Not at all, baby!

"Thanks," you tell her. "But I think that it's your turn." She smiles and kisses you before turning her back to your hands.

You begin rubbing her shoulders, removing the spaghetti straps of her nightly lingerie to allow yourself better access to her tensed up areas (among other things) and begin kneading her soft, firm flesh. She's been lifting weights again, you notice slyly, as you begin to remove some of the build up from her daily workouts.

She moans contentedly as you work down her back, following the spinal column and working the muscles quite softly. You reach over her shoulders to get the chest muscle, and let your fingers dance right over the to of her firm breasts. Her breathing goes a bit ragged, but she says nothing to dissuade you or to encourage you.