A massage.

You told Jane that when you get back to the hotel each evening after the long day at the conference it's your mistress's job to help me relax and unwind. That's why you brought lots of coconut oil (that could double as lube - not that her pussy needed the help normally, but her pussy isn't the only thing on your mind).

I pulled a jar of coconut oil from a bag and explained how it's supposed to feel very good on the skin. Since it's a hotel room we could get very, very messy with it - using extremely liberal amounts on our bodies. Of course this would mean, I explained, that we would need the cleaning lady to come by tomorrow to change the bedding despite Jane's clearly diligent efforts to keep the place clean herself. "The bathroom is so spotless you could eat off of it," I offered with a wry smile. Jane brightened as we remembered her lapping my cum off the floor last night. She had told me before that sometimes when she was aroused she'd do things that normally she could never see herself doing. I had a way of bringing this out of her.

Jane asked if I were still tense from my long day as she slowly unbuttoned my shirt. She pulled my undershirt over my head, slid off my belt and with a little help pulled down my slacks and boxers.

"Close your eyes and relax, Mr. Smith," Jane urged. She turned down the lights and put on some background music.