Timestamp: Spring 78, 513 AV
The whore was sitting upon the small of his back; just before his flesh-covered bones slid into a supple curve which gave way to the lower portions of his broad form. Her tail bone was wedged comfortably into the narrow chasm cast by his form, her body as bare as her latest patron's own. Her hands were pressed into the center of his back, her weight sliding down the length of her arms into each of them. Shoulders curled forward as her body leaned into the slight brushes of her hands, each sliding up the length of either side of the man's spine.
Thankfully, he wasn't given to sweat, even in the candle-lit room. Upon a bed with red silken sheets. Fabric which tickled the underside of Aislin's toes as they pressed against it, and her bent legs, his side. Holding her patron firmly in place.
As she straddled the marginally older man, she whispered, "do you like this?" only to receive a slight nod. This, the whore scarcely paid attention to as she continued to slide her hands up the length of the side, than out to either shoulder, and then back down. Concentrating on her work and less on the man's appearance. He wasn't awful, all things considered. But, he was bad enough. With dark brown skin, and a little too much weight around the middle. Curly red hair, and horrid stubble around his chin. Dark green eyes. Foresty in a way, and more like olives in another. The black kind more so than the green. If that made any sense at all.
In any case, Aislin was thankful he wasn't too old, and wasn't sweating. She hated when they sweat. But, that was all a distraction, wasn't it? To keep her from thinking about what she had to do with her hands, if he wanted a happy ending...
The girl's fingertips found the top of the man's spine. The knots between the bones. She slid her hands up, into the first of many. Applying pressure before releasing, and moving onto the next one. Repeating the process there before continuing down the length of his spine, and then back up again. At which point she pulled her hands back, and paused.
"You said you wanted oil?" Aislin inquired, to receive another nod from her patron. "Very well, give me a moment," she said, as she rose from the bed and padded over to a nearby table where a small burner was resting. Over which there was a small bottle of massaging oil. She reached for this, not fearing the heat of anything other than the burner.
When she grasped it, the whore smiled and stepped away. Moving back to the bed, and asking her patron hold the bottle while she settled back into place. "I'll take it now," Aislin whispered when she was situated.
He handed it over.
After which point, the whore poured the warm contents of the bottle onto the man's back. He hissed, drawing air in through his teeth. Whoops, the whore thought to herself as she placed her hands atop the warm oil, and began to spread it lazily over his back. No pattern to their movements, before she returned to the motion of hands sliding beside the length of her spine. Sometimes twisting so that they could press his skin into it. Over it, before moving it back. Letting it flow with her.
"How does that feel?" Aislin asked after a while spent doing this.
"Better now," the man said, a smile crossing his lips. "But you no what would be better?" he inquired.
The whore shook her head.
"Why don't I show you?" he went on, as he turned a bit and then reached up for her. Grabbing Aislin's shoulders before pulling her down, rolling over her so that he was on top, staring down at her unadorned body.
The whore had a funny feeling she wasn't going to like this...
The whore was sitting upon the small of his back; just before his flesh-covered bones slid into a supple curve which gave way to the lower portions of his broad form. Her tail bone was wedged comfortably into the narrow chasm cast by his form, her body as bare as her latest patron's own. Her hands were pressed into the center of his back, her weight sliding down the length of her arms into each of them. Shoulders curled forward as her body leaned into the slight brushes of her hands, each sliding up the length of either side of the man's spine.
Thankfully, he wasn't given to sweat, even in the candle-lit room. Upon a bed with red silken sheets. Fabric which tickled the underside of Aislin's toes as they pressed against it, and her bent legs, his side. Holding her patron firmly in place.
As she straddled the marginally older man, she whispered, "do you like this?" only to receive a slight nod. This, the whore scarcely paid attention to as she continued to slide her hands up the length of the side, than out to either shoulder, and then back down. Concentrating on her work and less on the man's appearance. He wasn't awful, all things considered. But, he was bad enough. With dark brown skin, and a little too much weight around the middle. Curly red hair, and horrid stubble around his chin. Dark green eyes. Foresty in a way, and more like olives in another. The black kind more so than the green. If that made any sense at all.
In any case, Aislin was thankful he wasn't too old, and wasn't sweating. She hated when they sweat. But, that was all a distraction, wasn't it? To keep her from thinking about what she had to do with her hands, if he wanted a happy ending...
The girl's fingertips found the top of the man's spine. The knots between the bones. She slid her hands up, into the first of many. Applying pressure before releasing, and moving onto the next one. Repeating the process there before continuing down the length of his spine, and then back up again. At which point she pulled her hands back, and paused.
"You said you wanted oil?" Aislin inquired, to receive another nod from her patron. "Very well, give me a moment," she said, as she rose from the bed and padded over to a nearby table where a small burner was resting. Over which there was a small bottle of massaging oil. She reached for this, not fearing the heat of anything other than the burner.
When she grasped it, the whore smiled and stepped away. Moving back to the bed, and asking her patron hold the bottle while she settled back into place. "I'll take it now," Aislin whispered when she was situated.
He handed it over.
After which point, the whore poured the warm contents of the bottle onto the man's back. He hissed, drawing air in through his teeth. Whoops, the whore thought to herself as she placed her hands atop the warm oil, and began to spread it lazily over his back. No pattern to their movements, before she returned to the motion of hands sliding beside the length of her spine. Sometimes twisting so that they could press his skin into it. Over it, before moving it back. Letting it flow with her.
"How does that feel?" Aislin asked after a while spent doing this.
"Better now," the man said, a smile crossing his lips. "But you no what would be better?" he inquired.
The whore shook her head.
"Why don't I show you?" he went on, as he turned a bit and then reached up for her. Grabbing Aislin's shoulders before pulling her down, rolling over her so that he was on top, staring down at her unadorned body.
The whore had a funny feeling she wasn't going to like this...
