- - - His backrubs always made me think of the day we first met.- - - His backrubs always made me think of the day we first met. What an odd way to meet someone -- but we became fast friends, and _nobody_ gives a better backrub. I didn't realize how much tension I was under until I felt it just flow out of me. It felt so good, so relaxing. His hands moved down from my shoulders to my back, working on my lower back and taking out all those little knots. His voice reassured me as he walked around in front of me again, and apparently sat on the floor. - - - She thought of her feet as big and smelly, but I liked them. Then again, I have a thing for feet. However, seeing as she was standing on them I couldn't do much with them right now. I firmly massaged her calves, keeping in mind that the idea was to make her feel relaxed and comfortable. Then, moving up slowly, I reminded her to tell me when I should stop. A relaxed "Okay" was my only response, so I forged on. When I got to a handspan above her knee, I switched to the other leg. Worried about pushing her too far, I stood up and began to massage first one hand, then the other. Again, the reminder, and again, an okay. I worked up to her shoulder, carefully avoiding any contact that could be misconstrued. Finally, to wrap it up, I worked on her neck and scalp, slowly and carefully. My fingers crept across her face again, and that little smile came back. - - - He was about as good at legs as he was at backs, but never before had I let him rub above the knee. I felt so relaxed and trusting that I let him pick the right place to stop, and he did well. What a feeling... to totally let go and let someone else take care of you. I felt I might melt through the floor if he kept it up, but then it stopped, and I was a little saddened, and a bit amused at the strength of that feeling. However, I was a little surprised by the next thing he did. Not scared, just surprised. - - - Feeling brave, I told her to hold on, and swiftly 'swept her off her feet'. Standing there, holding her in my arms like a fireman, I carried a very giggling Hope to her bed (thoughtfully unmade) and lay her down gracefully on her side. I stretched her out, and looked at her perfectly peaceful form. |