0 comments/ 14111 views/ 2 favorites Day At The Spa By: gwh Finally, the kids were off at school, and hubby was working. Kate hadn't had any time to herself in quite some time, and was really looking forward to her day at the spa. Never having had a massage from a man, she was rather nervous. Questions raced through her mind; was he going to treat her with respect? Would he be too rough? Was he going to be attractive? Would he keep his hands where they were supposed to be? This last question spawned another set of thoughts...what if he didn't? Would it be so bad? Maybe she was a bit tantalized by the thought that something more might develop from this. Maybe she would like the feel of a strong pair of anonymous hands rubbing her ass and nether regions. She began to feel a tingling sensation between her legs as her mind wandered through the possibilities. As she negotiated the city streets, Kate realized that the traffic lights were all with her, unusual for this time of day. The typical 45 minute ride to the spa was looking like only 20. She might even have time for a soak before her massage! Coming around the last turn, she found a parking space not even half a block from the place. This day was shaping up to be quite a good one! Kate walked through the front entrance, a big smile on her face, and said her hellos to the concierge. Confirming her appointment, she asked if there were any hot tubs available. Gina informed her that one of the elite rooms had a cancellation, and was available at the standard rate. Arrangements were made, and the concierge guided her through the glass door to a softly lit lounge filled with stuffed chairs. Handing her a silk robe and slippers, Gina showed Kate to her room, which turned out to be so much more than just a hot tub. The space was beautiful, open and sunlit from skylights above. A waterfall flowed down to a soaking pool surrounded by ferns and tropical plants. She was shown the amenities, and informed that she could make herself at home. Gina offered her the option to have her massage in this room, which she was delighted to accept. Shortly, the door closed and Kate was alone in this tropical paradise. She lingered in the private shower, which had sprays from all directions and soaps with unusual, sweet but earthy scents. The spray from the showerheads brought back that tingling feeling Kate had experienced earlier, particularly the ones directed low. Thoughts of this unknown man touching her in all the right places crept back into her imagination, encouraging her to feel seductive. She soaped herself, her hands lingering on her stomach. Working the lather into her skin, her hands traveled up her body, surrounding one breast, then the other, brushing her nipples. A warmth began to grow down below, as she tweaked and teased her nipples, feeling them become firm and aroused. She soaped her face, down the back of her neck, and pictured this handsome man fondling her nape, caressing her skin, making love to every inch of her. Tracing the soapsuds down her torso, she found the center of her desire, lips already beginning to swell, a slick moisture inside blending with the fragrant soap she applied. What began as a semblance of cleaning quickly became something much more sensuous, as fingers deftly found all the right spots, teasing a hardening nub, and sliding deeper inside. In her mind's eye, her masseur was rubbing his oils into her....all the way in. His hands warm and strong, thick with muscle, and quite practiced in the art of seduction. She began to feel a shudder deep inside as she stroked herself, slowly and evenly, imagining his fingers probing, teasing. The shudder became a shake, breath becoming jagged and heavy. Soon she was engulfed in a feeling of euphoria, the kind that only comes from certain activities, of which she intended to partake several times before her visit was done. Her mind and body settling, Kate rinsed, allowing the soap to slide down her body. She shut the water off and took the towel from its hook, wrapping it around herself. The feel of soft, warm fabric against erect nipples sent a shiver down to her groin, and she knew this was going to be a very enjoyable morning. A short walk across the smooth stone floor, and she found herself peering through steam into the pool. The trickling sound of the waterfall, placement of the foliage and all that glorious sunlight streaming through the glass roof created a feeling of being on a tropical island. She dipped her toe into the pool.....ahhhh perfect temperature, like a hot bath. Dropping the towel to the floor, she put her foot in, then the other. The heat was enough that she took a moment to accustom herself to it, drawing it up lithe legs, then stepping in a bit further. Now, up to her knees, she splashed herself gently, scooping water onto her thighs and belly. The feel of warm water trickling down her skin to her sensitized mons and lips was enough to make her sigh, as she drew a handful up and let it run over her full beasts. Her hands followed the stream, cupping, squeezing that soft, firm flesh, then tweaked her nipples. So aroused was she, that she began to feel that throbbing again. Her nipples were hard and protruding, aching and yet yearning to be pinched and pulled. Not one to hold back in situations like this one, Kate pulled and teased, bringing herself closer and closer, biting her lip, imagining her lover biting and sucking as he plunged deep into her. Her knees became wobbly as the first wave came over her. Slumping down into that luxurious water, she found a bench which allowed her to sit comfortably, covered to her breasts. When standing, she hadn't noticed the jets of water. But as she sat, it was undeniable that the tube of pressurized water pushing against her thigh felt quite nice. She maneuvered herself around so that this pulsing column was directed between her parted thighs, and began stroking herself in earnest. It began as a twitch in her belly, but grew and grew until her body pulsed in rhythm to her stroking. Her lover was now hammering into her, sweat mixing with steam, glistening off his body, water splashing between them and into her with every thrust. The twitch became stronger, moving to her gyrating hips, a heat generating from inside that moved up through her. Kate gasped as a wave of orgasm overtook her, causing her entire body to clench, and a rush in her brain. Then another wave, fingers buried deep inside being gripped tight, not wanting to let go. A third, stronger spasm forced her to moan loudly and a rush of fluid gushed from deep within, mixing with the jet relentlessly pushing its way into her. A lightheadedness overcame our heroine, along with a feeling of sublime satisfaction. She slumped back into the pool of warmth and sighed deeply, allowing herself to absorb the experience thoroughly. Shivers ran through her, trailing remnants of the orgasm that was so satisfying, creating a ripple pattern in the water that seemed to emanate from her thighs. In her distractedness, Kate completely forgot that she had originally come for a massage. This little world of steam and sensation had so engulfed her that she was unaware of anything beyond it. Looking around now, she realized that there was a massage table set at the far end of the room with soft linens and another smaller table with a candle and oils. She hadn't remembered seeing these before and suddenly became very self-conscious. Had someone been in there while she was engrossed in her fantasy? But then something overcame her that was stronger than her self-consciousness. The thought that someone had been watching, and possibly the person who would soon have their hands all over her, brought out a very animalistic craving in her. She wanted to be handled, everywhere! Every spot on her body was aroused at this thought. She couldn't remember the last time her nipples had been this erect, and that pulsing sensation between her thighs was back in full force. A gentle knock on the door brought her to her senses. She startled, almost jumping out of the pool and grasping for her robe. Confused between arousal and self-consciousness, Kate took a deep breath. What if it was some homely, creepy guy? She told herself that the worst case would be that she would get a good massage. Beyond that, who knew? Another deep breath helped calm her as she made her way to the door. Bracing herself, she opening it, and was happily surprised to find a gentleman with a pleasant face, not stunning but not ugly either. She gave him a quick once over, realizing that he had a nice physique, and had a very friendly smile. Reaching out a hand, he introduced himself as Greg. His hand was big and strong, and Kate knew that her fun was not over yet. Greg's demeanor was relaxed and confident as he entered the room. He mentioned that he was to be her massage therapist for the next hour and a half, and asked if Kate had ever had a massage before. As they talked, he headed for the table, and began arranging his oils and lotions. Again, that feeling of embarrassment came over Kate, as she realized he knew where everything was, and was probably the one who set up the table. Had he heard her in the shower? Seen her in the pool? It was impossible to tell from his comments or actions, so she decided to just let it go and enjoy herself. Trying to determine how she liked to be worked on, Greg asked about where she held tension, how much pressure she liked, and if there were any areas of her body she preferred to be left alone. To this last question, she blushed, and said none at all. The way she said it came out sounding much more provocative than she had ever intended, which made her blush even more. She noticed a slight grin on Greg's face, and heard him say something about discretion. Kate was so flustered that she didn't even get the whole sentence, but could tell from his tone and the look that he was no angel. Her embarrassment began to turn to excitement at the thought that this could actually be happening! As Greg was mid-sentence saying he would leave the room and let her get settled into the table, Kate dropped her robe, exposing her aroused body for him to take in. She sauntered sexily to the table, pulled back the top sheet, and, making sure that he got maximum view of her legs, lay sideways, rubbing a foot up the inside of the other thigh, while looking longingly over her shoulder directly at him. She couldn't believe how juiced up she was; just that movement moistened the tops of her legs, and she thought she felt a trickle running down her thigh toward the table. Sliding under the top sheet, she laid on her back, leaving herself exposed down to the hips, nipples pointing hard toward the ceiling, and waited. Greg cleared his throat, and did his best to remain professional. Approaching the table, he gingerly pulled the top sheet over her body to just under her chin. It was impossible to miss the two swollen nipples poking through the sheet, but he pretended not to notice, at least for the time being. Pulling his stool to the head of the table, Greg sat and placed his hands on Kate's shoulders. The sensation of his touch made her shiver, drawing in a sharp breath. His warm, strong hands rested there for a few moments, and she felt herself begin to calm. Eyes closed, she could feel her body settle in to the warm softness of the table. Almost imperceptibly at first, he began kneading her shoulders, first the left, then the right, then back, causing them to relax and feel heavy. So comfortable was she that when he removed his hands, she yearned for them. Through closed eyes, she felt the soft sheet drift away from her chest, then tuck in at the sides, just covering her breasts. A smell of lavender filled the space, and those warm mitts touched her naked skin, slick with oil. Mmmmmmmmm, such a sensual feeling, hands sliding down the front of her chest, stopping just above her nipples and swirling back up along shoulders and neck, resting just under the back of her head. Another pass, this time sliding under the sheet, between her breasts, onto her stomach, then back along the sides of her body, brushing against the flesh that fell away to the sides. Her nipples were ready to explode, as these hands kept circling, getting closer with each pass. Once more, and this time, Greg's hands came under each breast, cupping them, gently rubbing the folds beneath. Then sliding up over, they settled on her waiting nipples. He massaged them with flat hands first, then softly pinched each between a thumb and finger. Kate's sigh let him know that the intended effect was received. Another pinch, this time a bit harder, as the tips grew more pronounced. She let out a soft moan, and rubbed her legs together, feeling herself ooze out all over the table. Her movements did not go unnoticed, and warranted a response. Removing his hands, a fresh burst of lavender, and again that warm slickness moving slowly down the front of her body, over her belly, swirling around to her hips. Another circle passed across her mons, then down to her soaked lips. She moaned louder this time, and opened her legs for easier access. She could feel his warmth next to her face as he reached ever further down. Opening her eyes for a moment, she could make out a large, distinct bulge in his loose chinos so close to her. She thought she could smell his man smell mixed with the lavender and it sent a wave of excitement racing through her entire body. Repositioning himself down the table, Greg moved the drape lower, accessing Kate's legs, and exposing her aroused body to the warm, moist air. With a fresh application of oil, his hands easily slid along the tops of her thighs, taking in her soft, pliant flesh. Slowly gliding toward her knees onto her calves, he eventually found her feet, cupping them in each hand. He gently massaged the bottoms, feeling the tension melt away as he stroked and caressed sensually. The return trip followed along the insides of her legs, up and up and up, gently pushing them apart, opening her, exposing her wanton desire. Her hips responded by curling up off of the table uncontrollably, as a moan escaped from her lips. Her pussy longed to be touched, and her body writhed as his hands teased and stroked, sensitizing every nerve ending. She felt pulses of sexual energy beginning where his contact was, traveling through her groin and right to her brain. A mild warm, dizzy feeling began to overcome her, and every cell of her body was alive. Enjoying the effect he was having, Greg inched closer to her parted lips with each stroke, taking in the feel of her warmth, the smell of her arousal, the way her body moved under his touch. The drape pushed sufficiently out of the way, he had a perfect view of her love flower, open and slick with her juices. His erection was full and solid, and he knew exactly what to do to bring her to the brink. Another pass, and this time his hand slid right over her swollen lips, dropping just inside. Her juice flowed out onto his hand as she moaned and bucked into him. Opening herself wider, Kate's knee fell out against his rigid tool, and he couldn't help but grind into it, while his fingers found their way deep inside her. Immediately she clamped down on his hand, her breath becoming short, and her hands coming up to hold her breasts. He felt the telltale spasms from inside her body, and knew that she was having a fairly strong orgasm. Holding steady until it passed, fingers buried inside her, he wanted to ride the crest, bringing her to that state over and over. Kate looked into his eyes, that smoldering animal look that begged for more. She took his hand in hers, and began to grind herself into him, enthralled with the feeling his fingers were evoking as they slid in and out of her. Pressing his palm into her clit, she pushed up into him hard as another wave of orgasm rolled though her. Greg curled his fingers inside her soaked hole, seeking out that elusive spot that drives women wild. Ahhh....there it was, soft and receptive...pulling into it firmly, slowly, rhythmically....a little faster...harder.....Kate's body squirmed on the table, hips humping into him, juices oozing, coating his hand.....faster....harder.....her breath quickening, sheen of sweat over her entire body as her breasts heaved....another spasm shooting through her, causing her to yelp and reach out. She grabbed onto Greg's swollen rod and squeezed hard as her mind spun with ecstasy...a rock to hold onto in the crashing waves of orgasm. Now it was his turn to moan. Feeling Kate's firm grip around him sent a shiver up his spine. Greg thrust his hips toward the table, a full relief of his rigid member outlined in fabric through her fingers. Her eyes made their way down, a look of sheer lust burning a hole in his trouser. She fumbled to get to the zipper, which was pulled tight from within. It stuck at first, but then one good yank and it was down, exposing the black silk boxers beneath. Reaching in, she was met with an unbelievable heat, and the smell of his arousal, a sweet musky odor that spurned her on. She found his cock, and gripped it through the silk, stroking its length, and sighing again. Veins could be felt, and a strong ridge at the top...she pulled against this, looking up at Greg's face, enjoying the look of pleasure in his eyes. Greg undid the belt buckle and button of his chinos, letting them fall to the ground. Following her lead, he made his way toward the top of the table, his silk wrapped tool her divining rod. She pulled him close to her face, her warm breath on him as she unwrapped his meat, brushing it lightly against the softness of her cheek. Oooohhhhh so nice, the feeling of skin on skin, as lips kissed softly around the head...down the shaft...to the top of his sack. She pulled at his boxers, exposing swollen balls with little tufts of trimmed hair. Warm fingers cupped his balls, causing him to moan again, and her lips wrapped around the head. The salty taste, mixed with musky body smell, incited Kate to take more of him. She wanted to see his reaction, feel his body shake, be the cause of his helpless release when he couldn't hold back any more. Rolling onto her side for better vantage, she stroked his naked cock, pulling it further into her mouth, sliding her tongue around that swollen head. Pushing him away just a little, she took him in with her eyes; his sturdy, muscular legs, tight thighs, curls of brown hair on his belly and groin, the hard, veined column that jutted out toward her. This was someone she wanted inside her. But first, she wanted to tease him a little. Grabbing him firmly, she tongued the head, looking into his eyes, enjoying the slightly crazed look on his face. Sucking him in, more and more, until she was choking on him, then bobbing her head, fucking him with her mouth. It took all his concentration not to blow right there. The sight of her sexy body laid out on its side along with what she was doing to him with her mouth was pushing him to the brink. Deep, slow breaths. He knew this was the way to slow down the inevitable peak that his body raced toward. He reached down and found a breast, massaging the flesh softly, then tweaking the nipple gently, then harder. It became firm in his fingers, and distended. Greg's other hand began sliding down her side to the curve of her exposed hip, massaging the soft flesh there, investigating the crevasses, finding the slickness between her legs, spreading it. He brought his fingers to his lips and tasted.....mmmmmm divine. He knew he had to be in her. Moving himself away from the table, he headed toward her side, his hardness swaying as he walked. Kate looked back at him with a slutty smile, knowing she wanted the same thing he did. She pushed her ass off the edge of the table, exposing herself so that he could have his way. She felt his hands on her, a finger slide inside, then a second, and a third. Greg worked the three fingers around in her, collecting her fluids, then stroking his member with them. Shining and slick, this weapon was ready, and its target was in full view. Day at the Spa Love to hear your feedback.... * My husband surprised me with day at the Spa. Did I ever need that! I had recently went back to work after staying home with the kids until they started school and didn't anticipate the stresses of a working Mom. I called and reserved a time for a Saturday morning and scheduled a manicure, pedicure, facial and a massage. While I love being pampered-I was most looking forward to the massage! Saturday morning couldn't get here soon enough as I woke up that morning, had a cup of coffee with my husband and got the kids all squared away for the day. Figuring I was going to spend the better part of the day at the Spa-I didn't put makeup on and just through on some comfortable shorts and top with my pink matching thong and bra set before heading out. As I got there I was led into a room and instructed to disrobe as much as I was comfortable with and put on what was probably the most comfortable white cloth robe I had ever worn! Well, the manicure and pedicure were great. Very relaxing, and I could feel the stress melt away while I was getting the facial, (What is it with Cucumbers on the eyeballs!) but the massage was next and I couldn't wait. A gorgeous man approached me as I was waiting for the massage and let me know the room was ready! He introduced himself as Jason and gently shook my hand. He was one of the Massage Therapists and he wanted to explain the types of massages that they performed. He went the usual-Swedish, Stone, Deep tissue, but then he started describing the Tantric massage. Jason said it was very erotic but extremely relaxing. He mentioned that my husband had already prepaid so it was my choice. I thought to myself; why not get the Tantric, you only live once right! So tantric it was! I was a little tingly thinking I was going to get a massage by a man-but as Jason mentioned that he was still fairly new to the technique, he may need assistance from his counterpart Sarah, who had just entered the room. Wow was she GORGEOUS. Tall with dirty blonde hair, a perky chest and what appeared to be a perfectly round beautiful ass. Was I in heaven? Getting a massage by 2 Beautiful people? (more on that later as that is not quite how it happened!) Well Jason started the massage with Sarah taking a seat in the chair at the end of the room by my feet. I was asked to wear one of the black blindfold/eye covers, lay on my stomach and the massage seemed to be fairly normal. Jason's hands were masterful as I felt my whole body relaxing. I felt Jason's hands graze me across the sides of my breasts a few times (wasn't too hard since I was nude!). As he moved to my lower body he gently spread my legs a little to get my inner thighs and kept gently brushing my little cunny. I couldn't help but spread just a little further and push myself against his strong hands. He had me-no question about it. I was literally in heaven as Sarah started explaining what was coming next. I was asked to roll over (I was completely naked!) and Jason had me lift my butt up so he could place a pillow underneath my ass. He then gently lifted my head just a little and placed another under my neck. I was now completely nude fully exposed and presenting myself to them both (I still had my eye cover on). Jason expertly massaged oil onto my breast and spent a good amount of time on my nipples. God I loved that. As he was doing this Sarah started explaining that Tantric massage involves the stimulation of the Yoni (lady bits) and the marriage of personal growth and sexual health (yes I was a little confused too but it felt wonderful!). Well I felt his touch all the way to my pussy as I could feel how wet I was getting from Jason's touch and Sarah speaking to me. As Jason repositioned himself between my legs I felt warm oil been poured on my Yoni (I love that word now). I felt it dribble all the way down to my little asshole. Now Sarah started giving Jason direction on how to massage the oil into my lips as he gently pulled my pussy apart with his fingers and massaged the edges. "OMG" I was going crazy. It was so erotic being this exposed to strangers and having this beautiful man touch me like this. He went from one side to the other and I'm sure he didn't need any more oil! As Sarah started talking about the "Jewel in the Crown is the Clitoris" I almost came. But Jason kept bringing me right back down. He gently massaged my clit in circular motions and would speed up and slow down. He then inserted a finger and started moving it in circular motions too. I couldn't help but let out gentle moans and I know Jason knew he could make me cum whenever he wanted. I was in pure ecstasy at this point. I heard Sarah say that she would handle the next part. I wasn't sure what this was but I didn't care! She instructed me to turn over and this position perked my ass up high as I was still on the pillow. She then gently spread my legs exposing me to her. "I am going to massage deeper" Sarah said and all I could do was nod my head. She placed one of her hands to cup my pussy as she inserted two fingers directly into my pussy. I felt sooo full and desperate for release. She then curled her fingers downward and started to massage my GSpot in circular motions. I was now bucking wildly as I was completely out of control and entirely in hers! She then eased her fingers out and cuppped my soaking wet pussy. I felt her other hand on the top of my ass and spread my cheeks with her fingers. I then felt the most amazing thing...she started to lick and nibble on my asshole! I was in pure ecstasy! Sarah then told me that the massage requires that I orgasm and that was it-I came like I had never cum before. As she gently brought me down from my cum I was completely spent. I must have fallen asleep as I woke up some time later completely alone with the candles still burning. I got dressed and left without seeing either Sarah or Jason again. But I did leave a big tip! Day at the Spa Ch. 01 Note to female reader of Literotica: The Purplelover would love to have some feedback from you ladies, too. Remember that it takes two to tango! * * * * * Erica, seven months pregnant with her first baby, climbs from her old Caravan and looks at the expensively set Women's Spa she had just parked in front of. The Hispanic beauty is here today because her mother insisted that she needed to have a day for herself before the baby came. Since her boyfriend had left her for his sister (sick bastard) her mother had told her that this would be one of the few days that she would have for herself for the next eighteen years and that she should enjoy the benefits of a spa treatment. She enters the tall building and looks around, trying to find out where she should go. "Erica?" She looks around at the mention of her name to find a black woman filling out an employee's uniform smiling at her. "Yes?" "Hi. Welcome to the Women's Spa of Calumet. I'm Gina. Your mother, one of our regular customers, told us you would be coming." "I...I don't have much money with me..." "No need. Your mother has already pre-paid for a full day's course. And I guarantee that you will definitely love it!" With that, the woman slips her arm around Erica's ample waist and leads her to a hotel room on the third floor. "There are some clothing for you to wear in the bedroom. Go ahead and relax for a couple of hours. If you get hungry, just dial 8-9 to have room service sent. Everything is paid for, so order whatever you want. At 6 o' clock, someone will come for you and take you to the specialized spa for step one of your treatment." "How long do I stay here?" "About 24 hours. When you are not in one of your steps, you will be here. Feel free to watch TV, nap, eat, whatever it is you want to do. This is YOUR day. Enjoy." With that, the employee steps out of the room and leaves a bemused Erica to look around, wondering how her mother could afford this. The whole room is an erotic lavender/pink color. Even the furniture and the carpet echo the color treatment. At the center of the room is a 45" TV with VCR and DVD's on top of it. Next to it is a shelf full of videos and videodiscs with a combined theme of eroticism. The bedroom has a queen-sized four-poster bed layered in purple comforters and pillowcases. A huge sound system is next to the bed. In its case are CD's by Prince, Barry White, and other sensual artists. On the bed is a silky see-through robe, apparently for her to put on. Normally Erica is a shy person, but in such an erotic surrounding she quickly strips off her maternity wear and stands in the nude. She walks over to a wall-mounted mirror and stands there admiring herself. Her pregnancy has enhanced even more the exotic beauty she has naturally from being of Hispanic descent. Her breasts, full to begin with, have grown immensely. Veins have begun to become visible just below the skin, but to everyone who's seen them, they are beauty marks. She lightly traces one vein from the top of her breast to her chocolate-colored areola. The dark flesh has grown to almost cover the entire front of her boobs. And in the middle of the dark ovals are long, constantly hard nipples. She lightly squeezes one and experiences a cool shiver that travels up and down her spine. Veins have begun to become visible just below the skin, but to everyone who's seen them, they are beauty marks. She lightly traces one vein from the top of her breast to her chocolate-colored areola. The dark flesh has grown to almost cover the entire front of her boobs. And in the middle of the dark ovals are long, constantly hard nipples. She lightly squeezes one and experiences a cool shiver that travels up and down her spine. Veins have begun to become visible just below the skin, but to everyone who's seen them, they are beauty marks. She lightly traces one vein from the top of her breast to her chocolate-colored areola. The dark flesh has grown to almost cover the entire front of her boobs. And in the middle of the dark ovals are long, constantly-hard nipples. She lightly squeezes one and experiences a cool shiver that travels up and down her spine. The pleasure briefly causes her eyes to shut. Since her asshole of a boyfriend had left her she had been neglected from lack of physical contact. Being pregnant just made it worse, as her entire body is ultra-sensitive at certain times of the day. Just this morning Erica had awoken to discover her pussy plump and fully lubricated with cream. The bed underneath her had been near saturated. And her nipples had been so hard that they hurt. Opening her eyes again Erica continues to admire her body. Her stomach, once dancer tight, now stretches out nearly 20 times it use to be. She strokes her tight soft skin and traces a line that starts just below her breasts to her pushed-out bellybutton. The dark line continues past until it stops at the top of her furry pussy. For a while she stands there, rubbing her stomach, before going to the bed and slipping underneath the pleasantly cool covers. Somehow the room senses this, for the lights dim to a third on their brightness, the living room and bedroom windows are blinded, and the sound system whirs on with a Prince love song being played at a whisper volume. Just before she drifts off to sleep, a light pleasing smell wafts under her nose. The smell is sweet, like citrus fruit. "Must be...aroma...therapy," she thinks as sleep finally overcomes her. She is awoken to hours later by a gentle shake on her shoulder. She slowly becomes aware of her surroundings and looks up to see a male employee standing there nearly at attention with a smile on his face. She checks the man out as her mind awakens: 6'2"; red hair; wiry but built; green eyes; and a scattering of freckles that makes him look younger than he probably is. Realizing that she is still naked under the covers Erica hugs the m closer to her body self-consciously. "Good afternoon, Erica," he says with a slight southern accent. "I am Robert, and I'll be your spa technician for today." "Spa technician?" "Everyone here today has a spa technician. Our job is to guide you through all the steps and provide you with any answer or service you may require while you are with us." "Um...okay. What are we doing now?" Robert brings out a PDA and scans the small screen for a moment. "It is now just after noon, so we are going to head to the steamroom. If you will please don this robe, we will be on our way." Erica takes the robe and pauses, waiting for the kid (couldn't be more than 19) to turn around. He notices her discomfort and gives her a pleasant grin. "Don't worry, Erica. There is nothing we haven't seen yet. And this spa is for women only, so when we leave the room the only men you will see are employees." Still uncertain, Erica slowly slides the covers from her body and takes the robe while staring at the kid's eyes. To his credit Robert's eyes never leaves hers. When she has the robe on he leads her to the living room where some sort of wheelchair-like device is sitting. "Please sit here. Our customers are totally pampered here, so we don't allow them to walk from one area to another." She sits in the deeply padded wheelchair (or whatever it is) as Robert covers her legs with a silk sheet. As he works to secure the sheet Erica looks down at the robe. Just as she expected, the robe is translucent enough to show her exotic curves to anyone who passes her. When Robert finishes securing the sheet he comes behind the chair and presses three buttons on the handle bar. One is a motor that allows the chair to be moved easily and silently. The next one starts a gentle relaxing vibration that travels up and down her often-achy back. The last one causes heat to slowly spread in the back area of the seat. "Ready to go?" Robert asks as he aims for the door. Erica nods a nervous smile on her face. Robert pushes the chair into the hall, pauses to lock her room door, then turns right and walks Erica down the low0lit hall. Erica looks around as she is shuttled to the steamroom. Expensive looking portraits adorn the hallway's cherry oak walls. Each lamp is fashioned in an old design. Another woman turns the corner ahead of them, another young man pushing her chair. This woman was also wearing a see-through robe. Erica couldn't help but to stare at the woman's body. Large tits with huge areolas and a bulging stomach tell her that this woman too is pregnant. As they pass by the other woman, Erica looks up at Robert and asks a question. "This is what we jokingly call the Pregnancy Ward floor. Everyone on this floor is at least six months pregnant. And don't worry. We have four doctors on call at all times and four others that we can have here within minutes." Rounding the corner, they stop next to the elevators with another customer and her spa tech. This woman is an ebony beauty whose onyx skin is flawlessly presented by the standard robe. Her stomach does not look very big, but this may be due to the fact that her breasts are huge. The front of the robe is not tied together because her breasts won't allow for it. They are easily FF or larger. And the fact that they do not sag under the weight, indeed they point straight ahead from her chest, makes them seem unreal. When Erica looks up she realizes the woman has caught her ogling her massive mounds. "I'm sorry..." Erica begins as she feels her face flush crimson. "Don't worry about it, Love," the woman replies in a light British accent. "It's an every-day occurrence. In fact, just before I checked into her, a man paid me $1000 dollars just to suck on my nipples. American guys are so friendly when they see me, other than my British homeland, where they call me a freak right in the bloody streets." "I can see why..." When the woman's eyes widen in alarm Erica quickly finishes her thoughts. "...American men being friendly, that is." The woman thinks about this a moment before breaking into a smile. Even pregnant, the woman has an amazing supermodel look to her features. She extends a hand to Erica. "Nicky. Nicky McAllister." "Erica Juarez." The women talk briefly as the elevator lifts them higher in the building. At the sixth floor, Nicky is about to be wheeled out. Before the doors close she gives Erica her room number, telling her to "visit me for a spot, eh Love?", before the doors shut and they continue their trip upwards. On the ninth floor, Erica is wheeled to the steamroom. Robert helps her stand and opens the door for her while instructing her on what to do. "You are scheduled for a steambath for twenty minutes, then a mudbath, a shower followed by a milkbath with eucalyptus leaves, then a wax job, finally finishing up with a spice oil rubdown massage before we return you to your room for a brief nap, followed by a dinner buffet and leisure time before your final return to your room, where we will allow you to..."pick your poison", so to speak." As Erica enters the room she can just make out other women in the thick steam. She slowly removes her robe, hangs it on a plastic hook, and tries to locate a shower head. When she finds one Erica sits in front of it and presses a green button on it. She is immediately enveloped in a forcefully warm "shower" of steam that nearly puts her to sleep. She leans back, letting the steam flow through her thick hair and massage her scalp, face, and body with invisible warm hands. For the next half-hour she relaxes under the pleasurable swirl of steam. Her body is covered in a veil of sweat that causes her dark skin to glisten in the dim lighting. All too soon, though, her tech comes into the room and brings her back to reality. "Sorry I'm late, but you seemed to really enjoy this." The woman smiles lazily as she rises unsteadily to her feet. When she begins to fall back Robert easily slips his arm around her (brushing one hard nipple in the process) and keeps her from hurting herself. As soon as they leave the steamroom Robert slips the small robe back over her shoulders and wheels her to another room. Here, he gently lifts the woman from the chair and disrobes her again. Erica, still slightly groggy, looks around confused before remembering her schedule. "Mudbath?" she asks. "Uh-huh. The ingredients aren't simply dirt and water, but don't ask me to explain cause I'm a bit lost on it myself. Suffice to say this is one of our more popular stand-alone treatments. The mud is heated to 90 degrees, so it will feel like a warm wet electric blanket. The tub has a vibration machine, so don't be alarmed by the vibration you may feel. With that, Erica is lowered into the reddish mud. She immediately feels the mud soothing her body like the steam shower, only 100-times more intensely. Within minutes, Erica is sound asleep. "Miss...?" Erica, with great difficulty, opens her eyes to find Robert smiling over her. "Enjoy?" he says as he takes her hand and gently pulls her to her feet. "Amazing,"Erica replies dreamily. She is taken to the shower area to rinse the mud from her body. As the mud slides from her body Erica strokes her smooth pussy absently, feeling how the first two treatments have softened her skin and have made her clit pop from underneath its hood. When Robert suddenly appears Erica stops, though reluctantly. Robert isn't fazed at all. Some of the women he had looked after had come on to him after just one step in the treatment, so this wasn't very unusual. Hell, some women old enough to be his mother had given him blowjobs as soon as he introduced himself. "Are you ready for your next treatment?" Erica nods, not really thinking of what her next treatment will be, but rather when she can get a moment alone with the young stud. To be continued... Day at the Spa Ch. 02 Chapter 2: The Continuing Treatments Note: Sorry it has taken so long to continue this story, but it's been a hectic time! And thanks to a certain lady who emailed me with glowing praise about the story! This is definitely for you! * Erica is still half-asleep, and horny as hell, when Robert turns the chair into her private room and helps her to the bed. She quickly and easily sheds the robe and slips into the surprisingly warm covers. "Um...Miss...?" Robert begins. Erica grudgingly opens her eyes to find something in Robert's hand. At first she thinks that it is a vibrator. This thought quickly jumpstart her hormones. As her eyes focus she realizes, a little disappointed, that it is merely battery powered clippers. "You are a hairstylist as well?" she asks quizzically. Robert smiles as he pulls a chair up to the edge of the bed and slowly rolls the covers from her body. Erica is still wondering what is going on when Robert lightly grasps her ankle and slowly yet firmly pulls it towards him. "This is your Cleansing treatment, where I remove any...unwanted hair," he explains with a sly look. Erica quickly helps Robert get her into position now that she knows where this is going. It has been a long time since she has had her pubes shaved. In fact, it used to be one of her boyfriend's favorite thing to do to her. And every time he had shaved her, the bastard had immediately gone down on her exposed pussy, driving her crazy by nibbling on her swollen clit. As this memory goes through her head she suddenly clamps her previously open legs shut. "Is something wrong?" Robert asks, concerned. Erica shakes her head, embarrassed. She slowly lets her legs fall open, her eyes locked on his. She watches his reaction as he places a small clip lamp on the headboard of the bed and studies her pussy. As expected, his eyes grow noticeably. Erica has always had a large clit. Now that she is pregnant, though, it has grown even larger. IT easily slides from the hood and comes to notice, glistening with her juices. To his credit, Robert quickly recovers, becoming professional once again. He lifts her hips and slides a warm towel underneath her to catch any stray hairs. As he bends forward the man catches Erica's heated scent that sends urgent messages to his already half-hard muscle. Erica, meanwhile, is loving the attention, the handling, she is getting beneath her waist. It has been a long time since anyone had touched her thighs, her ankles, her knees, anything(!), in a long time. Every touch sends a spark to her neglected pussy, whose lips are opening and plumping up like the petals of a flower. Once she is in position Robert clicks on the clippers, which emit a deep-throated hum. He begins cutting just underneath the bulge of her stomach, the balding clippers easily and quickly gliding over her skin leaving a smooth stubble-free surface of tanned latina skin. Erica is enjoying this immensely, the slight vibrations making it hard to breath and her hands to unconsciously clench the bed covers. It feels as though every hair is connected to her clit, and that every snip of the clippers is a electric spark to her quickly moistening latin flower. Her nipples, hard as diamonds anyway, were starting to hurt with the delicious throbbing pain. Suddenly, the pleasure skyrockets as Robert's fingers touch the outer folds of her hyper-sensitive cunt to cut the hairs there. The vibrations from the clippers seem to fly through the air straight to her sexual center. Robert can see, and smell, the effect he is having on the beauty. Her strong spicy aroma is having the same effect on him as the clippers are on her quickly shorn puss. When the clippers are turned off and Robert briefly moves away Erica is at once relieved and disappointed. That is, until he returns and begins to clean her up with a hot, wet towel. She can't help but to moan as the wet heat hits every exposed nerve-ending on her pubis mons. This ends far too soon for Erica, only to be replaced by Robert's hands massaging body lotion into her now hair-free skin. He pays special attention to the small area around her engorged clit, causing the helpless beauty to shiver and arch her back in abstract pleasure. In her pleasure she fails to notice that he is slowly positioning her onto her hands and knees until her ass is in the air. On one hand she desperately wants him to fuck her. Now! On the other, she wonders if this is wise or even professional. As Robert continues to massage the lotion onto her mound he squirts some on her butt. With that he begins to work her plump ass cheeks in slow firm circles. He works from the top of her ass to just above her knees, sometimes stopping to tickle the back of them. By now Erica is totally given to his amazing skill with his hands. When he pulls her up into a sitting/kneeling position she complies with no hesitation. He lifts her arms above her head and begins to massage her sides with a firm stroke and finger roll massage. She lets her head loll back and her eyes roll into her head and his hands come over the front of her body. He rubs her sternum, circles around her full breasts to meet up underneath them, to smoothly glide over her taut tummy and back again. The third pass over her body, he changes tactics by going between her breast on the way down, gently cupping them at the bottom. By now, Robert's chin is resting lightly on her shoulders and she has circled her arms around his neck in total luxury and pleasure. They are almost like lovers now, each reveling in the other's pleasure. DING! Erica is slow to realize that the massage has stopped and that Robert is gently laying her down. She looks up as he covers her with the electric blanket (that's why its always warm!) And says,"I will be back in two hours for your next treatment. Please use the time to rest." With that he backs out of the room and blows a playful kiss to Erica, who is already halfway asleep. And through a combination of still being worked up and the electric blanket making it too warm to sleep, Erica is awake and lounging in the overstuffed massage lounger and watching TV. Or, more precisely, she is looking in the basic direction of the TV. Her mind is still adrift from the massage she received and her right hand is absently stroking her smooth pussy. Suddenly inspired, she moves to the bathroom and sits in front of the full length mirror with her legs open. Next, she does something that had never crossed her mind to ever do before: she begins to check out her puss. She had never done anything like this before, yet she is immediately turned on by the contrast between her tan caramel outer lips and her glistening pink inner sanctum. She clenches her muscles, watching how her pussy responds in the mirror. Next, she extends a finger and lightly strokes her clit, causing it to extend from her hood as if it were actively seeking her attention. Not a problem, as she rocks lightly back and forth from the waves of pleasure her finger is causing. In her mind she is watching as Robert demonstrates his oral technique on her wet slit, his tongue diving in and turning up on the roof of her vagina, hitting that spongy spot that soon has her seeing stars and leaving a wet spot on the tiles. He continues, dropping a couple of centimeters to lightly lick at her anal ring. Her brown hole spasms from the sensation as she suddenly begins to press her finger in, imagining that its Robert's tongue instead. Though she had never had anal sex before, Erica is going nuts from the newfound pleasure this is giving her. She adds another finger, then another until she is moaning loudly with three fingers opening her ass like never before. She can feel a climax of hurricane strength begin from her spine and suddenly begins to shoot waves of pleasure from her ass and pussy combined. She drops onto her back, the cold tile shocking her back to normal. She just lies there, recovering from the mind-blowing orgasm she just had, when she hears the door unlock and open. "Ms. Erica?" Shit!, she thinks as she tries to get to her feet. Robert finds her in the bathroom washing her hands. As he leads her to the mobile chair again he can't help but notice the scent of sex in the bathroom and grins. Apparently, things were right on track. "So," Erica asks as they exit her room again. "What's next on the menu?" "A little group thing that I'm sure you'll enjoy." With that they get onto the elevator and ride down to the basement. As soon as the doors open the humidity hits them. "This whole floor is a sauna," Robert explains. "Probably most of our clients are here today. Now because of your condition, you are limited to 90 minutes here. And if you feel faint or bad there is a cool room with ice water or tea through that door. Any questions?" Robert takes her robe and leaves for the elevator. Erica looks around, trying to find anyone in the almost blanket thick steam. As she goes deeper into the room Erica begins to make out other women. The first woman she makes out clearly is definitely not on the Maternity Ward floor. Only 5-feet or something, this woman is like a doll or something. Just perfect. Curly red hair, a scattering of freckles around her cute B-cup strawberry-tipped boobs, flat tummy, shapely hips, and thin legs that end in little dainty feet. The woman seems to be checking Erica out as well. Or at least her breasts. "Your knockers are awesome!" she says in this tiny voice. "Can I touch them?" "Uh..." Erica begins, but its already unnecessary. The young woman, probably only 19 or so, is already gliding her hands over Erica's sweaty breasts. She is paying close attention to Erica's nipples. She lightly squeeze them until the pregnant woman can barely stand it anymore. Then, she pops one into her mouth. Erica's breath shivers from the feeling of the red-head's soft wet tongue whips over her hard flesh nubs. And when she begins to lightly bite them with her small teeth its all Erica can do to stop her knees from knocking. She is really getting into this when a familiar voice pipes in. "Oh, Love, you are finally here!" Erica opens her eyes to find her friend from earlier, Nicky. And to her delight, the black British woman is just as devestatingly lovely standing up as she is sitting down. In fact, she looks even more like a model with her long onyx legs and perfect features which seems heightened by her pregnancy. The red-head looks over at Nicky and gives her a playful boob squeeze. "I see you've met Brenda," Nicky coos as Brenda continues to give both women some attention. "Lets go over to the couches," Brenda suggests, as she grabs both women's hands and leads them away. Continued Very Soon... Day at the Spa Ch. 03 Day at the Spa - The conclusion "The couches", as Brenda calls it, is actually a private room set in a corner of the basement steam room. The walls are painted a deep lavender and though it is steamy in here as well, it is also cooler. Also, sitting in the middle of the room, is the only furnishings there; a huge couch covered in clear plastic. Nicky leads Erica to the couch and positions her sitting on the couch with her legs hanging off the edge of the cushion. Brenda quickly joins the latina on the couch and begins to passionately kiss the relaxed woman's full lips, her tongue probing Erica's own. Erica loves the new feeling of kissing another woman, marveling in the differences between her kisses and the men she has kissed before. With the guys, kissing is mostly a "get-it-out-of-the-way" thing, while the redhead is really into it. As she is kissing Erica, Brenda is massaging the back of her neck with barely there touches, causing her to moan into the kiss. While the attention is off of her, Nicky has slid onto the couch on the other side of Erica and, lifting the woman's unyielding arm, suddenly begins to lick her lower arm. A sudden gasp and goose bumps popping up tells her that Erica loves the new attention. The Nubian beauty traces her tongue down Erica's arm, slowly moving towards her armpit as Brenda switches from Erica's mouth to her boobs, sucking one engorged nipple, then the other. Erica can only lean back and revel in the extreme pleasure she is being given. Her eyes are closed and every now and then when one of the ladies hit a very sensitive nerve sparks dance beneath her eyelids. Just when she can't believe it could get better than this it does. Someone's tongue begins to aggressively swipe itself over her wet wet pussy. Her legs instinctively cross over the back of whoever it is working her feverish cunt. She struggles to open her eyes to see who is giving her such pleasure. It takes her a moment to realize that it is a man between her legs. With a start she looks around to see that Brenda and Nicky have been replaced by two other men. The ladies are on the floor, each being serviced by three men themselves. Brenda has one guy on his back and is deep-throating his engorged cock, her lips coming up to reveal a thick veiny dick with an angry red helmet before she sword-swallows him again, her lips tight around the base of his pole. Another guy is licking her tight pink asshole with her hips in the air and her face on the other guy's dick. And the third guy is sucking her toes, lashing them with his tongue. Closer to the couch, Nicky is on her back. The first guy is between her legs, fucking her with long slow strokes. Erica can see how every time the guy pulls back Nicky's plump lips pull out with it, as if reluctant to let go. She can also see Nicky's huge clit riding the top of the man's pole, his veins sending sparks through her hole. The second man is carefully straddling Nicky's breast with his ass over her face. Nicky's thick firm breasts are coated with lubricant and makes a perfect train tunnel for the guy's 10 inches. Even fully seated the guy's dick doesn't fully cross through, never appearing on the other side. Nicky is playfully massaging his butt with a smile on her full lips. The third guy is stroking his cock with some of Nicky's long black hair wrapped around his tool. Both women are having the times of their lives with this unique encounter. Erica's view is blocked as "her" guys shift around. She is lifted into a doggie style position on the couch. One guy, a black stallion with a dick that looks more like a club, slides under her and begins to rub the head of his cock over her juicy cunt lips. Erica shivers with just the thought of how his cock in going to feel in her neglected puss. Suddenly, there is a slight push, then penetration in her backdoor. She panics, thinking that her black stud is about to make a VERY painful mistake. She relaxes, slightly, when she sees that it is actually another guy, a blonde surfer dude looker, who is smoothly fingering her anal passage. He gently pushes his finger further in, liking how Erica's tight sphincter threatens to bite it off. Erica's eyes are tightly shut, her concentration on the finger in her ass. Not painful. In fact, there seems to be a warm spot starting to spread from her virgin area. There is a pause, then another finger is inserted. Erica is so into the pleasure it takes the guy holding his dick right in her face a moment to get her attention. Finally, her gently places his hard throbbing head against her lips and gives a gentle push. From his point of view, it is an highly erotic sight. Without opening her eyes, the latina beauty opens her lips and begins to slowly take him in, her full brown lips gliding over his swollen organ. Her tongue swirls around the head and flickers in his penis tip, making him want to jam himself all the way to the back of her throat. She reaches up with one hand and begins to play with is nuts like Ben-Wa balls. Suddenly, a groan, long and strong, vibrates from her throat and over her tongue. It feels almost like being erotically electrocuted to the lucky bastard who has to struggle to keep himself from popping too soon. Erica's groan comes from a combination of her "butt-boy" bringing in a third finger and her "fuck-toy-boy" sinking half of his battleship into her waiting quim. Her "fuck-toy-boy" can't believe how tight and hot the latina's pussy is. She has near virginal tightness. And the fact that her pussy is massaging his pole only adds to the pleasure. He lets her sit for a moment to adjust to his size. Then, once she has started to wiggle for more, begins to fuck her with slow steady strokes, going deeper each time. As he fucks her, the man begins to suck her eraser sized nips. He looks up to watch her sucking on the guy behind the couch, her throat and cheeks working to suck to cum from his nuts. From behind, the guy working her ass is now satisfied that she is ready. He grabs her hips to stop her slight up and down motion on the dick under her and positions his well lubricated dick to her receptive anal tunnel. When his head touches her ass, it clenches briefly. He slowly but firmly adds pressure to his dick until the head pops in. All action pauses as he pushes a quarter, then half, of his cock in. Erica can barely breathe with the pleasure/pain of having a well-endowed cock up her pussy and half-way in her ass. The pain, however, is quickly becoming a pleasure that will become addictive in the near future. A micro-orgasm rockets through her as the pain is replaced with a deep yeaning for more. Both men feel this at the same time and begin a rhythm of alternating. When one seats her puss, the other unseats her ass, and vice versa. Erica is in constant euphoria as her orgasms begin to ebb and flow one on top of the other. By now, the one Erica is blowing is near the end. Her expert blowjob plus her moaning-humming in addition to the volcanic sight has him on edge. He begins to pull back when Erica gently yet firmly pulls him back by the balls, deep throating him easily. Erica feels the cock in her mouth begin to swell even more, the head almost completely blocking her air, yet she continues to suck him, wanting, needing, his cock to splash his load into her belly. The background noise is also putting pressure into his loins: the sounds coming from Erica's stuffed holes, her friends' whimpers and orgasmic releases. And then it happens. "Oh, shit!" he gasps as his cock spasms once, twice, then double-taps before shooting a jet of hot cum to the back of her throat. This is followed by a triple-shot of espresso as Erica takes his full load. Each time he shoots a load, Erica can literally feel it flow from his balls through his cock and into her mouth. Her tongue is right on the underside of his dick, firmly in contact with his cum tube. The feeling is so overwhelming to the guy that he doesn't lose any hardness. This encourages Erica to continue sucking him off. He has to stumble back after a few intense seconds of the woman sucking on his ultra-sensitive cock. He watches as Erica swallows the last trace from her tongue with a smile which turns to an orgasmic grimace as the fuckers race each other to the finish line. Each man has gotten a bit more aggressive in his fucking, no longer concerned with rhythm. Sometimes Erica is empty, both cocks on the edge. Other times she is full beyond compare, both tools filling her holes at once. Within minutes, the one in her ass is near the finish line. He feels her anal passage milking his deeply buried tool with urgency. With one final lunge, he buries himself in her ass and lets loose with hot streams of cream. This sends the one in her pussy over the edge, as he can feel the other guy's cock pulsations through the thin membrane separating her ass and cunt. He shoots a quart of cream deep into her pussy, sending Erica over the edge into a Grande Mal orgasm that leaves her feeling completely satisfied and drained. The three of them just lie there a while, recovering, before her anal knight pulls his drained dick from her ass with a wet plop and walks out, but not before giving Erica a kiss on the cheek and a playful smack on her ass. Then, her riding toy rolls her gently on her back and gives a nip one final suck before he, too, leaves. With the last of her strength, Erica looks out over to her friends, who are asleep on the floor with light covers over them, then drifts off to sleep. The next day Erica, with a newfound energy, new clothes, new hairstyle, and a new outlook on life, leaves the spa. And she already has a plan to return once she has delivered. Another satisfied customer! Day At The Spa He directed the head between her swollen lips and let it rest for a moment, getting comfortable. A gentle pull, and it was lodged in her clit...back and forth, teasing her lips and clit, causing them to open for him. Kate began humping her hips back against him, her whole body swaying on the table, wanting him inside her so bad she was almost ready to beg for it. Greg was willing to oblige, and directed himself into her. Ooohhhhhh so good, that first feeling of being engulfed. Again, he needed to stop and breathe, calming himself, pulling back from the brink. Kate let out a loud groan, soaking up that feeling of being thoroughly stuffed. She was so excited that there wasn't the least bit of resistance, and she pushed herself back as far as she could go, taking him in fully. They began thrusting in time, a slow steady rhythm at first, then picking up speed and enthusiasm. That tingling from before was starting to build again, as her body banged back against his. Her hand instinctively found its way to her clit, and she began stroking in time with the thrusts, ever heightening her excitement. More in control now, Greg reached around her thigh and lifted it, opening her, and giving himself leverage. He could see his hardness sliding between her full, pink lips, balls slapping against her, shaft disappearing and reappearing as they marched closer and closer to the brink. Kate held on to the table, her body beginning to give over to the heat that was slowly engulfing her; warmth in her pussy, finding its way to her belly, thighs, chest, nipples...colors flashed before her eyes...red, then orange and yellow...she felt light and floaty, as the energy continued to build inside. She heard herself moaning and cussing, words she didn't usually say, like someone else was saying them. Harder and harder, their bodies crashing into each other, the table shaking with the impact. Then it hit, like a bell ringing inside her. She let out a wail, and her entire body spasmed, rippling from her center out, intense heat and joy and light. Again and again, with every push, building and building, until it was so intense she thought she might pass out. So enraptured was she that she didn't notice that Greg was also exploding, first inside her, then on her ass, again on her leg....hot, stringy shots shooting out from the end of his purple, spasming cock onto her creamy skin. He held it tightly in his fist, wiping it against her thigh, spreading his jism, pumping into her flesh until the last drop released. They rocked together, merged in a connection that felt wonderful; intimate, lusty and exciting. Greg leaned over and kissed her on the lips, sending electric waves through her, causing her body to convulse. His hands on her skin sent similar electric impulses as he brushed them lightly up her back, down her arms, onto her hips.... mmmmmm... down her legs. Her body was completely alive with sensation. Kate slumped back onto the table, spent from the morning's activities. Closing her eyes, she wanted nothing more than to doze off. Greg removed a warm towel from the warmer, and gently wiped all visible remnants from her skin, then covered her with the drape and a blanket he had stashed under the table. Tucking her in, he gave her one more kiss on the forehead, and told her to relax. She fell into a comfortable sleep, dreams behind her eyelids of passionate lovemaking and steaming hot water. When she woke, the room was quiet. There was no sign of Greg, only the warmth that still remained in her belly. She took a quick shower and headed out, glowing, to return to reality.... until the next time.