8 comments/ 38438 views/ 3 favorites Outside Interests By: curl4ever A warm thank you to my volunteer editor, Asylum Seeker, for his time and patience producing a polished version. I apologize for any errors I might have made during my final revisions. "Welcome to Eastern-Western Spa Massage. How can we help you?" Paul knew that announcing his true intentions would get him thrown out or arrested. He looked at the stunning receptionist behind the glass window. A bulletin board displayed the same options as his last visit, with some allowance for inflation over several years. "Sixty minute massage," he answered. "Very good, sir. Please fill out the medical form." She handed him a clipboard with a familiar form. The important and scary part was at the top. Writing his real name and address had been nerve-wracking the first time, but now it gave him a sense of security. They must have had some amazing database to screen clients, since they'd never had trouble with local police departments. The rest of the form required consenting to medical treatment and a statement of risks. After he handed the clipboard back under the glass, the receptionist said "Please wait for a moment while I file this." She returned in less than a minute with a more relaxed smile. "Do you happen to recall your last appointment and who your therapist was?" Paul answered "About six years ago. It was with Jordan." That knowledge was used as a password to confirm that he was indeed a return client. He was sure they used photos as well, but couldn't see an obvious camera. The receptionist handed him the returning client flyer and had a much more relaxed and cheery tone. "Here is our list of options." The list was quite similar to his last visit, again with somewhat increased prices. Paul decided to pass on the hot tub and other exotica. In the second section was listed the options for therapist attire. "Full nude," he announced, and handed the paper back to the attendant. He removed several large bills from his wallet and passed them under the glass as well. "We should be able to take you in just a minute," she replied, and he sat down to peruse the collection of magazines on the table. Moments later, the receptionist opened the door with the stock phrase, "Right this way, sir." She led him to the interior waiting room, where four women in white medical coats waited. Aside from looking far better than ordinary medical assistants, they had their coats unbuttoned a bit further than proper for a doctor's office. He was disappointed to see that Jordan was not among them. He immediately ruled out the one that was as thin as a runway model with obviously bleached hair. Another two, one tall, one petite, seemed to have the unnaturally precise cleavage of implants. The remaining woman was just his type; brunette, very pretty, and with an honest face. She moved as though she had an athletic body with very nice, completely natural curves. "Hi, I'm Paul," he said, stepping forward to shake hands with this classic 'girl next door.' "I'm Cindy, pleased to meet you," she answered in a pleasant voice. "Please step this way, you'll be in Room 4." As they entered the room, she continued in a lower voice, "Jordan is a very good friend of mine. She decided to move nearer to her family in Colorado, but we still e-mail each other, and she's doing well. If you'd like, I'll tell her you said hello." "Thanks, I'd like that." "Please take off all your clothes and lie down on the table. I'll be back in a few minutes." Despite the background check, he knew nothing more would be discussed until he was naked. It was an additional, customary, but ineffective precaution against undercover cops. He complied, looking around the room as he undressed. The wallpaper was a calm, green jungle print that coordinated well with the wicker furniture. A speaker in the ceiling piped in gentle rainforest sounds. Aside from a chair and clothes rack in the corner, the only furniture was a sturdy massage table in the center of the room covered with a white sheet. After hanging his clothes, Paul stretched out on his stomach. He used the next minute to enjoy the calm and relaxed atmosphere until Cindy knocked on the door and re-entered. "I just need to confirm some details of our session. You've paid for a 60-minute, full nude massage. You are aware, I presume, that all of our massages start with a table shampoo? Are there any other details we should discuss before starting?" "Well," he replied, "As the session progresses, I might want to extend the time by a half-hour or so." "That would be fine with my schedule, sir. If you wish, you may put on this robe to walk to the shower room. I'll notify the office and be back in a minute." Paul climbed off the table and into the comfortable white robe. With a smile, he noted that the quality had improved from terrycloth to the type of square-knitted cotton found in exclusive hotels. He sat in the chair and waited. He could feel his accelerated heartbeat as the adrenaline of temptation won out over the lingering doubts in his mind. Again, a knock on the door sounded before Cindy re-entered. "Right this way," she said, leading him down the corridor to the shower room. The room had a very different appearance, still peaceful, but more masculine in colors. The tile on the walls was almost Moorish or African and gave the appearance of a courtyard rather than a modern shower room. There was an elegant teak grate covering the entire floor, and while Paul could see the telephone-style shower head on its flexible hose, the rest of the plumbing was out of sight. "After you take off your robe, you should lie on the table on your stomach." Paul hung the robe on an elegant teak hangar, climbed up on the padded vinyl table, and positioned his dick so he would be prepared for the inevitable erection. Cindy stood casually to one side of the table and began unbuttoning her white lab smock. Paul had always loved this phase of the experience. Watching women undress with a sense of innocent openness was much more arousing to him than a brazen strip tease. Cindy finished removing her outer garment, revealing a petite, athletic silhouette. He smiled at the artificial number of layers she still wore as a consequence of the undressing options menu. Her shimmering white camisole swelled outward over a nice bosom and tucked down to a pleasantly slim waist. Her short slip showed off very shapely thighs. Without making her moves overtly showy or aggressive, her casualness made the disrobing extremely sensual. Paul had to rock his hips to the side to let his dick expand. Cindy pushed her slip to the floor, revealing a white garter belt over white panties. As she peeled the camisole over her raised arms, Paul was entranced by the sight of her trim midsection. Her white bra barely covered her nipples, which were clearly revealed through the thin fabric. Seeing the natural curves of her décolletage made him happy about his earlier deductions. Next, she sat on a side stool to remove the stockings, flexing and stretching her shapely calves in the process. Standing again, she removed the garter belt; it joined the rest of her lingerie on the hangar. Facing Paul, she unhooked the back of her bra and slipped off the straps while holding the cups to her breasts with her forearm. She cradled each cup in one of her hands and made direct eye contact with him to watch his reaction as she slowly tipped the cups down to let her breasts spill out and be revealed. His broad smile reassured her that he was quite satisfied. He drank in the sight of her breasts during the natural and sensual motion. Her breasts were not overly large, but full and youthful. The top slopes of her globes relaxed into a less-constrained convexity as the bottoms flared achingly outward. Her nipples were delicious nubs perched on the mound of her dusky areola. Together they shifted downward in the delicious proclamation that this was a real woman rather than a carved plastic doll. Finally she pulled the tiny thong over her hips. She slid it smoothly down her legs and off her feet. As she turned to place it on the impressive pile of insubstantial garments, Paul caught a glimpse of her incredibly delectable ass. Pausing for a moment as she turned back to face him, she let Paul soak in the view of her exposed center, revealing a neatly trimmed, tiny square of short curls above her shaved lips. Breaking the spell, she reached to turn on the shower and adjusted the temperature. After asking if it was comfortable, she rinsed Paul from the neck to his toes, reminding him to move carefully since the table would now be extremely slippery. Using a fragrant body wash from a pump, she lathered her hands and proceeded to soap Paul. He was pleased for the moment that she didn't try to make conversation as the relaxation finally started to seep into the knots in his shoulders. While this was just a prelude to the real massage, she did use the time with the slippery shampoo to start making a dent in the tension in his muscles. Her expert touch, soaping and rinsing, progressed seamlessly from neck and arms to waist, then starting again at his feet, traveling up the back of his legs until kneading his glutes. She asked him to turn over, reminding him again to hold onto the edge due to the extreme slipperiness of the table. He had forgotten just how slippery, though, and was forced to grab her hand to avoid sliding off. The calm strength of her fingers in response to his frantic grasp was unexpectedly reassuring. Once safely on his back Paul noted that his dick, while not yet rigid, had expanded fully enough to not make him feel inadequate. Her complete casualness put him at ease as she repeated the soaping procedure down to his waist and then up to the top of his thighs. Pausing, she recited the magic question, "Now, sir, are there any areas I might have missed?" He answered by taking her hand, placing it on his growing member, and saying "Please, call me Paul." "Mm. Thank you, Paul," she said as she gently lathered his thick pubic curls, full-sized shaft and sensitive balls. "Ready?" she asked. "Actually," he replied, "I'd like to return the favor and shampoo you." "Ah," she said with smile of surprise. "Thank you. What a nice treat." As they carefully switched positions, she pulled her hair up into a towel and wrapped it around her head. Paul drank in the sensual experience as his hands glided over the graceful curves of her back. He massaged gently and asked to make sure the pressure was right. Her body was toned and it was a delightful experience to massage her shapely legs and tight tush. "Let me turn over," she said, as she swiveled her hips, sat up, and stretched out on her back with considerably more grace than Paul had managed. The wondrous sensation of her skin was more than Paul had anticipated, and more than once, he bumped his stiffening cock on the shampoo table. Her curves were delightful to look at, and more delightful to hold as he first lathered the soft pillows of her breasts, and then the achingly tantalizing mound between her legs. Their only conversation was a contented "Mm" as her nipples peaked when he returned to them after stroking her legs. "Is there anyplace I missed?" he asked with a smile. "Oh, no," she replied. "You covered everything quite nicely, but I think this would be more fun back in the other room." As they dried off, Cindy shook her hair from the towel causing it to gently cascade over her shoulders. After donning robes and gathering up her clothing, they returned to the first room. As they removed and hung up their robes, the sight of this beautiful woman made his cock twitch happily. He stretched out on the cloth and a moment later her fingers began to knead his shoulders under a layer of warmed massage oil. "I can still feel quite a bit of tension in your shoulders," she commented and asked "Shall I work on that some more?" "Sure," he answered, feeling the knots slowly dissolve under her touch. "It's nice to have a regular customer back; any special occasion?" "It's a long story, but the introduction is that sex has always been a problem in my marriage. Sara and I did make out while we were dating, but she always said she wanted to save intercourse until we were married. On our wedding night, though, she completely freaked out and it took over a year until we finally did it." "You poor dear!" Cindy exclaimed as she kneaded down along his spine. "How did you survive?" "By coming here," Paul said with a wry smile. "I had denied myself for so long while dating Sara that I just couldn't take it anymore. About a month after the wedding night disaster, I came here in an attempt to convince myself it wasn't my fault. Jordan became my confidant and my release. She actually gave me some good advice for how to ease through Sara's anxieties. It took months of patience, but we finally consummated our marriage and I've been faithful to Sara from then until today." "Sorry about bringing up the memories," Cindy apologized, working on Paul's thighs. "Jordan was always extremely good with understanding people, and her nursing training probably came in handy with the advice. You don't have to tell me what changed today." "I'd rather get it off my chest," Paul replied. "I had become too wrapped up in my job and gotten completely out of shape. About a year ago though, I finally started working out and lost about twenty pounds." "You look good," she interjected. "Thanks, but I'll bet you say that to all your clients." "No, it really is more of a pleasure to work with guys who aren't overweight," she explained. "Sorry for interrupting. You can get back to your story." "I'm finally starting to get some definition back into my muscles and get a little sense of pride and satisfaction. Last night I was sitting on the floor with my arms propped up behind me. Sara was sitting in the chair next to me and touched my arm. She said she felt 'an egg' in the back of my arm. I said it was just my triceps - it's not one big muscle, it has three small heads. She insisted it felt weird, like my grandmother's arm after she ripped a tendon. I said it seemed to change shape smoothly as I moved, like it should. She said it was different than the other arm. I said maybe my right arm is just stronger than the left, and I wish all my muscles would pop out that prominently. She said I should have it looked at." "Hmm. I'm actually trained as a physical therapist. I think the similarity of our backgrounds was one reason Jordan and I were such close friends. I'll look at it if you want," she offered. "OK," he agreed, straightening his elbows and tightening his arms. She felt his triceps on both sides, and then asked him to relax while she felt again. "It feels fine. Your tendon might be a little longer on the right side, making that muscle bunch up more when you flex. That just gives it a little extra definition, though. It looks good." "Well, thanks. Sara's final words were, 'not cool.'" "I can see that would be extremely frustrating, but everything seems fine, and you look pretty buff compared to most of my clients." "Flattery will get you nowhere," he laughed. "I'm serious," she insisted, returning to massage his glutes. "You would be surprised by how out of shape guys let themselves get, and then, because they're not getting dates or getting hot with their wives, they come here." "Tough job," he sympathized. "Not bad," she said. "I try to look past the occasionally rough exteriors to find the nicest parts of everyone's personality." "I can tell," Paul responded. "You seem to have a very nice heart." "Thank you," she answered with a smile. "Are you ready to turn over?" "Yes, indeed," he said as he rolled onto his back. She massaged his pecs and repeated her message, "You've got nice muscles. I like a guy that works out and can keep up with me." "What type of exercise do you prefer?" Paul asked. "I do a bit of everything," she laughed. "I have dumbbells at home for my workout videos. When the weather's nice, I go swimming. When I'm mad, I use the stair climber until my butt burns." She punctuated the expression with another musical laugh and started rolling the front of his thighs with her gentle but insistent fingers. "We should work out together sometime," he offered. "I'd like that," she said, looking directly into his eyes. Breaking the connection after a moment, she paused, seeming reluctant to step back into reality. She wiped her hands with a disposable wet towel. "Now, is there any place that I missed?" She smiled as Paul again took her hand and placed it on his cock. It had gotten a bit smaller during the conversation, but this was her area of expertise. She took a bottle of water-based lube, warmed some in her hands and worked her fingers around his shaft. She slowly stroked upwards, lingering around his tip before returning to the base. He stiffened rapidly to her touch, feeling the tightness in his shaft as he reached his full length and circumference. Her fingers slowly danced and then almost strummed his rod. The bulbous head of his cock swelled and a drop of his pre-cum emerged. He closed his eyes to savor this moment, trying to get as much satisfaction as possible from the incomplete act to come. A moment later, he was shocked to feel Cindy's breasts rubbing along his chest. His eyes flashed open to watch her dueling with him nipple-to-nipple, in a competition clearly won by her tightening cylinders. She kissed along the arc of his neck, and then turned his head to nibble on his earlobe. Still slowly sliding her breasts along his skin, she whispered in his ear again with sex dripping from every syllable. "You had me hot and ready with that shower. Feeling your muscles left me wanting your body and your heart. Are you ready to deliver?" "What?" he asked in surprise. "Since it's our first time, I didn't think..." "Any friend of Jordan's is a friend of mine," she countered in a throaty whisper. Without even waiting for his reply, she rolled a condom onto his throbbing cock. "How do you want me?" "You are so gorgeous that I want to see you on top," he stammered. "Nice choice," she purred. "You haven't been ridden until you've had me in the saddle." She climbed up to the table, and then swung her knee across Paul so she straddled his hips. She rose up on her knees and took Paul's cock in her hand. Fully rigid and pointing firmly at his belly button, she gently angled it away from his body and guided it to her center. The mere sight of this beautiful woman sent pulses of pressure to his tightened balls. He watched her full breasts sway gently over him as she lowered herself onto his aching rod. She began to swivel her hips with the fluidity of a belly dancer. He gasped as the stimulation focused on the base of his cock, causing it to throb in a way that made him want to arch his whole body into her. The visual artistry of her trim, undulating midsection added to his excitement. He felt the familiar rise of semen from his balls, and just as he was on the verge of exploding, she shifted rhythm to stroke along the full length of his shaft. Just as his head was about to pop out of her canal, she tensed her muscles to hold him in and pulled his cock upwards. Once, twice, three times she tugged gently upwards, triggering gasps from the overwhelmed man. Finally, when he had returned to the edge of orgasm with the new set of sensations, she delayed him again by shifting to the slow, smooth strokes of her pussy down his entire length. This time, he was so aroused that the second time he reached her full depth, he climaxed with a shout, sending a spurt of semen bursting out of his rod. The second contraction started before the first was even finished, combining their intensities. The third contraction left him completely spent, and he collapsed under her triumphant hips. Outside Interests As she slipped her pelvis off his still-rigid member, she whispered in his ear, "That was a fantastic fuck. I can't wait until next time." "Next time?" he protested weakly but with a smile. "I'm not sure I will even recover from this time." By the time he returned from his shower, she was in her medical uniform. They made small talk as he dressed. As he was leaving the room, she handed him a discretely vague business card, "Here is a card with our hours and a private website. You can phone or e-mail to arrange appointments." As he took the card, she gave him an unexpected, sly wink. Turning the card over, he saw in very light pencil, barely visible against the threads of the elegant paper, a phone number, prefaced by the words, "my cell, M, T." ***** Three weeks later, Paul called the number on the card at nine a.m. "Hello," came the pleasant answer, a bit out of breath. "I hope I'm not interrupting," Paul replied. "Not at all, I'm just finishing on the treadmill." Cindy's voice paused as Paul lingered with that mental image. "I've been watching for your number on my caller ID, thinking maybe you didn't figure out the 'M, T' on my note." "That was fine, but I had to think some things through and wait until the right Monday or Tuesday." "I'm glad you called. Are you busy these days?" "I spent this whole weekend trying to get in one lousy workout, but kept getting interrupted for one task or errand after another. Finally, Sara exploded and said, 'Choose now, you bastard! Your stupid workout or me!' I came up and did the chores. I didn't want things to get irreconcilably bad before I had time to think." "And?" Her question hung in the air. "I think I want to find out if you'd still like to get together for a workout." "Mmm. That sounds like a nice start." "I don't know if you've ever been to the new spa resort on the mountain," he offered. "I went there last week and the gym and pool are unbelievable. It's very casual and very private." "Sounds nice." "Would you come with me?" "Yes," she answered. "Today?" "Yes," she answered with increasing enthusiasm. "Now?" "How about in an hour?" she countered. "I can pick you up," he offered. "I'd rather drive myself this time," she answered. "One hour?" "One hour." ***** The spa complex looked quite impressive from a distance, commanding the hill like a castle. As she approached on the access road, it became simply spectacular. She could make out a large building that must be the hotel portion, with an obviously trendy restaurant on the first floor and a wickedly advertised nightclub in a separate building. To the side, an unbelievable outdoor climbing wall towered over the gym building, which was connected to the main building by a glass structure that appeared to house the pool. Passing up the valet parking for more privacy, she parked her car between a German luxury sedan and an outrageous British sports car. She slung her gym bag over her shoulder and walked toward the main entrance. As she walked past a lush garden, she saw Paul sitting with a newspaper and a coffee and walked toward him. Uncertain of what protocols fit the situation, Cindy gave Paul a 'friends meeting for a drink' kiss on the cheek and sat down. "I wasn't sure you'd be here," he said. "I wasn't sure you'd be here," she answered. "Friends?" he questioned. "Definitely," she replied. "More than friends?" he inquired hopefully, upping the ante. "Not just yet." "Sounds like a good balance," he commented as he relaxed. "That's my preference, too." After a pause, he continued, "Come inside. You'll love it." The entrance was completely striking, consisting of a glass atrium with plants and a waterfall. "The gym is this way," he motioned, taking her arm in an informal and comfortable manner. He placed enough cash on the counter to cover a typical gym's monthly membership for a half dozen people. The receptionist responded sweetly, "If at any time, you wish a tour or individual attention from our personal trainers, just stop back here at the desk. Locker rooms are to the right." "Meet you here in five minutes?" he asked. She nodded and entered the women's door. The cheery room had pastel prints, live plants, and lockers that looked like stylish European furniture. She changed into a trim pink workout top and shorts, not frumpy, but not too flashy. She placed the rest of her clothing and tote in the locker, and set the electronic choose-your-own combination. She couldn't resist a look around and discovered that the changing area connected to a women-only hot tub, sauna, and steam room. She stepped out of the locker room to see Paul reading a bulletin board. Gazing appreciatively but discretely at her outfit, he commented on his reading. "The pool is in use by a water aerobics class now, but open swim starts in an hour. I hope you brought your suit." "I did, in fact," she smiled as they walked towards the large, bright, open room. The layout was extremely inviting, with areas for machines, mat exercises, and free weights transitioning into each other in a way that made a consistent whole rather than segregated areas. She was pleased to see that some of the buff guys were on the mats using exercise balls and some of the strikingly hot women were at the free weights. "We should do it all, but we have to start somewhere," he suggested, and gestured toward a slightly raised area with the largest collection of aerobic equipment Cindy had ever seen. The hour passed in a blur for Paul and Cindy. They trotted together on adjacent treadmills and then moved to the weight machines. They shared stories of their school days as they did too many sit-ups, and then finally spotted each other on the free weights. Cindy was impressed by Paul's calm and peaceful demeanor. He seemed to love working out, but as part of a lifestyle, rather than some compulsive gym-rat mentality. Paul was impressed by Cindy's graceful, athletic moves, and willingness to try anything. Finally they ordered a blended fruit concoction at the juice bar and poured it into two separate glasses to share. "I've never seen anything like this," Cindy exclaimed, drinking in the view again. "Wait until you see the pool," Paul responded. "Meet you in ten minutes." As he saw her approaching the pool, he decided that she had excellent taste. Cindy had changed into a white bikini that perfectly complimented her figure and her tan. "This pool is lovely," she said, admiring the sunny greenhouse filled with tropical flowers. "I'll give you the underwater tour. Jump!" Paul directed, taking her by the hand and diving off the side. They splashed in together, breaking the surface at the same time, laughing like kids at a summer swimming hole. Paul kissed Cindy on the lips, for longer than he had planned. He pulled away and blinked, then invited her for a swim around the complex. It was an intriguing pool. One end had a channel that went under a rocky grotto to connect to an outdoor swimming pool. The other end led through a set of underwater jets and into a deep hot tub. She had never imagined it was technically possible to make such a combination, but it was a delicious feeling to swim past the underwater fingers into a hot tub that was deep enough to stretch out in and submerge. Almost floating, they rested next to each other with their fingers intertwined, not wanting the moment to end. Cindy broke the silence by repeating her recurring thought: "This is the most amazing place." "I'm glad you like it," he sighed in contentment. "They even cater to people who want complete privacy with their personal trainer." "Really?" she inquired. "They have individual rooms with a multi-station weight machine, treadmill, and mats, so the paparazzi-ducking rich and famous can work out without any audience." "I'd love to try something like that," she said. "I thought you'd never ask," he teased. "I've reserved a private gym. You can grab your gym bag and head along the corridor toward the hotel. Room 127." They climbed out of the pool and into luxurious heated towels. Walking toward the changing area, they touched hands briefly before entering their separate locker rooms. Cindy dried her hair and put her workout attire back on, this time with a far tinier bra and thong underneath. Draping a towel around her neck so her nipples would not be so obvious, she carried her gym bag to the hotel corridor. Before reaching the main lobby, she saw number 127 and knocked. He opened the door, grinning broadly. "It's heavenly," Cindy exclaimed as she danced inside. A multipurpose version of the finest brand of gym machine sat in the room, surrounded by mirrored walls on two sides. The remaining wall was floor-to-ceiling glass and opened onto a sunny courtyard with lush plants and a ten-foot high privacy fence that was camouflaged to look like a forest. The rest of the room contained a treadmill and thick mats with exercise balls and bands. "I had no idea this company even made home gym equipment," she commented. "They don't. It's a complete custom design, just for this spa." "Wow," she said, surprised. "Show me what it will do." "OK, but you should try the treadmill," he suggested. "It's as smooth as butter. It was actually designed to be as soft as sand for running barefoot." "We'll see, buster!" she laughed as she pulled off her shoes and socks. "You too," she demanded. He laughed as he pulled off his as well. As she stepped on the treadmill, she was amazed that the gel surface felt so comfortable. It took a bit of getting used to, but she settled into a comfortable walking pace. "The best feature of this room is the privacy," he stated. "At home, I love lifting with no shirt, but it's always against gym rules." "No rules here. Go ahead," she encouraged him. He peeled off his tee-shirt and began doing sitting chest presses. "Nice chest, big boy," she said in a complimentary voice as he pumped the weights. "You too!" he insisted. "Don't be shy. I see those nipples just straining to get out of that top." "You bad boy," Cindy teased as she pulled the top over her head and tossed it in the corner. "Wow!" he exclaimed. "That is the world's most perfect bra. I mean, you have the world's most perfect breasts to put in it, but I've never seen a bra that had cups on the sides but was low enough to show your nipples. I mean, not YOUR nipples necessarily..." "Oh, shut up already, mister google-eyes," she laughed. "Try the internet sometime." "I guess I don't need these either," Paul said, as he pulled off his gym shorts. His briefs held his package in place, but Cindy could tell he was already partially aroused. "You next," he insisted. "Alright," she chuckled. Cindy stopped and peeled off her snug shorts, revealing a tiny thong that matched the bra. She climbed back on the treadmill and resumed her bold stride. "You have an amazingly pert ass," he declared. "I know that's not a usual combination of words, but you are finely-sculpted. If I may be so bold to ask, why not the bra first?" "My boobies would bounce way too much," she explained, increasing her pace to a relaxed stride. "I think you are probably confusing the concept of 'way too much' with 'delightfully,'" he teased. "You know, you're bouncing around in those briefs so much that you might as well lose those as well." "As long as you lose the rest too," he countered. "Deal!" she exclaimed as she unhooked her bra. Even though she slowed down to a gentle walk, her breasts still moved in a spectacularly entrancing orbit. "Let's go! If you see me walk nude, I want to see you do shoulder presses nude." Stirred from his absorption with her breasts, Paul took off his briefs, grabbed the handles and pumped the weight. To Cindy's delight each repetition stretched out his body to show a lean and attractive physique, and the little thrust of his hips as they rocked forward was particularly appealing. Stepping off the treadmill, Cindy pulled her thong over her hips and down to the floor, dangling her soft globes into his direct line of vision. "Not fair," he said in mock protest. "I can't decide what part of you is more beautiful." "You'll just have to do more in-depth research," she jibed, and stepped over toward him. "You look like Eve walking through the Garden of Eden," he declared. As they wrapped their arms around each other, she replied "Take me, my Adam." His response was to guide her down to the mats. The comfortable foam had an unfamiliar fabric that felt like luxurious bed sheets. Lying alongside her, he kissed her lips and she responded. Their tongues darted and danced past each other, making excursions to earlobes and necks to return to each other and reunite at the passionate pressure of their lips. His hands caressed her shapely shoulders and torso, and then danced over her breasts. Savoring their gentle slopes was too much of a treat for just his fingers, so he managed to break off the kisses to dance his lips down to her soft swells. His tongue finally got a chance to do the exploration of her luscious hills that he had longed for at their last meeting. Her nipples tightened into gentle knots of intense pleasure. "There's something I'd like you to promise me," Paul interrupted. Cindy brought her hazel eyes to focus on his earnest brown eyes and asked "What?" "That you will always tell me and show me what you want sexually. I spent the last six years in a guessing game that left two people unsatisfied." "Sounds good to me," she assented, rearing her head back again as his lips reattached to her nipples. The primordial pressure to go lower overcame his patience as his hands roamed down her trim belly and flaring hips. He cupped his hand over her mound and she pressed into it. "Starting now," he stated, moving her hand to cover his. "Right now, show me what you want." Eyes shining with anticipation and appreciation, Cindy pressed his hand gently over her sex. She curved his hand and fingers so they made an arch, massaging with somewhat more pressure on both of her smooth puffy lips and less directly on the center slit. "Nobody has ever asked me that," she panted as she increased the pace of their combined motion. She adjusted his hand several times as her arousal increased. Paul was surprised that when she spread her legs fully, she moved his hand to stimulate the top of her slit seemingly well above her hood while applying enough downward pressure for him to feel its swollen shaft. "I would love to kiss your pussy," Paul said with a touch of sadness in the invitation. "You can, baby," Cindy panted. "I've never had sex without using a condom. I only had oral sex with one boyfriend two years ago and I've been completely STD free since." Catching her breath again, she said "I've been saving myself for you. Dive in!" His eyes lit up as his mouth traveled over her belly and thighs, circling toward the object of his desire. With unconcealed impatience, she pushed her center towards his mouth, rotating in a primal dance. Tantalizing her no longer, he started planting sweet kisses over her lips as she spread her legs and sifted her fingers through his hair. Nibbling and tugging on her lips with his own, he allowed his hands to sample the rest of her succulent body, from her firm thighs to the soft mounds of her breasts. Cindy pulled his head harder against her impatient pussy, making it necessary for Paul to steal precious breaths when he could. He began massaging her hood area with the entire width of his tongue, causing yet another increase in her pressure on his face. He dipped the tip of his tongue into her sweet cavity and tasted the tangy nectar she offered. As he spread the slippery honey around the clit, her moans intensified. He flicked and sucked, with only occasional adjustments from Cindy's uninhibited grip on his head. Finally, her bucking passed the point of control. She dug her heels into Paul's back and pressed her sex into his face with unrestrained abandon. "Yes! Oh, yes! ... Uunnh!" As relaxation spread from her center across her tired limbs, a broad smile spread across her face. "You made it worth the two-year wait," she said softly and pulled him up to lay next to her. Their kisses were more tender than they had anticipated, and their fingers again sampled the delights of each other. "I need to head back in fifteen minutes. Ready for a quickie?" she asked as she rolled over to kneel between his legs. "Wait," he said. "This is so delicious; I'd rather just hold you." He pushed the patio door open and they lay in the sun, listening to the birds that flitted in and out of the private garden as they made plans for their next date. ***** Two weeks later, he dialed her cell number as his heart beat faster with anticipation. "Hello," she answered. "Hi, sweetie, I've missed you," he replied. "Can you get away Saturday the 12th?" "If I ask this week," she responded. "Remember how delicious it was lying naked in the sun at the spa?" "Absolutely!" "There's a naturist resort about an hour north. Very exclusive, very private," he informed her. "I thought we could spend the day." "Naturist??" "You know... clothing-optional, nudist, textile-free." "Of course I know, you silly guy. But, I don't know about if I want to walk around with everybody looking at my... whatever." "It's not a sex club or anything kinky. The grounds are clothing-optional, so you can wear whatever you want. Only the pools are nude-only, since it keeps the filters cleaner." "I don't know," she protested. "I'm a very private person!" "I know you are," he said, slowing down the excitement in his voice. "I was there once before. A couple I know from college invited me there before Sara and I got married. It's strictly invitation-only and very discreet. Being a horny single guy meant that for the first hour I didn't do much except sunbathe with a towel over my erection, but after that, it was really relaxed. People weren't showing off, ogling, parading around, or getting stared at. It's a very relaxed resort." "I'll think about it." "I'll email you a link to their website. You can check it out for yourself. It won't look like the right site, but just click on the 'employees only' link. The password this month is ismcadats." "What kind of password is that?" "It's the first letters of 'I shed my clothes and dance among the stars.' Call me back after you check it out." Cindy smiled at seeing her lover's handle in her in-box. She opened the email and clicked on the link. The website looked like the homepage of a still-starting internet consulting site. Poking around first, she found that most of the links just led to "page under construction, come back later" messages. Finally, she clicked on the employee's portal and entered the password. The real homepage depicted a beautiful country resort with a timbered lodge building. The hotel suites were modern but charming. The dining room menu for today offered only four entrees, beef, chicken, fish, and vegetarian, but the preparations seemed elegant and the picture of the accompanying salad bar was spectacular. The outdoor photos showed a beautiful pool, tennis courts, and gardens. This could be the site of any high-end resort, since the only person pictured so far was a very traditionally dressed chef. In a bit of mild frustration, she browsed further. Finally, under 'activities' she found pictures of people. Some wore swimsuits but most were naked. In contrast to nudity in the media, these people were not posing to tease. They were definitely real people, none in perfect shape, but the majority seemed to follow a healthy lifestyle. People seemed unperturbed by the skin around them and just seemed to be relaxed and enjoying whatever they were doing; swimming, playing volleyball, or just sitting around. Outside Interests Cindy paid particular attention to the women. They seemed completely comfortable to let their breasts hang out into real womanly curves. It had always been her personal source of insecurity, especially being surrounded by co-workers with perpetually perky implants. Even the English language seemed to have no good word for natural beauty. The nicest descriptions of removing bras from real breasts seemed to use 'sag' or 'droop' to describe the sensual shift of womanly softness. Looking down at her own chest for a moment, she thought, "If they can do it, I can too." She smiled and dialed the phone. When he answered the phone, she started "I'd really love to, but..." "Great!" he interrupted. "I can pick you up at eight in the morning." "... it would never work," she continued. "How would you get away?" "It's actually fits perfectly into some long-standing plans," he answered. "Sara is going on some new-age Zen retreat for the entire weekend - no phones. I'm supposed to go on a fishing trip with two of my buddies - no phones. They'll cover for me, since I've certainly covered for them more than once." "All right, then," she agreed, "eight o'clock." ***** They waited in greedy anticipation and interminable frustration for the week and a half to pass. Cindy had been looking out the window a dozen times since seven forty-five. When an ordinary-looking black SUV pulled up, she didn't even notice it until her cell phone rang. "I'm out front; would you like me to ring the doorbell?" Paul asked. "I'll come out. What happened to your car?" "This is a rental SUV for the fishing trip." "Aha," she said, happy for the explanation but wistful that their relationship could not be out in the open yet. She closed her cell phone, locked the door, and carried her large tote bag to the car. Paul drank in the vision of Cindy in a tasteful sun dress, complemented with a fashionable straw hat and sunglasses. "You look like you're ready for Rodeo Drive," he joked. "Even if they can see the rest of me, I can hide my face under my hat," she explained with shyness in her voice. "And you're traveling light," he added. "That's because I haven't a single thing to wear," she laughed and playfully batted him on the shoulder. She gave him a light little kiss that turned into a one-minute exploration of each other's lips and tongue. The drive was a time for them to share more of their lives and interests. He had gone to college for an engineering degree and switched to business. He enjoyed the high action of the sales world and never regretted the decision. He didn't need to re-explain the difficult and dying marriage, with the only bright spot being no children to be hurt in the process. She had gone to college for art but was abused and injured by a boyfriend in her first semester. After spending a week in the hospital and facing a long recovery, she dropped out of school. Going through physical therapy awakened her sense of being touched and touching. With an ignited passion for medical issues and an only slightly bruised empathy for other people, physical therapist training was a snap. She had become friends with Jordan at the hospital, and when she needed some extra money to buy a new car, Jordan suggested moonlighting with her and doing massages part-time. She enjoyed the very profitable work and had lived quietly, taking up painting classes at a local community college. She had already saved more than a hundred thousand dollars toward starting her own rehabilitation office. Sooner than she expected, Paul turned the car into the driveway of what appeared to be yet-another boring gated community. The security guard smiled professionally and handled the details. "Good morning, ma'am. Good morning, sir. I'll need the name of the people you are visiting and your driver's licenses." The guard held their licenses in front of a scanner and the image of each card appeared on his computer screen. He typed in the information that Paul provided; "Davis residence, 4112 Oak Lane." The only item that mattered was the house number, which was really the confirmation number for their reservation. Before he had finished typing the street name, the subtle border around the license images turned from yellow to green, indicating a valid match. The guard relaxed, pressed a button to open the gate, and motioned them in, saying "Welcome to our community. Have a nice day." The peaceful road led through a thick forest of trees. Eventually they emerged into a parking lot with a view of the main lodge pictured on the website. Slinging their light bags over their shoulders, they walked toward the main building. One exiting couple waved as they passed them on the way to the parking lot. Paul took Cindy's hand in a tentative gesture that became comfortable to them both as they approached the front entrance. The door opened to reveal a small but comfortable lobby. Cindy was relieved to see that the receptionist sitting behind the desk appeared fully clothed and suppressed a giggle at the thought that she could still be naked from the waist down. The receptionist stood up, revealing a perfectly ordinary business skirt, and shook their hands warmly. She welcomed them and explained that this room was primarily used for guests meeting with visitors who weren't comfortable inside. She briefly described the policies that Cindy had already read on the website and asked them to sign a short form that asserted that they would not take any photos without the written consent of everyone present, and that any inappropriate behavior would be cause for immediate ejection without refund. Once the preliminaries were finished, she held open a door and welcomed them inside. Cindy found herself in a large locker room unlike any she had seen before. First, it was much more tasteful, with plants, indirect lighting, and clean wood furniture consisting of comfortable benches and chairs. More shockingly, however, it contained an assortment of men and women in various stages of undress. Astonishingly, no one seemed fazed by the sight of body bits that had to remain hidden in the outside world. Paul took her by the arm and led her over to a somewhat sheltered nook with lockers that were probably reserved for newcomers, she realized. He opened two doors with the keys he had received and handed one key to Cindy. "The fact that no one has clothes on or even gives it a second though takes a bit of getting used to," he said, recalling his own first experience. "By the time you leave for home, though, you'll start wishing you didn't need to worry about matching an outfit for the day and washing clothes at the end of the week." The relative privacy of the nook was comforting to Cindy as she unbuttoned the sundress. The presence of the other people in the room made her shy about undressing even in front of Paul; this despite the fact that he had already explored every inch of her skin with his eyes and fingers, most of it with his lips, and some of it with items far more pleasurable. Paul undressed completely, hanging and folding his clothes neatly, and then wrapping a towel around his waist. Cindy was more hesitant. Facing away from the main room and sheltered by her unbuttoned sundress, she pulled off her panties and replaced them with a swimsuit thong. Sliding her arms out of the sundress sleeves, she gingerly removed her bra and quickly put on a loose-fitting but somewhat sheer beach shirt as a compromise between nudity and the privacy and stability she craved. She put on her floppy beach hat as a final security blanket. She turned to Paul and said "Ready, I think. I must look like quite a sight." "You look marvelous, dear, and nobody cares how anybody looks." Carrying a towel draped over her arm and holding his hand for protection, Cindy walked with him through the beautiful, open dining hall. Four naked people were playing cards at one table as if nothing was unusual. A woman sat reading a paperback novel while the man next to her was engrossed in the business section of the newspaper. Finally, they walked past a bar where a bare-butt couple stood with drinks. Everyone seemed to have fairly normal bodies, and glancing at them was not an arousing experience. The one exception was the young female college-age bartender. Instead of being interested by the woman's obviously shapely and completely exposed breasts, Cindy felt her eyes pulled toward the apron around her waist, wondering what delights lay beneath. "Whoa," Cindy remarked to herself, "quite a mindset change." They continued out onto a flagstone patio that overlooked the pool and grounds beyond. The pool crowd sounded like they were having fun with an informal game of water polo at one end, while the lawn was dotted by people on blankets, enjoying the sun. "Shall we sit here?" Paul suggested, motioning toward a pair of lounge chairs in a relatively uncrowded area. "Sounds good," Cindy replied, feeling less on display as she lay on the chair. Putting on her sunglasses for an additional layer of security, she relaxed more and enjoyed the sun. As people of all shapes and sizes walked past she realized that she wasn't bothering to check out anyone's figure any more, instead just meeting their eyes with a smile or a casual 'hello.' As the sun warmed her, she unbuttoned her cover-up and allowed it to fall open enough to expose a vertical swath of bare flesh several inches wide that revealed her cleavage and inner portions of both breasts. Below that, the ends fell open over her hips to expose her trim midriff and tiny thong. Just as she was starting to get annoyed by the cloth over her nipples compared to the cool breeze between her breasts, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "Good morning," said the cute hostess with the tantalizing apron. "Would you care for drinks or sandwiches from the bar?" Cindy tugged her cover-up closed and sat up while the woman continued "Welcome to the lodge. I hope you're enjoying it here -- it's a wonderfully addictive experience." "How did you know it was my first time?" "Almost everyone forgets about their clothes by the second day, and even the most insecure don't last a week," the woman quickly explained. "Have you been here long?" Cindy inquired. "This is my third summer. When I graduate next June, I'm hoping to find a teaching job. I'll happily trade the lower salary for the chance to spend summers up here." After a pause, she offered some recommendations. "I sun-brew the iced-tea myself, and it's wonderful with alcohol or not. The tuna or turkey sandwiches are perfect for a beautiful day like today." Cindy chose tuna and Paul opted for the turkey. While they waited, Cindy lowered the back of the lounge chair, rolled onto her stomach, and slid her cover-up off her shoulders. Paul also turned on his stomach and removed his towel. She chuckled at a mental joke about really toasting their buns in the sun. Paul silently took her hand, and her thoughts drifted away to a lazy Caribbean island. The words "Your sandwiches" interrupted Cindy's reverie as the bartender placed the tray and a small table between their chairs. Cindy rolled onto her side, unconcerned for the moment about whether her breasts were exposed, drooping, flopping, or sagging; Paul just smiled, thinking that their every motion was beautiful. He walked around to help raise the back of her chair. They sat enjoying their meal and the sun, and watched the start of an impromptu volleyball game. Finishing his iced tea, Paul suggested they walk around to see the rest of the grounds and head toward the pool. Cindy said "Just a minute." She stood up and gracefully slid off her thong, dangling the tiny garment from one finger. They walked past the gym, a beautiful structure with wood framed floor-to-ceiling windows and a cathedral ceiling. "Steam, sauna, machines, and exercise classes, even free-weights," Paul detailed. "You could work out," Cindy offered. "Another day," he explained, "I'd rather spend today with you." They dropped their sandals, towels, and Cindy's cast-off clothing in a cubbyhole, rinsed off together in the outdoor shower, and slid into the pool. Swimming without a suit felt smooth and effortless, and a few quick strokes sent her gliding through the water. She felt as quick and graceful as the wet and shiny-coated seals she loved to watch. She and Paul popped their heads out of the water together and kissed. They began another casual lap toward the other end of the pool. The buoyancy of her breasts was something Cindy had never noticed before. They had a delightful habit of breaking through the surface when she turned far enough, causing little splashes along her sensitive skin. Cindy felt years younger and alive to the core. At this end, they were only a few steps from the hot tub, so Paul motioned in that direction and they climbed out of the main pool and into the bubbling jets. After a minute she realized that her bare skin was experiencing the spa in a new dimension - sweet caresses all over her skin, but now having access everywhere. She faced the side of the deep tub and spread her legs slightly to let the jets play over the sensitive inches between. Her arousal was aided by the curtain of bubbles rising past her nipples, causing them to pucker into delightful little peaks. Paul, of course noticed these with delight as he slid over to give her another kiss. "I don't know about you, but I'm hot enough," he quipped. "Ready to dry off?" They climbed out of the hot tub and retrieved their towels. Spreading them on the soft grass, they lay on their backs, lovingly touching fingers and toes. The sun warmed their groins as wisps of the summer breeze tickled the curls just above. Rolling onto their fronts, they let the sun spread its heat deep into their backs and buttocks. Paul's hand, which had been caressing Cindy's shoulder and back, slipped down to brush the curve of her breast protruding between her side and the towel. "Any more of that, big guy, and we'll need to get a room," she joked. "Already reserved," he answered, "if you want." A broad smile was her only response as they lifted the towels, retrieved their clothes from the cubbyhole, and then gathered a few items from the locker room. They walked down the jasmine-scented hallway to the hotel wing and found the room. Inside, they discovered tasteful wood furniture, sheer curtains over beautiful windows overlooking the gardens, and a ceiling fan that turned lazily overhead. "It's beautiful," she said peacefully. "Now," she insisted as she pushed him back out the door, "I need fifteen minutes. You go and lift some weights like you've been dying to, shower, and get your cute butt back here on time." He smiled, and without objecting headed back to the gym. The equipment was modern and sturdy. He did two sets of bench presses as exercise spread the familiar feeling of well-being through his body. He did one set of bicep curls, but the tension in his hips and the thought of Cindy waiting for him caused his member to start to swell. Even though nobody seemed to notice, he decided to take his shower. He returned to the room with ten seconds to spare and knocked. When she opened the door he paused for a moment to drink in her appearance. She had showered and re-styled her hair to its regular casual elegance. She was an absolute vision of beauty, wearing a white silk camisole and tap pants set that highlighted her fresh glow and shapely legs. Closing the door behind him, he teased "So after being naked all day, you needed to get dressed for bed?" "Of course," she insisted, "The fun is always in the unwrapping." "I actually thought the same thing," he said sheepishly as he reached into his tote bag for a pair of navy blue silk boxers and pulled them on. "Good taste," they said simultaneously, inspiring a laugh that ended in a long hug. They slowly led each other over to the bed with arms encircling the other and lips devouring tongues. Cindy broke their kiss to look directly into Paul's eyes. Nose to nose, she whispered, "Remember how you said I should always ask for what I want?" "Of course," he said. While leading him to the bottom of the bed, she pulled the elegant comforter and sheets over an adjacent wicker chest, creating a large, comfortable, pristine altar for their lovemaking. Turning toward him again with her intense hazel eyes, she continued speaking in a low voice that caused his cock to pound in anticipation. "I want you deep inside me, pushing past my g-spot with every stroke. You can tease my clit as much as you want - you're very good at that, you know. But when I'm ready to cum, you need to press it gently toward my pussy, so it can feel you sliding in and out. Ready?" Without waiting for his answer, but knowing what it would be, she turned and pulled two pillows on top of the pile. Bending at the waist, she rested her chest on the soft assembly. The sight of her tight tush, upraised in a carnal offering, was more than enough invitation. She heard him kneeling down behind her and thought, what a gentleman she'd found; someone who would give her oral first, even when given permission to ram right in. She awaited the soft touch of his lips on her pussy. Instead, she felt tantalizing strokes of his fingernails gently tracing the curves of her calves. She felt nibbles and soft kisses on the back of her knees. Unfamiliar, yet surprisingly right, they became unexpected vortexes of sensation as Paul's hands continued soft caresses up her thighs. His touch became electric as he slowly swept up her inner thighs and around the lovely globes of her tush. She felt firm pressure down the outside of her hips, with feathery gentle brush strokes up the inside. His kisses followed his hands up the backs of her thighs, leading to soft moans from Cindy. As his hands returned to the hollow behind her knees to remind them of their pleasure, he continued his kisses closer to her center. Paul paused to tongue the gentle boundary between thigh and ass, causing Cindy to push against him in anticipation. His mouth left her for a moment while his hands remained on her hips, steadying her for... His kisses resumed at the small of her back, sending shudders up her spine. He circled and weaved, kissing everywhere at once as his hands roamed inside her camisole, up to the tiny spaghetti straps lying against her shoulders, gently massaging away any accumulating tension. As he switched to his tongue his hands slid down her sides to caress the edges of her breasts. She arched her back, allowing her mounds to hang free inside the silky top so his hands could explore their entirety. As her nipples reached new heights of tension, Paul considered sliding off her camisole. Instead, he gently pulled it downward at the hem, so Cindy's nipples would slide along the silky fabric rather than the cotton pillowcases. He slid down to gaze at the flaring of her cheeks, exposing the delicate peach-cleft of her labia. With his softest kisses he traced the arcs where they met her beautiful thighs, then the valley where they met each other. His tongue gently dipped along this line, tasting her nectar and spreading its slipperiness down to her hood. As she pressed her hips toward him his lips became more insistent, gently massaging as he sucked and nibbled. Flattening his tongue into a gentle pad over her clit, he massaged it in a circular motion that matched the unconscious rocking of Cindy's pelvis. As her breaths became more ragged and her moisture became a slippery delight, he stood up and replaced his tongue with the smooth tip of his cock. Cindy gasped at the new sensation and spread her hips a bit more, inviting him to fill the ache inside her. He gently rocked his bulbous head between the firm muscles at her entrance, coaxing it into her tight center. Their juices mixed into an even more slippery concoction as he burrowed further into her sex. As his hands reached around to gently massage her button, he adjusted his angle of penetration until her breathing became pants of pleasure. Outside Interests The pressure in his balls from the eager semen built and radiated upward along his shaft. Clenching his pubic muscles to delay a few seconds more, he gently pressed her hooded area towards his shaft until he could feel the vibrations of his own cock through her stiffened clit. Her gasps became muffled screams as her muscles clamped down on his cock, again and again, as his semen erupted into her tunnel in an achingly long spasm. As the initial wave passed they paused, with him buried completely inside her to savor the pulses of their internal muscles. Finally he withdrew; they rolled onto the bed in a calm embrace of warm kisses.