You Relax Me Real Good (Episode 6, Partners series - Big Bear)

Transcript

As you listen to this audio roleplay, I invite you to use headphones and imagine yourself as the main character of this story. Good morning, baby. Sure, of course you can.

Have I ever said no to being the little spoon? Especially when we're both naked? What's that? Yeah, I hear it.

It sounds like it's going to be a rainy day at the resort. You know what that means, right? Well, I was going to say sleeping in and brunch, but sure, you can do some of those rainy day activities too if you want.

No, not right now though. Later, after the sleeping in and brunch part. No, I'm too tired.

It's not time for more dancing yet. No, I need rest, hydration and sustenance before I can do that again. I just want to relax.

The bed is so comfy and you're so comfy, pressed up against me like that. Oh yeah, you think you can relax me real good? Oh yeah, how so? Oh, you're just going to love on me and I can choose whether to fall asleep or stay awake? Yeah, that sounds like you want to hump my leg while I try to fall asleep.

Oh, I see. You want to relax me and love on me by running your fingers through my hair and scratching my head a little? Yeah, I do like that.

Yeah, it's very relaxing. But I will definitely fall asleep though if you keep doing that. Is that the plan? Right, right, you're just loving on me.

My choice if I want to stay awake or fall asleep. Got it. Oh, and now you're nuzzling into my hair.

Yeah, you like it? It's the shampoo I got here. The scent is heavenly, isn't it? I can't remember the name of the flower, but apparently it grows locally.

You should try it. The conditioner is especially lovely. Yeah, I love it when you do that.

When you start to kiss my neck like that. And my ear. And my ear.

Oh my god. When you whisper in my ear like that. There, I think you're trying to stir up trouble.

Yeah, yeah, you're right. I'm definitely starting to lean on the side of staying awake. But I don't know how I'm going to manage.

I'm just so tired. Oh my god. Oh yeah, yeah, keep whispering to me.

Tell me what you want to do to help me stay awake. Oh my god. Yes, yes, you're convincing me.

I do want to stay awake. Oh my god. So, how will you make me stay awake exactly? Oh, really? Lucky me.

But I don't know, that sounds like a lot of effort. I know, I'm just really sleepy, you know? And I don't think I can work that hard.

Just lie here and let you love me? Yeah, again, that just sounds like you want to fuck me while I sleep. Oh, is that right? This is about relaxation, not sex? Uh-huh, sure it is.

Yeah, what you described when I asked you how you will make me stay awake sounded less spa and more relaxing. More brothel. What's that? You promise this will relax me deeply? Yeah, I know what you mean by deep tissue massage.

Yeah, yeah, you like all the happy endings. Oh yeah, you know how to press all of my reset buttons and get me right back to factory setting? Yeah, yeah, I bet you do.

Sure, sure, I'll humor you and see where this goes. Yeah, yeah, let's see if this is worth staying awake for. Yeah.

As we spoon here with you behind me, your fingers brush gently through my hair. It sends tingles along my scalp. You nuzzle and softly kiss my neck.

This sends tingles down my body and into every part of me. You begin tracing your fingers from my head, down my neck, along my back, down my spine, and back up again. Oh, and now you're moving along my side, your fingertips contouring the curves of my body like a river curving through a canyon.

First over my shoulder, along the edge of my chest, just catching the side of my breast. And then down and up the curve of my waist and my hips. Ah.

Ah. The brush of your fingertips feels like electricity crackling over my skin, and it surges directly into all of my erogenous zones. Everything in me is awake now.

Ah. Ah. I feel your hand slide down my thigh with a little stronger pressure.

And at the same time, you press your groin into me a little harder, too. I push my backside against you in response, feeling how wet you are against my ass. Oh, God.

I'm anticipating this to be one of our typical morning quickies. I'm expecting you to either slip into me from behind or to reach over and finger me from the front. But I'm caught off guard.

Instead, you suddenly growl, passionately pull me towards you, and kiss me lustfully on the mouth. You roll me over onto my back and pin my arms to the bed behind me as you lie on top of me. The surprise on my face is clear.

You ask me if this is okay, and I nod yes, because I'm still a little stunned and can't form actual words. You growl again. I am completely overcome by the hunger and desire in your wild bear eyes.

You start to laugh and say you've never seen my eyes light up like that before. And then you bring your hand to my chin and push up to close my mouth. As you say, I don't think I've ever seen your jaw drop like that before, either.

You whisper into my ear, let me relax you, baby. And my muscles loosen as I let go of tension and sink into the bed from the weight of you on top of me. You sit up and kneel onto your heels as you straddle me, and then reach over to the side table and grab my water bottle.

As you unscrew the lid and hand it to me, you say, you need to stay hydrated, drink up, this is relaxation step number one. You gently lift my head up and pour some of the water into my mouth. It is incredibly refreshing.

You then take a few large gulps of water yourself before screwing the lid back on and placing it back on the bedside table. You then open the drawer and pull out a small container. As you open the box, you say, relaxation step number two, you need sustenance.

You reach into the container and pull out a berry. I realize that it's a huckleberry. Oh my god, you found huckleberries? Really? Wow, you asked the chef at the resort if they had some? Holy shit, baby, that's awesome.

God, I love you. You are so fucking romantic. Yes, yes, I would love you to feed me some huckleberries, big bear.

You feed me several berries, one at a time, and let me savor each one slowly. They are tart and juicy. And you eat a few yourself before putting the box back in the bedside table drawer.

You catch me by surprise when you suddenly lie on top of me again and kiss my mouth again and pin my arms to the bed once more. You catch me by surprise when you suddenly lie on top of me again and kiss my mouth again and pin my arms to the bed once more. The tangy taste of the berries on our tongues is associated with all the times we have played sex games with huckleberries before.

And we're both so turned on by this flavor. It tastes earthy and primal and lustful. Okay.

You push up from laying on top of me and sit back onto your heels, motioning for me to stay lying down on my back but to bend my knees up in front of you. You grab our travel blanket at the end of the bed, reach under my lower back and lift me up so that you can place the blanket beneath me. You lovingly place me back down upon it, first my back and then my ass and then my feet.

You lean onto my bended knees propped up in front of you and reach over to the bedside table again, this time for our bottle of massage oil. You pump a little into your hands and begin to rub and massage my calf muscles with your big, warm, silky hands. You lovingly press your thumbs into my tender leg muscles and begin to ease away the soreness from all that dancing last night.

Oh, baby. Oh, it feels so good. Yeah, it feels great.

Yeah, it feels great. You pump a little more massage oil into your hands and then you gently take my right foot and lovingly press your thumbs and soothe away the tension in my ankle. Oh, yeah.

And in my heel. Oh, that feels great. And along the arch and sole of the foot.

And along the arch and sole of the foot. And at the base of the toes. That's tender.

Yeah. And all the way up to the tips of my toes. You bend my right leg again, placing my right foot back on the blanket.

You then take my left foot to massage it with as much care and tenderness as you did my right, bringing relief first to my ankle. And then my heel. And along the arch and sole of the foot.

The base of the toes again. All the way to the tops. All the way to the tops.

Oh, yeah, that's nice. Again, you lovingly bend my left leg and place the left foot onto the blanket. You pump a little more massage oil into your hands.

You take your big hands and start to caress my outer thighs and place your chin on my knees and you kneel forward. At first you gaze at me with wondrous adoration as you stroke my thighs. That exaggerated cartoon twinkle in your eye that is both cute and intoxicating at the same time.

Especially as your hands and fingers send shivers and ripples from the epicenters where your hands and fingers slip and slide along my outer thighs. But your stare quickly gets playful and you squint your eyes and smirk with glee as your hands slide down my quads and towards my hips. And reach under me along the sides of my waist.

And toward my backside. You grab my ass cheeks with unexpected enthusiasm and a very loud growl. Hello there.

Oh, baby.