Sweet wine trickled down my throat. The air in the room was hot, even with the fan on at full, sexual tension reaching fever pitch. The girls, though tipsy on the wine, couldn't be relaxed, their nerves restraining them from making the first step. I look to the only other man in the room. An European, his amiable demeanour softened my mood. I needed to get things going, thinking what I could do to break the ice. Then it came to me, the one thing that I know relaxes people. I reach for the draw, sifting through the things to find what I required. I find the lotion underneath one of my silk ties, prompting another thought to cross my mind, making me smile. I stand up, sliding the bottle into my back pocket. I turn to one of the girls, my partner's best mate, and offer a massage, as I noticed that her shoulders seemed tense. She looked to her European boyfriend, who, with a smile on his face, nodded. She agrees, asking where she needs to be.
"Lie on your stomach, and remove your clothes." The experienced smile on my face spreads, my eyes tracing the contours of her neck.She does as she is asked, lying down to remove her bra. I sit beside her, warming the lotion between my hands. I work from the bottom, spreading the cream around her back. Her skin was soft, supple, I wanted to reach down and taste her neck. I restrain my impulse, and carry on with my duty. Slow, rhythmical movements trace her contours. Within a few short minutes, I notice her body, slowly relaxing herself in my company. I look over to the others, they were whispering to each other, their conversation inaudible over the music. I smile a them, and beckon for my girlfriend to come over. I tell her to take over, and to concentrate on her points. She does so nicely, the girl barely noticing the change. I walk to the Euro, and whisper something to him.
"In a moment, go and kiss my girl's neck, slowly." In his eyes, he sees the pattern I'm playing, and nods his head, gripping the arms of the chair he is sitting on.I sit on the table, turning the sound down a notch, and lit up a cigarette. I watch him move slowly, a panther on the hunt, and gracefully mould himself to my woman. I hear the wet kisses, I see his hands exploring her, I watch her back arch. Soon, the other notices the lack of movement on her back, and turns her head. Her eyes go wide, seeing the scene played out before her, then wider as I move to her. I stroke her face, telling her to let it go naturally, and lean in to take her lips...
