do you easterner? Pull back on the heel lifting up, first. Then slip the boot off." Following instructions, the boots slipped off as effortlessly as gloves. He wore no socks, accounting for the deep calluses even on his high arches.

Arising from the chair, I stepped to the side of the bed to pull away the snaps on his plaid shirt. Helping him out of his sleeves, I had my outstanding 6' 2" trophy of masculine form naked at last. My still unsatisfied tensions building again, I could hardly believe my good fortune. I was suspicious of my own senses. I wondered if I was not becoming captive to some false apparition from hell, come to tease me and punish me for my many past lecherous corruptions. Gathering my wits, I ordered him to turn over on his stomach and splay himself spread-eagled on the middle of the bed. Enjoying one last chug from his beer bottle, he obeyed my command as I slipped off my sandals and kneeled on the side of the bed next to him. My fingers struggle at the keyboard as I recollect this erotically visual moment. That I could have such a statuesque corpus so trustingly at my disposal exceeded all my wildest fantasies of sexual rendezvous. I had had the presence of mind to bring my fragrant body oils with me in my satchel and I brought them with me into the bedroom. I splattered out a couple of shots of fresh wintergreen onto the palms of my hands, and rubbing them between my palms I started to work on his thick neck.

Kneading out the stiff knots, he murmured through his increasing comfort, "That's nice, Blonde." Low soft moans accompanied the pressure of the palms of my hands. To give this model of Michelangelo come to life a deep penetrating massage seemed to me at least as pleasurable as receiving one. Warm supple well-exercised flesh and bone would greet my palms and fingers with every touch. I was so overcome with the sensuality of the applications that I could not resist bending over from time to time to kiss, lick, and nibble at my subject, who only seemed to enjoy the experience even more. Massive broad shoulders swept down to a lean and awesome back which itself sharply angled to strong narrow hips. Down from the small of his back, pillows exploded to shape small but sharply rounded ass cheeks.

The way these bubbling buns would unendingly rapidly clench and relax was a performance worthwhile in its own right. Part way down superbly conditioned thighs; dark brawny mats of hair swathed a graze nearly down to his ankles. From time to time, I would dribble little puddles from my beer bottle on his person. The combination of the odors from my oils and the crisp brew created a surprisingly refreshing and sociable fragrance. I found as I would knead and press against firm thighs, my hands would press back up to his billowing ass. Of all his dynamic musculature, his ass was the most delectably flexible. I could not help myself from burying my face to kiss and nibble about the available folds of flesh there. I played with those supple cheeks, opening them just at the point where an old saying declares that daylight seldom shines. Revealing his puckering posterior opening, it was as if a sweet rosebud was winking at me. My face level with all these prizes, I thrust out my tongue tip to flick about, probe, and taste this region.

I was