It had been a long and stressful week at the office for her. It was her first week back working in person and her boss had been hounding her to complete a big project which had finally wrapped up around 2 AM on Saturday morning. That night, after she had enjoyed a well deserved nap, I invited her over for homemade pasta and wine to celebrate. A celebration of a hard week accomplished. No pretense of any extracurricular activities.
As I dropped the penne into boiling water I looked around for something to set the mood before she knocked on my door. I flipped on some instrumental jazz and popped open the nearby cabinet that usually contained my candles. Not a candle in sight and no time to go to the store. Guess we will have to go without.
My attention swung back to the stove as the water boiled over causing steam to push out into the kitchen. I reached over and turned down the temperature and the steam subsided. As I emptied the red sauce into the sauce pan and set it to simmer I remembered that I had a second stash of candles. Well…they were recently purchased massage candles that I kept in my secret stash, but they should work all the same. I quickly retreated to my bedroom closet and emerged with two vanilla scented “candles”. As I taste tested the now ready pasta I heard a knock at the door.
I turned off the stove and waltzed over to the door. I slung it open to reveal her peering back at me on the other side. Exquisite and dressed fashionably as always, even after a long week at work. Her rose red lipstick popped against her elegant, but daringly short, cream colored bodycon dress. Her feet adorned with elegant black flats with a gold medallion on the toe. She slinked into the room and settled into a bar stool letting out a muted relieved sigh.
I quickly plated her pasta with the candles flickering nearby at the end of the bar. She dove in immediately and began devouring her bowl. It was clear that she had not eaten all day. I made my way around the end of the bar and embraced her shoulders from behind and began to gently massage her. She pushed her bowl out in front of her and tipped her head downwards towards the counter and moaned joyfully. I could feel the tension she had built up over the week in her shoulders. I traced the outline of her spine, and the golden zipper of her dress, as my hands descended further downwards to her tailbone before rising again over the crest of her hunched shoulders.
I leaned in and nibbled on the base of her neck as I continued to work her tight shoulders. She moaned, this time indicating her pleasure with the ever intensifying proceedings. My hands once again descended down her back with my index finger wrapping firmly around the zipper. I revealed her delicate lacy black bra as her dress fell from her shoulders and slumped around the barstool. The tip of my tounge delicately traced the path of my hands against her bare skin. I gingerly unclasped her bra and she sighed as I released the tension of her straps. I kissed her bare back passionately as she leaned further forward and slipped her right hand beneath her dress as her moans increased in volume and rhythm.
As I continued massaging her shoulders with my left hand I reached with my right for the candles I had lit 30 minutes before. She lifted her head slightly in apparent concern as I brought the candle towards me. I tipped the candle forward slightly drizzling melted wax up and down her back. She shivered in enjoyment and reached more aggressively with her not so incognito right hand. My hands criss crossed her back working the malleable wax across her athletic frame as my hands worked deep into her muscles. “Oh my god.” She exclaimed as she flipped her right cheek onto the countertop revealing her panting breath and bright red face. She reached up to brace herself with her left hand as she bit her lip.
To be continued…
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/nx7583/the_candles_are_dual_purpose_mf_part_1