0 comments/ 63230 views/ 10 favorites Spa Day Ch. 01 By: Bad Mischa Bad Chapter 1: Lara's Arrival It had been a hard day at the office, and I thought the week would never end. Meetings on top of special projects on top of more meetings. I was in desperate need of relaxation, and gave myself a mental pat on the back as I navigated through LA traffic on the 101. A new spa had opened in my neighborhood a few weeks back, and I had managed to grab a last minute appointment there this afternoon. I could really use a nice fuck, but being single, I was willing to settle for a long massage. A good, lengthy, full body massage. Maybe I should ask for massage oils during my session; I loved the feel of strong hands rubbing my slick skin, moving up my back, then down, over my ass, and maybe even lower- The car behind me blasted their horn, and I shook myself a little. I didn't know who to curse at, the driver behind me for disturbing my daydream, or me, for getting myself all worked up before I could really do anything about it. I moved forward a car length, then shifted so I could scoot my dress up my thighs. 'What the hell,' I thought, driving with my left hand so I could run the fingertips of my right along the crotch of my frilly pink panties. 'I've got at least another half an hour before I make it to Beverly Hills.' Forty minutes later, I pulled into what looked like a private home's driveway in a lavish neighborhood, where a large wooden gate blocked the entrance. Checking the directions Candice, the receptionist, had given me against the number, I rolled down my window and pressed the button on the call box. "The Secret Garden Day Spa, how may I help you?" "Hi, yes, I'm Lara Whitmore, I have an appointment this afternoon. I spoke with Candice earlier." I felt a little odd announcing myself, as if I was saying the secret password in a spy movie, but shrugged it off. This was, after all, Los Angeles. Things worked a little differently here, and the owners were obviously hoping to attract privacy-seeking celebrities. "Yes, Ms. Whitmore, we've been expecting you. Please pull into the driveway to the right of the house, and Candice will meet you at the front door." As I drove through the gates and down a driveway paved in stone, I was pleasantly surprised. The house, if you could call it that, loomed in front of me, like a grand English castle, with thick trees planted here and there. Little pathways cut through the manicured lawns, and off in the distance, I spied what looked like a lush garden behind the house. None of the noise from the street spilled past the gate and high brick walls, and I felt like I was stepping into another world. Tension was already slipping away. I took a moment to give myself another rub through my panties and fix my clothes, congratulating myself all over again, as I parked next to a small collection of cars. One last makeup check and I swung out of the car to head up to the house. Candice, a young, petite thing, greeted me at the door with a sunny smile. "Ms. Whitmore, hello. Welcome to The Secret Garden. I'm Candice." She was the classic California girl; blonde, blue-eyed, and trim. My eyes drifted down to her breasts, which were full and high on her chest. I allowed myself to stay a brief moment on her nipples, which I could clearly see poking through her white sweater. 'Yum,' was all I could think as I licked my lips and returned her smile. "Why, hello. I'm glad you could squeeze me in today. I definitely need to relax," I replied. Candice tilted her head to the side, smiling wider at me. 'Did she notice me checking her out?' I wondered, feeling my cheeks heat a little. "Oh, it wasn't a problem at all," she said, running a hand over the tips of her hair, which lay just above those gorgeous breasts. What I wouldn't give to run my hands along her chest and feel her hard nipples against my palms. "Since it's your first time here, if you would please follow me and fill out some paperwork," she turned as she spoke, leading me across a lavish black and white marble foyer to a small antique desk in the center. "At The Secret Garden, we like to make your visits as smooth as possible, so we ask for billing information and preferences first." I only half-listened, my eyes taking in every inch of Candice's body. I was definitely aroused, and struggled to focus on the conversation. Candice continued on, oblivious to the slow ache she started in me, chatting about the facilities as I filled out the necessary paperwork. I was hornier than I thought, and may need a few moments alone before my massage to take the edge off. "Mischa is still with a client, Ms. Whitmore, so, let me take you to our changing rooms." I rose as Candice did, following her down a short hallway, content with watching her heart-shaped ass sway under a tight black skirt as she gave me a brief tour. "Through there is our pool facilities, where we have an indoor and an outdoor pool, several hot tubs and saunas. Outside, we have three garden areas; a Zen garden, a traditional English garden, and a sculpture garden. Our private yoga and meditation sessions take place out there." Candice paused to smile at me as she held open a door and gestured me inside. "I hope you take advantage of those, as they are quite...refreshing." I watched her as she spoke, fascinated by her lips. She wore a shiny pink gloss and I couldn't help but want to see it smeared all over my breasts, across my nipples, down my belly. I felt myself get wet, and I wanted to see her mouth working along the length of my body. 'What could I do to get her naked and pressed against me?' I thought to myself as I brushed by her, slightly self-conscious by my train of thinking. What had gotten into me today? "We have two larger changing rooms, one on this floor, and another on the second, which are equipped with lockers, private changing areas, showers, tubs, and anything you may need to get dressed; hair dryers, cosmetics, products. Several smaller changing rooms are scattered throughout the spa. Finally, we have a full salon on the third floor." Candice followed me into the room, which was a large corner room at the front of the house; it featured huge floor to ceiling windows on the two outer walls and wooden lockers against the inner walls. She opened a locker for me and I slipped my purse and blazer inside. "Now, through here is the private changing rooms and bath area." Candice headed through a door to the right. "There's time for you to freshen up before your session. I can run a bath, if you like." I blinked, caught off guard. "That'd be lovely, if you don't mind," I replied. "Not at all. We pride ourselves on giving our guests excellent one-on-one attention at The Secret Garden. I'll just be one moment." I sighed softly, then smiled at my reflection in the small mirror on the locker door. If nothing else, the attendants here were definitely eye candy. 'Do they taste as sweet?' I wondered, taking this time to remove my shoes and jewelry before stepping into the bath area. Off to the right, I heard water flowing, and easily located Candice in a private room that housed a generous tub. She had lit the candles that sat on the small table and around the tub, and placed both a towel and a robe on a small ottoman in the corner. She smiled as I entered, and came towards me. "Would you like help with your dress?" "Yes, please." I turned, lifting my long brown hair. Candice's hands came up, gently rubbing my neck and shoulders, and continued to give me further details about the spa. I wasn't paying much attention though; Candice had a soft, husky voice, and her hands were sending tingles down my spine as they stroked. As she spoke, I heard, rather than felt, my zipper being undone, and shivered. I was already aroused, and could see my hard nipples poking against the material of my dress. Soon, I would be almost naked and I was sure my arousal would show evidence on my panties. How would Candice respond? "Your neck is very tight, Ms. Whitmore. Go ahead and relax for me." 'Well, if she insisted,' I thought, leaning back ever so slightly into her hands. I could feel her thumbs slowly rubbing my neck, and was so absorbed in this impromptu massage that I didn't notice that I wasn't wearing my dress or my bra until Candice shifted me to sit on the edge of the tub. 'When did that happen?' I wondered, but I couldn't think very quickly. My limbs felt heavy, and I watched Candice check the water in the tub before adding bath salts through half-closed eyes. She returned to kneel in front of me, and removed one high heeled shoe, taking care to rub my heel and instep thoroughly before repeating the process on the other foot. She then worked her way up each leg, kneading the muscles as she went. It wasn't until she was stroking my inner thighs that I realized how wet my panties were; she was so close to me, she had to see them, had to smell how aroused I was. Embarrassed, I started to close my legs, but Candice stopped me by placing her body in between them. "No, it's okay," she whispered, smiling at me, fingers gently running all over my mound. "I'm flattered." Candice helped me stand on legs that weren't all that steady, spreading them apart. I felt her breath on my pussy as she leaned forward, breathing me in, and gasped as the tip of her tongue licked the length of my slit through the material of my panties. She licked along the leg openings, right under the elastic, before pulling the material tight and sucking gently on the wet spot. I moaned, rocking my hips back and forth, my hands playing with my breasts. Tiny shocks shot deep into me, and watched as she pressed her face to my mound, desperate to taste each drop she was eliciting from me. I couldn't take much more of this teasing, and it seemed, neither could Candice, as she suddenly yanked my panties down and off completely. I settled on the edge of the tub, and she eagerly opened my legs once more, this time as wide as possible. She sat for a minute, just staring at my bare pussy, stroking it lightly with her fingertips. Pressing a soft kiss to my wet folds, she began eating me again. This was heaven, exactly what I wanted since I saw her. I don't know how long she spent licking me, flicking her tongue over my clit as she probed my pussy with her fingers, sliding them in and out, my hips matching her pace. But eventually, she urged me into the warm water, joining me a moment later, completely naked. Her mouth sought mine as we touched each other, my fingers moving over her and into her, feeling her heat as she had mine. I touched and caressed her as she washed me with a soft towel, taking extra care to run it over my entire mound and ass when she saw me respond with a moan. I was absolutely lost in the sensations she caused, and quickly responded to her request of putting my leg on her shoulder. Much to my surprise, she moved so that her pussy touched mine, one of her legs resting on my hip. Slowly at first, she rocked, then moved faster and faster, her hands running over my slick skin. I squeezed her nipples between my fingers, adding pressure as I watched her orgasm. "Cum for me," she panted, fingering my clit, "cum for me." Unable to take it any longer, I gave in, and relished in orgasming against her pussy. ...... A few minutes later, Candice leisurely rose out of the water, and began to dress. She turned back to me, towel in hand, and patted me dry. Little tremors pulsed through me again as I stretched my body into her hands. Her mouth came down and clamped on a nipple, sucking insistently, her hands gripping my hips. "I'll go and see if Mischa is ready for your session, Ms. Whitmore," she murmured, pulling away with a grin. "I'll be down to check on you in a few minutes." Session? What session? In the midst of great sex, I actually forgot why I was here. I smiled at Candice, and before she left the room, I called out to her. "Candice? For the record, the personal attention was fantastic." Spa Day Ch. 02 I sighed with absolute pleasure. I was currently in a private room, stretched out naked on a massage table. Candice had brought me up and got me situated under the sheet. She told me to relax and that Mischa would be right in to take care of me before quietly leaving. Following her instructions, I closed my eyes and smiled. My body was humming and I had no thoughts in my head to worry me, nothing to think about but the amazing episode downstairs. God, that was so hot! Exactly what I needed. Just replaying it in my head got me warm all over again, so when Mischa knocked lightly and opened the door, I was ready to go. I had no expectations for anything but an ordinary massage, but I won't lie that when I saw Mischa, I definitely wanted more. She was about 5'7'', slender, with long black hair curling around her shoulders. With hazel eyes and a golden complexion, she had an exotic look around her that was delicious. "You must be Lara," she said with a smile, grabbing a chair and sliding it to the head of the table. She sat and crossed her long legs, the short robe-looking dress she wore riding high on her thighs. "Let me take a moment to go over some preliminary information with you." I lifted up slightly, resting on my elbows, careful not to rise up too much. Normally, I am a bit modest, but given what had occurred downstairs and the fact I was in front of a masseuse who dealt with a fair amount of nudity, those qualms had been eliminated. However, I was still in a state of arousal, and my nipples were so hard. No sense broadcasting my excitement. We went over the normal procedure, and talked about any potential health issues, with Mischa taking notes on a clipboard. Then finally, Mischa rose and dimmed the lights. She then set the clipboard on the counter of the wall unit, turned on some soft music, and stood next to the table. "Now, I see you requested a hot oil massage, if possible, is that right?" Her hand stroked through my hair and it took all my willpower not to purr. "Yes. Would that be too much trouble?" Mischa was to my left, her firm breasts pushing against her dress. I tried closing my eyes, but with each movement Mischa made as she prepared for the session, I couldn't help but watch her. She bent to open a cabinet, and my mouth watered as the material moved over her tight ass. "Not at all." She stood and turned, smiling down at me. I was still watching her body very closely as she moved, and could feel my cheeks flushing a little as I met her gaze. "Are you comfortable with me removing the sheet?" I would be completely exposed, and damn if that idea didn't turn me on! My heart started beating rapidly. The idea of being completely naked in front of her as she touched me was so enticing, so arousing, I nodded quickly, unable to speak, not noticing the unusual request. I closed my eyes again, and this time, kept them closed. I shivered as she dribbled the oil over my back, her strong fingers kneading into my skin. Starting at the base of my spine, she slowly worked her way up my back, over my shoulder blades, up my neck to gently pull and loosen the muscles there. I began to calm down a little, and simply began to enjoy the massage. It proceeded as a normal massage would. Mischa rubbed down my arms to my hands, and then moved to the end of the table to do the same to my legs. I was somewhere in between sleep and awake when I realized she was inching her way further up my thighs than was typical, spreading my legs as she went. My breathing picked up again, and I worked to keep my body slack. My mind, however, was screaming 'Touch me! Touch me!'. Mischa must have heard my thoughts, or I anticipated her next actions correctly, because I felt those slick fingers graze over my lips then take hold of my ass cheeks. Slowly, she spread them and I felt myself tremble. Even though the lighting was dim in this room, there was enough for her to see me completely bare! And I liked it! When I felt the warm oil drip onto my ass and trickle down my cleft, I moaned, unable to help myself. I heard Mischa laugh softly. "I saw you looking at me, staring at my breasts. Did looking at me turn you on?" Her hands pulled away briefly; then I felt her finger slide into my pussy. She moaned softly, and I knew why. I was already very wet. "Yes, I suppose it did. Are you wet for me?" "Yes," I managed, twisting my upper body slightly to see her. I gasped in surprise as I saw her. Somewhere along the way, she had removed her dress and was standing by my hip, completely naked. Mischa smiled at me as she slid a cushion under my hips, elevating them, then climbed on the table. She settled herself on my lower back, facing away from me, her hands rubbing every inch of my ass, spreading them wide. "Just relax for me, Lara," she murmured before I felt her tongue run across my asshole. I jerked forward in surprise, but Mischa only held my legs open, her face pressing against me. Her tongue lapped at me, circling that back hole over and over before pushing and working her way into my ass. It was so naughty, so forbidden and I reveled in the sensation. Further down she licked, running her tongue in between each fold of my pussy. She found my clit and worked it, sucking and nibbling on the throbbing flesh. I was finding it hard to not moan, my body bucking up off the table, my hands gripping the edge. From somewhere, I heard a low buzzing, and found out as it touched me that Mischa was holding a vibrator. I pondered briefly where she had managed to get one, but that thought didn't last, the sensations running through my body were too intense. Mischa was relentless with that vibrator, and pushed the tip of it against my clit, just inside my opening, up to my ass. Carefully, slowly, she slid it deep into my asshole, and I cried out with desire, my body writhing on the table. I felt her slide further up my body, her hair caressing my thighs as her mouth covered my pussy again, tasting me thoroughly. "Such a sweet pussy," she whispered as she lifted off my back and turned, straddling my hips. I felt added pressure against my ass, and realized she was rubbing herself against the end of the vibrator. Each time she stroked herself against it only served to push it in a little further. Our situation was so erotic, and when I felt her fingers reach down to play with my clit, one of the most intense orgasms rocked my body. But Mischa didn't stop there; she moved the vibrator to my pussy, easily sliding it in before turning me onto my back. I felt my inner muscles clamp onto it as I came, and thrust against her hand as she fucked me with it. Mischa bent forward, capturing one hard nipple between her lips, sucking on it, wedging her body in between my legs to keep them open. My hands rose to stroke her face and hair, tugging her close to kiss her, her tongue meeting mine eagerly. She pulled back to place the vibrator against my slit, making sure the tip came in constant contact with my clitoris. Adjusting her position, with one leg over my hip, she began rocking against me, grinding her pussy against the vibrator, her hands sliding up my torso. Oil was dribbled over my chest, and she continued her massage, completely covering every inch of my breasts. My hands covered her slick ones, and pinched my nipples as she cupped my mounds, my hips working to press against hers. The vibrator, covered not just in my juices but the oil, slipped erotically between our bodies, pulsing insistently against my clit. I couldn't take it anymore and gripped her hands tightly. "Cum with me," I gasped as my pussy starting contracting again, and watched through half-open eyes as Mischa arched her glorious body as she came, too. ********** Half an hour later, I had a huge grin on my face and a bounce in my step as I exited the building and got into my car. I had showered again, signed up for an annual membership, and had set up weekly appointments for the next three months. I couldn't wait till next Friday!