The Relaxation Method

   She slowly trudged up the walk to her small rental house, digging her keys out of her purse. It was later than when she usually got home, and she was tired, hungry, and grumpy. She finally located her keys and unlocked her front door. As she entered her home, she looked up and saw Oded in front of her, leaning against the doorway between the kitchen and the hallway that led to the rest of the house.
     “Oh, hi!” she greeted, startled. She pulled the key out of the lock and shut the door behind her. “What are you doing here?” She threw her purse and keys on the kitchen table carelessly. Even though she was in a bad mood, she couldn’t help but smile when she looked at Oded. He was wearing a snug pair of cut-offs, that megawatt smile of his, and nothing else.
     He pushed himself off the doorway and walked toward her, still smiling. “Well, when I called you at work this afternoon, you sounded like you were having a bad day.”
     She waved her hand at him in a shooing gesture. “Oh, god! Don’t get me started. The whole damn network went down, people were screaming because they couldn’t print anything, and the boss wanted his new fonts installed on his computer first over anything else.” She paused. “It’s all running now, but just barely. I’ve got to go back in early tomorrow before the rest of the employees show up and clean up the little messes. It’s been a perfectly shitty day.” By the time she had finished her rant, he had approached her and wrapped his arms around her. She slid her arms around his waist and released her pent-up breath.
     “And I’m sorry I snapped at you on the phone. I didn’t mean to,” she finished as she leaned her head against his chest.
     “That’s alright.”
     She enjoyed the comfort of his body for a minute, then realized something. She leaned back and looked at him.
     “Hey, what smells so good in here?” She looked around the kitchen. “Are you cooking something?”
     He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Don’t sound so surprised.”
     She smiled at him crookedly. “Sorry. What are you cooking?”
     “Stuffed pork chops.”
     She gave him a disbelieving look.
     “What? It’s not that hard. I take them out of the package; I put them in the oven. I can read directions.”
     She chuckled a little. She drew away from him and stepped toward the oven. “When are they going to be      done? What else are you going to fix?”
     He grabbed her arm and stopped her. “They’ll be done when the smoke alarm goes off. Don’t worry about it.”
     She turned back to him, her chuckle turning into outright laughter. “Ok, ok! I’ll leave it up to you. What is this all about?”
     “You just sounded like you had a bad day and I thought I would come over and pamper you tonight.”
     Now it was her turn to raise an eyebrow at him. “Oh, really? And what do you have in mind?”
     His smile widened and he tugged on her arm. “Follow me and you’ll find out.”
     She returned Oded’s smile and followed him down the hallway, where he led her into the bathroom. She stood and watched him as he turned on the bathtub faucets. She couldn’t help but admire his muscular ass as he bent to adjust the hot water and put the plug in the drain. The denim material tightened, accentuating his framework. She had to restrain a powerful urge to take a handful and squeeze. He opened a cupboard and brought out her favorite bubble bath, pouring a couple capfuls into the water. He put the bottle back, then turned to her. It was a small bathroom, so he only had to take a couple steps to reach her. He slid his arms around her waist, like he was going to give her another hug, then began pulling her shirt out of her waistband. He slowly unbuttoned her shirt.
     “Just what, pray tell, are you planning?” she asked quietly.
     “Shhhh,” was his only answer, then he kissed her softly, briefly, on the lips. It was a tantalizing kiss and she wanted more of it, but she let him lead.
     He pulled her shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Then he unfastened her bra and let it join her shirt. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her skin as he unbuttoned her pants and pushed them and her panties down over her hips. As he knelt down to untie her shoes and remove them, she ran her fingers through his soft, dark curly hair.
     He undressed her the rest of the way and stood back up again. He was much taller than her, and she had to crane her neck to look into his dark chestnut eyes. He admired her body unabashedly. Then he tossed his head in the direction of the tub. “Get in,” he said.
     She turned off the faucet, stepped into the tub, and lowered herself into the hot, bubbly water with a sigh. She slid down until the water was up to her chin. Oded grabbed her sponge that was hanging on the shower wall and knelt on the floor next to the tub. She watched him as he submerged the sponge in the water, then picked up her hand, bringing her arm out of the water. He began to gently massage her with it, running it up and down the length of her arm, invigorating her skin. He even spent time on her hands and fingers, manipulating them with his own. When he finished, he lowered it back into the water and picked up her other one, repeating the treatment. He smiled as he saw the tension start to leave her face.
     “Oh boy,” she sighed. His smile broadened.
     Oded let go of her other arm, then trailed his hand in the water to reach her leg. He lifted it up and she propped it on the faucet. He caressed every inch with the sponge, squeezing the hot water out of it as he did so, creating rivulets down her thigh. She was beginning to let the day go. Her mind, which had previously been whirling, began to slow down.
     He lowered her leg for her, then raised the other one and did the same thing. When he finished, he let that one descend back into the water. Then he brought up a soapy finger, giving her a “come here” gesture with it. She sat up. He knelt over her and began to gently scrub her back with the sponge, paying special attention to her shoulders and neck, being careful not to wet her collar-length hair. She could feel her muscles begin to relax. He squeezed water out of it as he did so, keeping her warm.
     She watched him pamper her with a sense of disbelief. She couldn’t figure out how she had been lucky enough to catch such a gorgeous man. Not even to mention the fact that he was a nice guy and liked to spoil her rotten. It was hard to believe that he was for real.
     As she admired him, she glanced down and noticed he had a fairly large erection hiding in is shorts. A rich smile spread across her face. “I’m glad you’re getting as much enjoyment out of this as I am,” she said.
He glanced down at himself, then looked at her with his own sexy smile. “Of course,” he replied, his accent a little more pronounced than usual. He leaned forward and kissed her, pressing his full lips against hers, then slipping his warm tongue into her mouth. As he stroked her tongue with his own, he brought up a warm, wet hand and began to caress her breast, rubbing her nipple with the pad of his thumb, bringing it quickly erect. She sighed against his mouth, feeling her body temperature rise suddenly.
     Oded reluctantly broke the kiss and leaned back. His hand began to trace from her breast down her stomach. As he did so, she reclined back into the water. He trailed his fingers lightly across her skin, then submerged his hand back under the water. He slipped it between her legs, urging her to spread them a little. She obliged him eagerly.
     She felt his warm finger enter her and begin creating an intoxicating friction. Her face flushed with heat. Her breath quickly sped up. She gripped the sides of the tub for support. As he began fondling that little bundle of nerves in the center of her, she felt the anticipation of her orgasm. She rocked her hips against him unconsciously, and water splashed onto the floor. Neither one of them noticed. He watched her as she laid her head back and took pleasure in his touch. His eyes darkened even more, his pupils dilating with his own sexual tension. She caressed his arm with her hand, feeling his muscles flex as he brought her her orgasm. Her entire body clenched and her breath froze as it possessed her.
     When it finally released her, she relaxed back against the tub, trying to catch her breath.
     “Oh my,” she said, panting.
     Oded chuckled softly. “Are you ready to get out now?” he asked.
     “Yes, that was wonderful. Thank you.”
     As he grasped her hand and helped her out of the tub, he said, “Oh, we’re not done yet. I’m just getting started.”
     She looked at him with a raised eyebrow as he turned around and grabbed a large fluffy towel from the closet, but didn’t say anything. She was enjoying the anticipation. When he had turned back to her, she stepped to him and pressed her wet body against his, relishing the slickness between their skin.
     Oded backed up and held her away from him at arm’s length. “Hey now! No getting me wet! That’s not part of the plan.”
     She chuckled. “Aw, come on. You got me plenty wet.” He understood her double meaning and gave her his devious smile.
     “Nope,” he replied firmly. He began to towel her off slowly. He kept having to fend off her hands as she tried to caress his body. Now she was extremely aroused, and wanted to make love to him in the worst way. Just watching him move was driving her nuts. As he stood in front of her, toweling off her torso, she began to get frustrated. She reached her arms up under his own and quickly ran her fingers down his sides, where she knew he was ticklish. He yelped loudly and jumped back, dropping the towel. She tried to advance on him, but he quickly grabbed her by the wrists and kept her at bay. It wasn’t too long as the two of them struggled before they were both laughing like loons.
     Oded finally got her under control by turning her around, facing away from him, and pinning her arms to her sides with a big bear hug. They were both breathing hard and still laughing. Finally she stopped struggling and just stood there. “Ok, ok! I give up,” she panted. Not trusting her, he continued to hold her still. As he did so, she felt his body pressed against her back. It was warm and hard. She realized another hardness was pressed against her ass. Her desire swept through her again.
     “Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?” she asked over her shoulder, grinning.
He returned the grin and placed a quick kiss on her ear, still trying to catch his breath. The brush of his five o’clock shadow and his warm breath sent shivers down her spine. “A banana,” he replied with a deep chuckle. Then he suddenly let her go and turned her around. She smiled and stepped back into his arms, wrapping her own around his waist. She took delight in the warmth where their skin touched. Her nipples became erect as they brushed against his body. Oded cradled her head in his large hands, lightly moistened his lips with his tongue, and kissed her softly, tenderly. Then he let her go, took her hand in his, and led her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, all the while smiling charmingly.
     He stopped them at the side of the bed and turned to look at her. “Lie on your stomach,” he said. She raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously. He just looked at her with an intense gaze, waiting. After a moment she smiled and climbed onto the bed. She laid down, her arms slightly spread out, her head turned to one side. She closed her eyes and waited.
     She felt Oded kneel on the bed, then sensed his body above her. He straddled her hips, then lowered himself down to sit on her lightly. The heat of his inner thighs was enticing. Then his large hands were on her back, gently massaging her muscles. She loved his massages. She sighed and groaned softly as he slowly worked his way up along her spine, kneading the knots away with his fingers. Her spine crackled deliciously. She felt the last of the day’s stresses slip away.
     He worked his way up, then manipulated her neck, her shoulders, down her arms, all the way down, even paying attention to each finger. He meandered back up, then down her outer back and sides. He lifted his body up off of hers and continued down, paying special attention to her lower back, where he knew she often had a lot of soreness. She groaned again as he placed a kiss at the base of her spine before moving on.
Oded continued down her body, thoroughly massaging both her legs. He bent her knees, lifted her feet, and spent a considerable amount of time manipulating them. She thought she was going to melt right into the bed, she felt so relaxed. Her mind was floating off into the ether.
     He eased her leg back onto the bedspread, then trailed one hand lightly up her body.
     “Roll over,” he said softly.
     She had to shake herself out of her stupor and muster enough power to roll over. She looked down at him as he gazed at her. The intensity of his eyes kindled a warmth in her belly, as if she had just tossed back a shot of whiskey. Instantly there was that passion between them, strong enough to be its own entity.
He slowly crawled up the bed, placing warm kisses on her skin as he went: her knee, her thigh, the point of her hip, her stomach. The scuffing of his beard stubble was both arousing and excruciating. He stopped at her bellybutton briefly, dipping in his wet tongue, probing, then sealing it with a moist kiss before moving on. As he reached her side, her muscles trembled minutely. She had to bite her lip to keep back a groan. Her toes curled as her skin broke out in goose bumps. She brought her hands up to tangle her fingers in Oded’s mop of full, curly hair.
     He worked his way up her side to her breast, where he latched on to her nipple. She observed him as he fondled it with his tongue, brushed it with his moist full lips, and nipped it lightly with his teeth. His fingers lightly stroked her sideswell, enjoying the soft skin. One of her biggest turn-ons was watching him take pleasure in her. She could feel her body anticipating the advent of him into her. When he felt satisfied with one breast, he lightly kissed his way over to the other one, repeating the process until she thought she couldn’t stand it anymore. She could almost feel her body reaching for his. She felt the same desire coming off of him in waves.
     As Oded slowly meandered his way up to her lips, he pressed his hard body against hers rhythmically. He sealed her mouth with his own, thrusting his tongue to meet hers eagerly. His sexual energy was oozing out of every pore. She could almost smell his testosterone in his musky scent. She had never met such a masculine man before. The anticipation of their lovemaking was almost killing her. He broke the kiss slowly, catching her lower lip between his own. Then he worked his way over to her ear, trailing kisses along her jaw line. She inhaled sharply as he first tugged on her lobe with his teeth, then explored the hollow with his warm soft tongue. That one always sent her over the edge, and he knew it. His escalating breath washed over her moist skin, sending shivers down her spine. She ran her hands down his back, unconsciously pressing his body against hers with the same rhythm. She couldn’t stand it anymore.
     “Oh god, Oded. Make love to me,” she sighed. He answered with a masculine groan against her neck. He quickly got up, sat on the side of the bed, and stripped off his cutoffs and underwear. She watched him, her mouth watering, as his muscles glided under his olive skin. Then he rolled back onto the bed and raised himself above her. She opened herself up to him, and he settled between her legs, pressing his erection against her inner thigh. She could feel his velvety skin against hers. He watched the pleasure on her face as he first positioned himself, then slowly plunged into her warmth.
     They both exhaled their pent-up breaths as Oded sank to the hilt, straining. She wrapped her legs around his, totally enveloping his body with her own. She cupped her ass with his hands, feeling his muscles work as he created that delicious friction. As he made love to her, he placed light kisses on her skin: her neck, her chin, her jaw line, her eyelids. She could feel the warmth of his breath linger long after he had moved on.
      Soon her orgasm began to build. Her face flushed with her rising temperature. She couldn’t catch her breath. Oded saw this and slowed the pace to a crawl, bringing her back down. He deliberately withdrew to his tip, paused, then submerged himself to the hilt, enticing a groan out of her each time. The emptiness of his withdrawal, anticipation, then the satisfaction of his body filling hers. Over and over again. Slowly he worked the rhythm back up again, leading her body with his own. He brought her to the edge of her orgasm, then reined her in to an almost complete standstill. She thought the pressure was going to make her head explode. She felt like a guitar string that had been wound two octaves too high. This time when he slowly increased their rhythm, there was no stopping her orgasm, or his. He brought more power into his thrusts, using his whole body. She clutched his ass, adding her own strength. She felt her orgasms take over her body, straining every muscle and freezing her breath in her throat. As his own climax exploded, he continued forcing himself deep inside her, making her orgasms flow over her body in waves. The tendons on his neck stood out in his effort. Their bodies froze, statues, as he impelled his seed into her.
     When their orgasms finally released their bodies, Oded collapsed on top of her, burying his head in the crook of her neck. He exhaled mightily, his hot breath washing her skin. She felt his sweat drip onto her body. The perfume of their act filled the air. She tingled from head to toe.
     “Oh my god,” he exclaimed between pants.
     “Ditto,” she echoed, wetting her dry lips with her tongue. He chuckled deeply in her ear.
     They rested together like that as their bodies unwound. Finally, Oded kissed her and slowly withdrew, leaving her with that empty feeling inside. She missed him already.
     As he rolled over onto his back, she turned over onto her side, laying her head on his chest and throwing her arm across his washboard stomach. He slipped his arm around her shoulders. She listened to the tidal flow of his breath and the thub-lub of his heart beating. She felt at home. She closed her eyes and smiled, totally content.
     They laid there for a while, having their usual after sex conversation, basking in each other’s company. As Oded discussed how his day went, she interjected with an occasional “that’s nice” or “um hmmm”. She slowly got quieter and quieter. When he finished, he craned his head around to look at the clock on the nightstand.
     “I think dinner should be just about done,” he announced. No response.
     “Babe?” he asked, looking down at her. She was fast asleep.
     “Well,” he said to himself, chagrined. “I guess she’s relaxed.”

The End