friday.
Friday turned out to be a delightful day. The sun shown out of a azure sky upon the green hills of the land. The temperature was just right. Jim expressed concern that the beauty of the day would be "wasted" inside, but it was agreed that there would be more nice days. The trip past the check-in desk and the lobby was taken with uncomfortable feelings of guilt. This feeling by both was thick enough to cut. But the small briefcase sufficed to allay inordinate suspicions. All went well until they got to the room. The age old shakes kept Jim from immediately getting the damned door open. Motel doors were the same everywhere.
Once in the room they hugged in a warm embrace free from the fear of prying eyes. That alone made the excursion well worth the effort. They stood there for the "brief" moment that lovers share, a brief moment extending close to ten minutes. Neither one wanted to break the spell. Their nearness could not be replaced with all the private and emotional notes they exchanged.
They sat down on the bed and held hands gazing into each other's eyes. Jim gentle began caressing Sandy's delicate hands and fingers. Then they began to discuss what was to happen. Jim, who claimed to have "everything thought out," was torn between chucking his "plan" and keeping his promise. A gentle, caring look from Sandy kept him in line.
Jim got the body lotion bottle from his brief case so Sandy could choose which she preferred. He let her pick saying, "The delicious scent of your body will override all else, who needs this stuff." He then went to the bathroom to get some towels. The bed spread was taken down and several towels were laid out. Jim then said that it was necessary that Sandy remove her clothing and cover up with the towels. He said, "You may leave your underwear on, Lovely Sandy. I promised a full-body massage, but it won't quite be "full-body", I couldn't keep my promise if it was and you know it. Anyway, cover up with the towels and I'll turn up the heat in the room.
I won't need that, but you may." Sandy replied, "I don't think I will need it either, so don't turn it up." (She was avoiding the clothes issue.) "Can't we just do the massaging like we have in the past?" [They both had a keen interest in the art of massage. Jim had a couple of good books on massage, finger-pressure and Shiatsu. He even shared one on sensual massage with Sandy. Their experiences into massage began with foot massage one noon when Sandy complained of il-fitting shoes and sore feet.
Jim extended it to hand and finger massage and once even experimented with back massage, when he sneaked his first and only kiss from Sandy, a chaste, but delicious peck on the back of Sandy's lovely white neck. They both had enjoyed the physical contact immensely. But it had always been of the non-sexual kind, although Jim reveled in the sensuality of it. He is the one who invented this birthday present, after all.]
After a lengthy discussion, Jim persuaded Sandy that his intentions were indeed honorable and it could only be done this way. [Although I will not go into this discussion, because it is so improbable as to be unlikely, besides if Jim hadn't "won" the debate there wouldn't be a story to tell!] Jim left the room to give Sandy privacy. He left word for her to let him know. Talk about long moments! This was absurd. But after what seemed like hours, Sandy whispered that she was ready.
Jim reentered the room to find Sandy stretched out full length on her stomach covered with a bath towel covering her from shoulders to knees. Even from the back Jim marveled at her loveliness. "Sandy you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen, with or without clothes. Your trust in me only makes me love you even more. God practiced for thousands of years to perfect His art to produce you. He did good! And I am so glad He didn't waste all of His talents on the outside, for your inner beauty far exceeds what the imperfect eye can see. I love you, Sandy, and I will love you with all of my heart and I love you with all of my mind and I love you with all of my spirit and I will love you always, Sandy. There has been none like you. You are Perfection, exquisite Perfection, Sandy. I kneel down and worship this shrine, Sandy."
He liberally drenched his hands in lotion he had warmed up in his pocket and applied it generously to her legs and arms with gentle caring hands. A gasp of pleasure escaped Sandy's lips. She lifter her head and gazed at Jim and heart-feltly said, "Thank you, Jim, you gentleness and compassion is so appreciated. Thank you for talking me into this and thank you for the lovely birthday present." "But it hasn't even begun, Sandy. No more words from you. You must lie there and relax and release your cares to my hands. I will be gentle. I will be caring. I will be true to my words, Sandy. My love for you would allow nothing else."
Beginning at her toes Jim gentle rubbed in the oil and kneaded the aches and cares away. He massaged towards her ankles to restore the blood flow in her toes. Each toe in turn got the same treatment and he lusciously paused and stroked between each one. He fleeting kissed each one as he progressed. Completing her toes he began to work on her feet. Jim knew that the Achilles tendon was supposed to have a genitals-connection so his stroking steadily lead to that area after he had explored the rest of her lovely and delicate foot.
His slow and steady sensual touch gradually lead to her ankle and upwards to her expressively beautiful calf. A slight tremor from Sandy cautioned Jim from proceeding further, but his hands did not stray from their amorous and pleasant task. Gently they followed the contours of her fine calf from her ankle to her lovely knee. The elegance of her limbs had always amazed and charmed Jim, but until now he had not known the real passion associated with flirting with such exquisitely turned ivory. The smoothness beneath his touch was awe-inspiring and sent tremors of his own up and down his spine. "Hold on, Jim, this delicate journey has just begun," he said to himself.
Jim quietly shifted his attentions from Sandy's lovely legs to her exquisitely sensuous hands resting so close. He began, like with her finely turned feet, with a gentle upwards massaging of her fingers. They were delicately formed and only slightly roughened by hard work suiting her demeanor. Sandy took very good care of herself and it showed for all to see. Her elegant beauty was flawless. Sandy was striking. No other words would do her rare beauty justice. She was magnificent.
Jim smeared more oil to pave the way for his ever-exploring hands. Delicately her followed the fingers around, one by one, pausing at the base of each to implant a kiss of love. His tongue would flick out to gentle caress the soft membrane of skin between each. The he would continue his kneading on the palms. He strived to rub out the cares and anguishes of the hardness of life with more ointment. His heart was in it. The care he felt flowed more freely than the oil.
Jim was sure that Sandy had been over come with sleep by this time. Not a sound was heard, except her deep, even breathing. Her exquisitely lovely face carried a truly joyous smile into her dreams. Trust, and maybe love, had found an outlet.
No matter how deep the sleep, Jim's labor-of-love was not consummated. His hands continued their explore. But it was clear that they were no longer under Jim's control as they lusciously travelled the full range of her exquisitely chiseled arm.
At Sandy's shoulder they paused. Slowly and determinedly they slid the towel a little lower so her exquisitely graceful shoulder was exposed. Gently he traced each contour from her shoulders to her Kama neck. His warm hands gentle pressured the deep muscles on her back, rubbing them toward her neck to further the circulation. When the massage regained her neck it acted like an aphrodisiac, the sleeping giant in Sandy awoke. A groan of passion passed. Jim paused. She was quiet again.
Slowly Jim began again, this time progressing up Sandy's neck. He parted her beautiful and delicately soft tresses, pausing to give, with love, another heart-kiss, his second in forever. Continuing, he found her ear and traced it around and around, swirling into oblivion. With an oh-so gentle touch, he persisted in his quest and touched her face of pure beauty. Her delicately formed cheeks and nose were traced with great care. He linger under her nose and followed her lovely, full lips, so ripe with passion and desire, now parted, as if in greeting him. As his fingers passed they closed to a rosebud to exchange a kiss of love and opened to reveal a moist tongue hungering for a new sensation.
The fingers, not what it was looking for, sufficed for the moment. With regret Jim left the luscious lips like orgasmic-blood swollen Mons of Venus and renewed his quest. His fingers, with sincere caring and passion traced the slight, sight, not angry, scar on her cheek fervently wishing to erase the one blemish to her perfection, but it had become an integral part of her mysterious beauty. Renewing his travels Jim reached her eyes of deep-sea azure sunshine, now glistening with tears. A drop was rushed away by gravity. Jim bent to erase the remainder with his lips, and his own hot tears mixed passionately with her's. Not a word was said.
The exchange of an immeasurably deep gaze, love from one intertwining with a heart- felt thanks from the other, stemmed the flow. The eyes, ever capable of giving of love more than receiving love, closed to allow his delicate touch to pass over.
Jim's trembling hands extended up Sandy's forehead and wound in amongst her soft brown locks, threading their way down, down to her shoulders and beyond. Ardently they searched beneath the towel to find her back and relieve the tense knots settled there. He anointed his hands and applied with ecstatic glee, pressure. Discreetly her eased down the towel to waste level to reveal a pure white-as-snow back demarcated by a perfect tan line. He followed the line and moved in to the snow field with sensitive strokes. The passion in his touch was clearly evident as he manipulated her precious skin.
Jim's efforts gained in strength until they could be compared with a passionate desire to enter within. His fingers spread warmth in an ever-widening circle, encountering the towel barrier again and again. His intensity diminished somewhat when the barrier was knocked askew and his warm hands found the graceful curving lines of Freyja's treasure, soft mons of exquisite composition, begging to be circled and traced. Jim flirted with each one. Out of human control, his hands proceeded to palpate each in turn.
"Surely these are Godly creations. How could anyone view such luscious mounds as anything but unabashed beauty. I kiss each with my heart and mind. I worship at the shrine of pure beauty. I am yours, Sandy. Forever, I am yours, Oh, One of Magnificent and Perfect Beauty. I am eternally grateful for this moment. No other could feel such wonder as I do at this moment. I share this moment only with you, Sandy, and God. It is good. It is right."
At that moment Sandy stirred. "Let me turn over." "Only if you help me abide by my promise, Sandy?" With an anguished, "No," she struggled to roll over, but Jim had embraced her, preventing her movement. "Please."
As she ceased struggling, he fleetingly fondled her ripe buttocks, planting a warm, juicy buss on each. With one last regretting gentle squeeze, he replaced the towel again between shoulder and knee. "Now, roll, over slowly, Beautiful."
Slowly she rolled over as Jim held the modesty drape from slipping. He gazed into Sandy's eyes, longingly and fervently desiring to kiss those gentle lips and hold her warm and supple body close to his. Instead he gently leaned down and caressingly kissed the very tips of her big toes, erotic points to many. Cuddling her feet in his sensitive hands he began anew his gentle massaging. This time his eyes never let hers.
Softly and slowly his caressive touch stole to her heels and ankles and endearingly up her graceful calves to rest, trembling, on her knees. Then they traced their way back down, again ending at her charming toes. Cautiously, they followed their trail back up again, ending, daring, on Sandy's enchanting Astarte thigh. Like a passionate dog Jim's fingers whiff around exploring the delicate flesh, occasionally digging into the muscles to sooth their tension, occasionally just flirting with the sensitive skin, just sniffing and exploring.
All the time the towel remained virtuously in place. At some unseen clue he, as before, passed attention from Sandy's lovely legs to her outstretched and graceful arms, yearning to embrace the passion she felt, but not wishing to break the magic spell. In a friendly, no, a passionate gesture, Jim's fingers traced the faintly outlined veins, surging with pent up desire, from her delicate finger tips, across her enchanting hands, up the sensuous arms, so capable of violent embrace in the throes of ecstacy, to the softly curving shoulders begging to have resting on them a head, spent with Love's longings.
Like a seized person his fingers relentlessly pursue their travails from shoulder to delicate finger tip and back several times. Each time the trail becomes more comfortable and welcome. Sandy's breathing, once deep and even, now comes slightly heavier and with more effort as the feeling of pure joy invades her very being. Her longing to end the invasion and her desire to see it completed vigorously facing off within her very soul.
Again the mortal hands of Jim, now firmly in the control of a higher spirit, struggle to gain control of the lust welling within, venture slightly under the shade of modesty to caress the tender, warm flesh of temptation. Like children exploring beneath a sheet they blindly and hesitantly creep hither and yon seeking new avenues. Clearly they hunger. The deep muscle massage, forsaken by Care for the fluttering of a butterfly, yearns to probe deeper, but the emotions will not allow it.
Then an inadvertent quick and unexpected reflex twist by Sandy, probably caused by being too long in one position, mated the gentle butterfly and charms of Aphrodite, the crown of beauty, the lovely dome of motherhood. With renewed confidence Jim's soft finger tips cautiously trace the edge of each lovely breast, around and around, endlessly. Then with great care they creep slowly up the steep slope towards the summit. With barely perceptible touch the blind fingers alight near the areola. An imperceptible take in Sandy's breath is timed exactly with the moment. No other sign is given. Sandy's nipples strain to reach out to Jim's charmed and smitten touch. His fingers ever so gracefully inch toward the luscious erotic bud. At the moment of touch sparks of emotion fly between Jim and Sandy, their passionate gaze never having wavered.
No moment was ever quite like this for Jim. The urge to kiss those ripe, ruby rosebuds nearly became too much. To counteract his unbearable craving he lower his eyes and buried his face in the towel at Sandy's breast. Jim's hot, burning tears of p
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