A full body massage/grope session.

Bill laid his hands on Amber's face, feeling her smooth, hot forehead and perfectly trimmed brows. He felt the furrows of her brow, her sculpted cheekbones. As he ran his finger across her lips, her hot breath reminded him that she wasn't real.

"React as though you are a barely-conscious lust animal, as though you exist purely as a reaction to sexual stimuli."

Bill put his hands on her jawbones and traced his fingers across the delicate curve of her clavicle to rest on the upper part of her chest, the weight of her breasts only registering faintly as a faint tension in the skin. She moaned softly and tilted her head up, eyes closed.

Her hands came to his and pressed the them against her breasts, grunting when they made contact. She licked her lips and opened her eyes. They were icy pools, dark and impenetrable save for a glimmer of lust like the moon reflected.

She arched her back and reached out for his face before he commanded her to stop. Amber fell onto her back limply. Her hand still clutched his to her chest.

He took it back and looked her over. He lightly stroked her right nipple, instantly aroused as it hardened under his touch. He felt their heft, the fluid way they spread out under his palms. He traced his index finger up and down the space between them. She silently watched the ceiling.

As he felt the skin of her left shoulder he realized something. "You don't have any armpit hair."

Amber gave no response. Bill laughed and continued his exploration of her body. He pressed softly against her biceps and forearms. Her fingers gave no resistance as he ran them across his face. After a time, he gently replaced it and repeated the process with her other arm.