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Date Posted: 17:38:24 03/17/01 Sat
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Schnee
's message, "The Ubiquitous Mr. Lovegrove" on 18:11:06 03/14/01 Wed
I plop down on the bed, feeling the springs depress beneath me. Not the firmest bed but it will suffice. After kicking off my shoes, I twist my body so that I’m lying on my stomach. Propping my head up with my hands, I watch as Michael sets our stuff down.
“Did you ever notice that all hotel rooms are basically the same? The all have non-descript furniture, tacky floral print bedcovers with matching drapes, and no charm. Okay, granted the Hotel de Paris was much more elegant than the others. But even that lacked something. A feeling of home, perhaps?”
Michael nods as he eases onto the bed next to me. His finger traces my ear, tucking a stay strand of hair behind it. His touch continues, tracing a line down the back of my neck sending shivers down my spine.
As I try to get up, Michael prevents me with his gentle urging.
“Just lean forward and relax.” He whispers as his strong hands begin to rub my neck and shoulders. “See, you’re too tightly wound. We need to get rid of some of this tension.” Unspoken is the cause of this tension. But we both know the events of the last few weeks have contributed much to it.
His fingers deftly work at the knots between my shoulder blades. I moan in protest when Michael pauses. Soon I feel his hands lower on my back as he begins to peel my shirt off. I stretch my arms above my head allowing him to strip it from my body. His fingertips become dangerously near my breasts as he grasps beneath my arms to massage my back with his strong thumbs.
“Does that feel good?” Michael whispers, with his lips inches from my ear. Excitement courses through me as I become very aware of Michael’s proximity, feeling his warm breath on my bare skin.
“Mmmmm.” Unable to form any coherent words, I nod my head before resting it again on the bed. Finally I breathe the words, “Lower…please.”
Complying, Michael’s hands slide lower, pressing his palms against the smooth skin of my lower back. As the soreness is released from my tense muscles, I grip the bedcovers relishing Michael’s purposeful touch. Then, using the heal of his hand, Michael presses harder just above my buttocks, deeply messaging the tension away. I breathe a sigh as his hands migrate upward again.
His fingers pinch my skin lightly as he begins to massage my arms one at a time. I take in a deep breath as I feel much more relaxed. Our life inside Section rarely afforded us the opportunity for such simple pleasures. When we did manage to arrange for some private time, we grasped at it greedily, seeking more overt pleasures.
“If you slide your jeans off, I can work on your legs.” Michael says just above a whisper.
Feeling aroused, I long for him to work on more than just my legs. Rolling over, I toss my head letting my hair fall back against my bare back. Looking up at him, I see the longing in his enchanting green eyes. Bending forward, I work the button from its buttonhole, and then I slide the zipper down painfully slow. I catch Michael licking his lips as I kick my jeans off onto the floor. Now I’m certain he’s as aroused as I am.
With a devilish grin I roll back onto my stomach, wearing only with a thin pair of panties. Resting my head on my arms, I close my eyes waiting for Michael’s next move.
Keeping focused on the massage, his hands take hold of my muscular calves, rubbing away the soreness with a circular motion using his thumbs. Soon his fingers move to my ankles and feet finding all the pressure points. I gulp away a sob as I’m overcome by this release of emotion evoked by Michael simply rubbing my feet.
“Is that too hard? I can be more gentle.“ Michael asks in a concerned tone.
“No. It feels good.” I’m not sure what else to say. Feeling covered by a warm haze, I’m experiencing a strange sense of peace. I’d be perfectly content if time were to simply stand still.
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