As my strong hands press and knead your back and shoulders, you begin to relax and melt, sinking into the bed as I work my fingers deeper into the muscles along your spine, slowly work my way down to your lower back and your legs to your soles, releasing waves of tension. Your anxiety has long since dissolved and when I ask you to turn over, you do so naturally, knowing that at any time you could ask me to stop and to leave, but enjoying your blissed out state enough to allow me to work on your front, up the thighs past your panties and to your breasts. My oiled hands feel warm and pleasurable on them as I circle them until your nipples ache to be touched -- a touch which seems to take forever to finally arrive. My hands remain at work as you feel me lower myself, and then my hot breath directly through your panties, so sudden, waking you but only to send you melting deeper, so you do not resist as I peel the panties off of you. Soft kisses on your inner thighs, but not too soft so that they tickle, then the press of my tongue as my hands reach under you to lift you to my mouth. But still you feel only the hot breath, the pressure of my lips on your thighs, on your pubic mound, so close to what you want now to feel, so that you raise up to press yourself to my mouth, and are rewarded with the heat and wetness as I open to take you in, press my tongue against you and slowly move it upwards. You can feel my excitement, and it's exciting to know that I am excited but won't do anything -- nothing but focus on you and your pleasure. And with that thought of my desire and your pleasure, you give yourself over to that pleasure and melt away.

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48, 5'11, 175, fit, handsome, respectful, educated, caucasian. Please be younger than me, reasonably attractive (this is a fantasy after all), and discreet.