This week was the second time I’ve met Mr. Quiet Guy. I experienced him to be shy and reserved yet expressive when I bring him out of his element. He is not a pushover and is assertive when he needs to be, but he can let himself go when the time is right. With quieter individuals, they tend to left their bodies do most of the talking, and it is a beautiful thing.
Mr. Quiet Guy came in wearing his parka and a backpack full of toiletries which he likes to bring his own. He also brought us each a nonalcoholic beverage to sip on while we chatted about things like the weather, my family situation and his commute. He was running a few minutes behind, but that’s OK. I made time to ensure that we enjoyed the experience to the fullest extent.
He excuse himself to the bathroom to take a shower and returning wearing only his boxers and holding a bottle of lotion.
He didn’t want to take off his boxers. It wasn’t because he was shy, but it was because it was part of the experience we were going to share together.
“Lotion me up with this” he instructed as we made our way to the magic room. He placed the lotion on the table, and I press the pump down a few times squirting some lotion into my hands. He was standing on the massage table, facing away from the mirror.
I started by applying a conservative amount of lotion on his front and a generous amount of lotion on his neck and shoulders. At first, I was facing him and then I made my way around to his back, massaging his neck muscles as tightly and as intently as I could. He was moaning with pleasure as I released all the stress from the day. I could also tell that he liked that I was standing behind him, taking control of the situation and pleasing him with my firm yet gentle hands.
With the small bit of lotion left on his front, I glided my hands gently across his chest, experiencing his breathing deepen and heart rate increase. In between moving my hands up and down his body slowly, I would take a moment to caress his nipples very gently and felt him melt in my arms. Eventually, my hands made their way down to his thighs, tickling every inch from his outer thigh to his inner thigh, using one finger to pull his boxers away from his legs, and another finger to find my way inside to graze his balls gently for a moment.
With shaking knees, he had to make his way to the massage table and bend over for me as he could barely hold himself up. I stood behind him, pushing my pelvis into his bum and squeezing his shoulders at the same time while he struggled to keep his standing position.
I pulled my pink dress down to expose my breasts so that I could slide them on his back. I grasped him firmly with my palms and gently with my nails on his hip bones, pushing my hips up towards him and creating the illusion of being deep inside of him and deeply connected. I could feel the electricity that I sent through his whole body.
Eventually, I ran my hands down his arms simultaneously up his triceps with a light, gentle touch quickly into his armpits and down his sides, reading his body of what he could tolerate and knowing when to take my hands off his body when it became too much.
His knees couldn’t take it anymore, and he had to lay face up on my massage table. “Should I take off my whole dress?” I asked. “No, keep it on” he replied.
A climbed onto the massage table with my body on laying top of his and gently teasing him with both of my hands while I held myself up with my shoulders while laying l. I was driving him crazy and I loved it.
He took off his boxers without being prompted and I showed him how to touch me properly - gently, because less is more.
After sometime playing in this position, he sat up on the table, and I sat up facing him with my legs on top of his. He was trying to play with me, but my sensual touch was overwhelming for him that eventually he couldn’t hold himself up anymore and he had to lay back to let me take charge. I was gently playing with his cock, stroking once in a while with my left hand and using my right hand to push on his magical button - the perineum. I know he didn’t want me to insert myself inside of him so I just played with with his outside, pushing the button and using my ring and index finger to spread a part his cheeks and tickle his asshole with my middle finger.
He couldn’t take it anymore and exploded, cumming hard with pleasure from the immense teasing and the idea of submitting to my edging, allowing him to cum when I wanted him to.
I told him that I was envisioning writing this blog while he was slowly returning from bliss to reality. “Sometimes less is more” I said I would title it. “I don’t need a firm and hard massage. I loved the gentle touch” he replied. “But if it wasn’t for me using firm touch in all the right places at all the right times - squeezing your shoulders at the beginning - it wouldn’t be as much of an exciting journey to take you to the deepest level of relaxation using my gentle touch all over” I responded. He nodded his head in agreement.
He thanked me, got up and excused himself to the shower. I provided him with a second towel upon request. Upon leaving, chose to leave his soap and body lotion behind.
Mr. Quiet Guy isn’t the only man of a few words that walks through my door regularly. Some people don’t want to chat, or find holding conversations exhausting. And I can read when this is the case. I know when to stop verbal conversation and allow the person’s body to speak to me. It is important to listen to all aspects of non-verbal communication in the moment to inspire further connection.
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