Chapter 133

I brought the little bottle of skin lotion out of the bathroom with me and when we were on the bed I opened it.

"May I apply lotion to you?" I asked.

"That would be nice. You want the front or the back first?"

"It's your body, you choose."

She flipped so she was face down and I started applying lotion to her feet and lower legs. Earlier in my life I had studied massage so I really did work the lotion in as I applied it. When I finished with her feet I leaned from her bed to the thermostat and turned up the heat. I didn't want her getting cold. Relaxed, but not cold.

I moved back to her legs and worked her thighs. I found a tender spot and when I touched it the first time she said, "I backed into a conference table."

In the bathroom I soaked a hand towel in the hottest water I could get from the sink. I brought it back to the bed with two other dry towels. I put a dry towel on her leg, the hot moist towel and then a dry one over the others. It warmed and relaxed in just a couple minutes. As the heat worked there I moved up a little and massaged her butt. She opened her legs a little. After a minute I gently probed her pussy with a mostly lotion dry finger.

"Oh, that's friendly." She said, in a low voice.

My hands got more lotion and moved up to her back. I noticed a half inch scar just above her hip on the right side. It looked like an old scar, maybe from childhood.

"That scar is unusual."

"My sister stabbed me when I was in second grade. It was just bad enough to scar."

"Remind me not to make her mad at me."

"If she finds out we're in bed together that will be enough for her to be mad at you, until she gets you in bed with her."

"A little competitive?"

"Yes! She was two when I was born and hated all the attention I got. She still believes it should have been just her."

"That feeling is common, I'm told."

"When I feel the scar in the shower it reminds me not to turn my back on her."

"Right."

I lifted the warm towels from her leg and gently massaged the offended muscle. I felt it relax some and so I applied more lotion and slowly worked it some more. The bruise did surface and I knew it would look bad for a few days, but it didn't hurt her as badly as before.

I rolled her over and had her sit up. I sat behind her, letting her lean against me as my legs all but surrounded her. I applied lotion to her shoulders and neck. Worked it in and released at least three days tension from those muscles. When I applied lotion to her arms she said, "I really thought we would be fucking by now."

"Are you disappointed?"

"No. Surprised, but not disappointed. Most men go for getting off and roll over. You are hard so I know you're interested but you've had your hands on me for almost an hour and you've only touched my cunt twice."

"The women who taught me how to love a woman taught me that if I take care of her she will have the best possible experience. When she does she'll share it with me. I believed them."

"Bless them."

My hands worked lotion onto her chest. As I massaged her C-cup breasts I paid attention to her reactions. At the touch of my palms to her nipples they tightened and became the swollen size of blueberries. She moaned. She leaned back against me and relaxed some more. When I pinched her nipples and pulled them just a little she squeezed her thighs together just enough for me to notice.

Carla leaned her head back and against my shoulder. I folded her arms across her chest and held them with my arms. She was totally supported, warm, relaxed and breathing like she was about to go to sleep.

I turned my head slowly until my mouth was near her ear. As softly as I could I whispered, "Could we get in the bed, snuggle and comfort each other until morning and then join?"

"Join?" She whispered.

"Yes. I seldom fuck. I'd much rather connect with you. Join with you. That it's for two days isn't a good reason to treat you like a place for me to masturbate. I want to savor the feel of you, the taste of you, the sounds you make, the smell of your arousal and your juices. Joining is creating memories to be savored again later, when neither of us is in Denver."

"Then cover us, shut off the lights and treat me like that. No man ever has."

Gently I moved her so her head was on a pillow and I covered her. With the lights off I opened the drapes and we could watch the snow silently falling outside. Our room was warm. I spooned up behind her, held her and fell asleep.

She woke up first. I'm sure of that because when I woke up she had my cock in her mouth. It not only looked good, it felt good too. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at my face. She slowly tantalized me, explored me and seemed to enjoy the appreciative sounds I made.

When I was as hard as she wanted me to be she released her lip lock on my shaft and kissed her way up to my face.

"Can I interest you in joining with me?"

"You have my interest." I kissed her. Our tongues met and danced. Our hands helped each other move into a joining position. As she moved she rolled a condom onto me. She chose to be on her side and lift one leg, opening her puss to me. I straddled her leg and moved close to her.

She grasped my cock and rubbed the head along her open lips, wetting it and stimulating her clit. I pressed forward and she aligned us for an easy insertion. All of this action while we looked in each other's eyes.