I opened the drawer and pulled out the bottle, pouring a little of the sweet almond oil into my hands and warming it up. I placed my hands on her shoulders and starting massaging them. "Between swimming, and working with the kids, you must be exhausted. I thought a little massage might be nice. I can stop if you want."

She moaned. "Don't stop! That's wonderful."

I massaged her thoroughly from head to toe and back again. On the second pass, I worked deeper, kneading her muscles, searching out any tension spots. The oil was perfect, slippery and sexy, wonderful smelling, and getting absorbed into her skin so easily. I...