When he is done, I let him sit behind me in the lounge chair in our garden. I pretend to read while he gently massages my neck and shoulders.
I let his hands stray to the sides of my breasts and a few times he has even gotten me so turned on that I allow him to caress and pinch my nipples.
Meanwhile, I can feel his stiffness, encased in my panties, pressed longingly against the small of my back.