Self Care

How I ended up there is a story for another day but what I can tell you is that she said she needed 'self care'
 
'What exactly is self care?' I asked rhetorically
 
'well today has just been a long day, so please just take a seat over there'
 
She left the room to go shower
Leaving me sitting there
Her bedroom just turned into a waiting room.  
'No magazines' I jokingly pondered
I guess it's just me and my own thoughts
 
She walked back in, paying no attention to my presence.  
She had a command over the room
You could tell she was used to being in charge
Though covering nothing  
Nothing about her seemed bare
She was dressed in confidence  
 
A moment ago I was lost in my thoughts  
Yet by walking in she got my full attention  
I didn't say anything, I just knew that if I spoke now I'd say something awkward
 
There she was calm as ever
She walked to her dresser
And took out a bottle of oil
She opened it, proceeded to lie on her bed
Then started applying it on her body
 
'wouldn't it be better to moisturizing whilst standing or seated' I thought to myself, oh but I was missing the point.
 
I've been left to my own devices for too long
 
Slowly she rubbed the oil on herself
Making sure to feel herself up and down
Each drop of that oil had a purpose  
Each hand had a direction  
Thighs, Torso and bust
Eventually were all glistening  
Enhancing the bronze of her skin
 
She brought a pillow closer to her
And let her head lie on it
She closed her eyes
And just started touching her breasts
Slowly playing with them
Then let out a long breath
 
Her left hand still on her breasts area,  
Her other hand moved down to her stomach. Then her sides and each hand was then in motion
Inhaling and exhaling deeply and slowly  
She was feeling herself all over
 
Still seated there, I knew I wasn't needed
 
Then her hands reached down to her thighs. Still gentle with herself, moving slowly yet avoiding her nether region.
 
She opened her eyes and for the first time since entering the room looked at me. I couldn't help but stare.  
 
'well this is self care' she uttered
 
Reapplying the oil she started touching herself. Opening her thighs to make sure I had a full view. I saw her smirk a little right before lying back once again.
 
The geek in me couldn't help but think:
'she probably knows the difference between a vulva and a vagina'
 
She wasn't just playing with herself
She was actually pleasuring herself
The energy in the room was just commanding
it was slowly becoming vulnerable  
I don't know if she was intending to put up a show
 
Yet there she was eyes closed  
and rubbing herself  
She played with her clit
Then touched around her slit
Slowly and gently  
Then go back up
 
Letting out another breath  
Then a moan
 
She put a finger in
Then later two
 
She was very gentle with herself  
But out of the blue
Started fingering herself really quickly  
Then slow down
Play with herself slowly  
Then quicken the pace again  
 
She turned to her side and just continued with her session  
No longer caring about  
what I could or couldn't see
 
I'll let you imagine the rest
 
But once she was done  
She had tears in her eyes
 
I was only a spectator that day
And I could only thank her  
for letting me see that