I immediately applied a good portion of my shower gel to my sponge again and held the light blue ball out to Mayu. Perplexed, she looked at my hand, but still held out her hand questioningly and hesitantly and took it from me.
"Could you soap my back?"
"Uh-yes, of course!" she shot out like a pistol.
"Just your back, no other parts of your body," I couldn't stop myself from saying.
"You're going to drive me crazy today," she moaned theatrically.
Would it be immoral to wish that I was playing the leading role in her head movie right now? But it was too bad that it was only going to be what I had asked her for. So now it was me who turned my back on her.
"I'm doing something with you," she said, embarrassed, and felt her put the sponge on my shoulder blade and start soaping my back.
"Lots of exciting events and thoughts," I allowed myself to mention.
"Very funny," she mumbled, although I could have sworn she rolled her eyes.
I, on the other hand, closed mine and enjoyed the tenderness she put into her actions. Until the moment she carelessly dropped the sponge into the water, knelt down and began to stroke my shoulders with her palms.
"Don't you have any pain with these tensions?" she asked in horror, a worried undertone creeping in, "you can even feel it through the sponge."
"It's not tension," I dismissed and got goose bumps.
I hadn't had such a touch in a long time...
First, she stroked my shoulders simultaneously and forcefully, exerting even pressure on her palms, which glided generously over my very tense body parts.
"No way", my beginning masseuse contradicted me and continued to apply a lot of pressure, "I'll massage that away now."
Well, that sounded like music to my ears.
Her sensitive stroking was immediately replaced by a gentle pressure massage, whereby she intensified the movements of her thumbs at certain points. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up instantly, while a shiver ran down my spine. That alone felt incredibly good and pressed my lips together.
She exerted even more force and now concentrated more on her fine work with her thumbs, which took care of my tensions. Just so that it slipped past the pain threshold, because admittedly I had gathered a lot of tension in the meantime. And by God, she was good at it.
She massaged powerfully over my shoulder blades up to my collarbone and back again at the same time. I was allowed to enjoy this pleasure a few times before she immediately moved both hands to my left shoulder to pounce on it completely.
She massaged and stroked my skin with almost kneading movements and took care of my muscle, which was in desperate need of being so well taken care of.
I struggled to hold back a suppressed groan, but I would have loved to show how much I enjoyed it.
"Does it hurt?" she wanted to make sure - apparently I did let out a deep exhalation.
"N-no," I murmured contentedly, "that's perfect."
Encouraged by her good deed, she continued her kneading, which literally took my breath away. I tilted my head to the side, which prompted her to take even more tension into her orbits.
Was it five minutes or even more that she had spent on one side? I don't know, but she had just changed sides and started to gently stroke my skin with her warm palms again. The goose bumps she gave me had no intention of disappearing, on the contrary - they became much stronger.
Here, too, I put my head to one side right from the start and enjoyed this heavenly pampering to the full, which she gave me so sensitively.
When this side also seemed to have warmed up enough, her sensitive stroking turned back into the massage that had just been on the other side. Exerting force and pressure, still careful not to hurt me, she increased her intensity from time to time and got to grips with my tensions.
Every now and then, a contented sigh escaped me, which I no longer tried to suppress. It simply wasn't possible.