0 comments/ 69118 views/ 6 favorites The Spa By: sunny7390210 As a birthday present my boyfriend James got me a gift certificate to a spa. I was so excited to be going. Finally a chance to unwind and relax. I entered the spa and was greeted by the receptionist. She handed me a robe and towel and showed me into the change room. She explained that I could have a steam bath and that when I was ready I could come into the massage room. The receptionist left and I put my things into my locker. I grabbed my towel and robe and headed towards the steam room. No one else was in the change room so I left my towel and robe on the chair located by the door to the steam room. I entered the steam room and sat down on the bench. My problems and worries slowly left my body. I could feel my muscles relax as my body took in the wonderful scent that the room provided. I decided to lay down and relax a little more. I closed my eyes and thought of nothing except relaxing. I guess because of my relaxed state I didn't hear the door open but the sound of it closing awoke me from my trance. I opened my eyes and saw a woman standing before me. She was naked like I was. I quickly scanned her body. She was gorgeous. She had long brown hair. Huge firm tits and her pussy was shaven except for a little tuft at the front. I quickly looked away. A little embarrassed about my reaction to this woman. "Hello" she said "I didn't realize anyone was in here, my name is Anna" "Hi Anna, my name is Sara" Anna sat down on the bench across from me. I tried so hard not to keep staring at her. I couldn't help it. Her body was amazing. I have never been with another woman before so the thoughts that were going threw my body were very new to me. "You looked so comfortable before I came in" Anna said, "I hope I didn't interrupt you" I laughed nervously hoping she didn't notice my fixation on her body. "No I was just relaxing. I have never been to a spa before. My boyfriend James got me a gift certificate. So far this is wonderful!" "I come here all the time. At least once a week. I spend most of my time in here. The steam and the aroma so relaxes me after a long week" Every time Anna spoke I found myself looking over at her and staring. Her tits were so firm. I thought about reaching over and sucking on one of her nipples. I couldn't control my thoughts about her. She was entrancing. I felt my own pussy becoming wet. I looked at Anna and noticed her looking at me. She smiled but didn't look away. I smiled back and when I did Anna got up from her side of the room and walked over to me. She stood in front of me as I laid on the bench totally exposed to another woman. I felt my heart start beating faster. For some reason I couldn't control my reactions. Anna came closer until she was within inches of my body. "You have amazing nipples. They are so big" I couldn't believe this was happening. Another woman was commenting on my nipples. Anna got down on her knees before me and slowly licked my nipples. I was in shock! My brain was saying stop but my body was loving every minute of it. Anna continued to lick at my nipple and then she took my tit into her mouth and started sucking and biting. I felt my juices running. My pussy was becoming so wet and my clit was throbbing. Anna moved away from my tit and took the other one into her mouth. My hand traveled up and I put it on her head and pushed her head closer to my chest. The feeling was so different then when my boyfriend sucked on my tits. Anna slowly started to lick her way down my body. She twirled her tongue around my belly button. I barely was conscious of my legs parting. It was almost like an out of body experience. Here was this gorgeous woman licking my inner thigh. Anna licked the insides of my thighs coming so close to my wet pussy but never touching it. I felt my legs spread wider. I wanted so bad for this woman to lick and suck my clit. I felt Anna's hands run up my legs. Her fingers traced the outline of my pussy. "MMMM your so wet, your juices are dripping from my fingers" with that Anna brought her fingers to my lips and I sucked my juices off this woman's hand. I still couldn't believe that this was happening. Anna's head was now between my legs. She pushed my legs open and then I felt her hot tongue on my now throbbing pussy. Her tongue slowly licked my pussy without touching my clit. I started moaning and thrusting my hips towards her tongue. I needed to release. I needed her to suck on my clit. I pushed my soaking pussy towards her again and then I felt it. Her mouth hit my clit and she started sucking. It felt like an electrical shock run threw my body. I could feel my orgasm building up. "I'm going to come" I said. Anna never missed a beat and continued sucking on my clit. I felt my body tense as she sucked harder and harder. I heard myself scream out and then my body relaxed. Anna stopped sucking on my clit but continued to lick my pussy in long strokes. Her hot tongue felt so wonderful. Anna lifted her head and them started to move towards me when we both heard a bang of a locker. She jumped up and sat down on the bench across from me. I sat up and tried to compose myself as the door opened and another woman walked in. When the woman sat down Anna got up to leave. As she got to the door she turned her head and smiled at me and then she left. I spent the rest of the day wondering what else would have happened if the other woman wouldn't have walked in. Needless to say James and I had amazing sex that night when I got home. I told him everything that had taken place. I have never seen him that excited before. I know now that whenever our sex life needs a bit of a lift I can tell James again how it felt to have another woman lick my pussy. I'm sure that the reaction will be the same. The Spa Bo stretched and grimaced as he sat in rush hour traffic. His right hip and lower back throbbed painfully and he grimaced, shifting to try and find a more comfortable position. He turned off of busy, six lane road onto a side street and searched for the correct street number. Bo had hurt his back the previous week and had been miserable since. His wife had told him that one of her friends had gone to a spa in midtown a few months prior when she had pulled a muscle. His wife said her friend had found extreme relief after only a few treatments. Bo was skeptical, but after suffering for five days, Bo had called and made an appointment. After a few moments, Bo found the non-descript storefront with Island Day Spa lettered over the door. Bo parked and winced as he got out and stood. He limped painfully to the door and entered. A door chime sounded as he stepped into the dimly lit reception area. After just a moment, a matronly oriental woman hurried up the hall. "Hello," she said, "How we help you?" "I have an appointment," Bo said. The woman looked at a book, found an entry, and looked up, "You, Mr. Bo?" He nodded and pushed a form across the desk. Bo filled it out quickly, listing his name, address, and symptoms. The woman took it, looked at it briefly and gestured to him, "Follow me." Bo followed her through a door and down a short hall. She opened a door and gestured for him to enter. The room was small with the major feature being a massage table. There was a curtain at the rear of the room. The receptionist gestured at a towel folded neatly on the table and said, "Take off clothes, wrap towel around waist and lay down. Jade will be your masseuse She be in shortly." With that she was gone. Bo sighed. He wasn't quite sure if this would help and he really wasn't sure he wanted to go through with this. What the hell, he thought. He was here and, who knew, it might help. Quickly, he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it, draping it over the small chair. He kicked off his shoes, and unbuckled his belt, undid his belt, and shed his pants and underwear, folding them and putting them on the chair. Finally, he shrugged out of his t-shirt and placed it on top of his pants. He stepped to the table, wrapped the towel around his midsection, and lay down with a grimace. Bo tried to relax. The room was warm and dim, and there was some soft, oriental sounding music playing from an unseen source, and a sweet, incense-like smell wafted through the room. After just a moment, the door opened. "Hello." Bo turned his head and his eyes almost bugged out of his head. Jade smiled and Bo stuttered, "Um, hello." Unlike the matronly receptionist, Jade appeared to be in her mid-twenties. She was relatively short, maybe, 5'4" and slender, with long, jet black hair, large breasts and a tight ass that were accented by a white tank top and tight blue jeans. Bo wasn't sure what he had expected in a masseuse, but this wasn't it. After a moment of silence, Jade smiled and said, "Your hip hurting, yes?" Bo nodded, "Yes." She put her hand on his lower back and he jumped, "I going to check out your hip, ok." Bo nodded and Jade began to probe his right lower back and hip. After a moment, Bo jumped and grunted. "Hurt there?," Jade asked, and Bo nodded. "I going to loosen up your back and legs, then I work on your hip," she said matter-of-factly. Bo nodded and watched as she pulled several bottles of oil from a warming bin. She began by squirting some down his back and then began to knead his back, starting at his shoulders and working down. It felt great and Bo felt his body relaxing. She worked down his back to his waist, moving carefully around the spot she had identified earlier. By the time she reached his waist, Bo was very relaxed. He hadn't slept well all week, and that combined with the warm room and the massage had him drifting in and out of sleep. He barely noticed when she squirted oil on the back of his legs and began to rub up his legs, beginning with his calves. Bo's mind drifted as Jade continued to work up his legs. He dreamed he could see Jade's breasts swaying in front of him and his breathing quickened as he saw her hands begin to squeeze and knead them, making the shiny with oil. Bo jerked awake as Jade pulled his towel aside and began to massage his glutes. She began to work the spot that hurt more firmly, pressing and rubbing. As she pressed him down, he blinked and swallowed hard as he realized that he had a rather large erection. At that moment, Jade turned him slightly, and bent his leg upward, allowing his erect cock to pop upward beneath the towel. Bo looked back and gasped. Jade was bent over his hip, applying pressure and kneading the muscle. In the position she was in, he could clearly see her ample cleavage and her swaying breasts. He quickly looked away, but his erection remained. His heart pounded as his mind raced to figure out what he'd do if she asked him to roll onto his back. Thankfully, she didn't, instead she rolled him back onto his stomach and straightened his leg. She worked on his hip and lower back a few more minutes, by which time, Bo's erection had subsided to wood status. "Done for today," Jade said, "but that muscle still tight. You come back in two days, 'kay?" Bo nodded his assent and Jade took her bottles of oil and said, "Bye, bye, Mr. Bo. See you Thursday." After the door closed, Bo rose, and stood, still trying to shake the vision of Jade's swaying tits from his mind. He dressed quickly, paid the matronly receptionist, and set up an appointment for Thursday. Though not 100%, his hip definitely felt better. Bo was grateful and looked forward to sleeping well that night. He went home, ate dinner and sat down to read with his wife as they watched TV. In no time, he was nodding off, so he excused himself and went to bed. He fell asleep quickly and slept through the night. Early the next morning, he dreamed of Jade. He could see her tits swaying in front of him and feel her oily hand gliding up and down his throbbing shaft. He groaned as she straddle him in his mind's eye and he buried his face between her breasts and guided her pussy onto his erection. In his dream, he began to thrust into her, the pressure in his balls soon becoming unbearable. Groaning he came hard, jerking awake as he ejaculated in his shorts. He groaned softly, rose and seeing that it was nearly time to get up, went ahead and padded to the shower. He had thought of Jade frequently that day, and though his back was continuing to improve, he decided to keep his follow up appointment, more to see Jade than because he thought he needed it. The following day had been a bitch at work, and Bo was nearly late and very stressed by the time he arrived for his appointment. He was greeted by the same receptionist and shown to the same room. He stripped, wrapped the towel around himself, and again lay on the table. A few moments later, Jade entered the room, and greeted him with a smile. "Welcome back, Mr. Bo," she said in her sing-song voice, "Glad to see you again. How is your hip?" Bo told her that it was feeling better, but not 100%. Jade took out her oils and began to work on him, starting with his shoulders. She was dressed in a similar manner, a white tank top and tight blue jeans. As she began to knead his shoulders, she said, "Oh, Mr. Bo, you very tense today!" Bo grunted, but didn't say anything. "No worry, I help you relax," she said. As the words left her mouth, she began to work his shoulders harder. As she bent to her task, Bo felt her breasts moving against his back as she did. He swallowed hard as his cock stirred and tried not to think of it. As she worked down his back, she stood taller and the sensation ended. As Jade continued to work, the loosening of his muscles and the warmth of the room again lulled Bo into a drowsy state. His mind returned to his dream and he imagined Jade's breasts swaying as he thrust into her from behind. His cock grew stiff beneath him as his dream deepened. He was so relaxed that he barely felt Jade roll him gently on his side and bend his knee as she had before. In his mind, they changed positions, with Bo now fucking her from the side, her breasts shaking with each thrust. Jade worked his hip, working it until the muscle was relaxed. She then reached down and gently rolled onto his back. Again, Bo barely stirred, dreaming again that the two had changed positions and that she was now straddling him, bouncing on his cock, her breasts swaying rhythmically with their thrusting. Jade applied oil to his legs and was working upward from his calves. She reached his thighs when Bo awoke with a start. It took him a moment to get his bearings, trying to figure out how he got to his back. He slowly opened his eyes, gulping as he looked at Jade's swaying breasts, and that his erect cock was making in the towel. Bo's face flushed and his mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do. There was no way Jade hadn't noticed his erection. Bo was embarrassed and unsure how much of a faux paux this was. He was still trying to sort out what to do when Jade's fingers moved beneath the towel still traveling up his thighs. Jade looked up at him and smiled, her fingers still kneading their way up his thighs. Softly, she said, "Ah, you awake, Mr. Bo." Bo nodded weakly, unsure what to say. Jade looked meaningfully at the tent in the towel and cooed softly, "Almost all of you is relaxed now," she paused, looking him in the eye, "would you like me to relax the rest of you?" Bo's heart almost skipped a beat. For a moment, he didn't know what to do, but after a moment, he stammered thickly, "Yes." Jade smiled and Bo jumped as he felt her warm, oily fingers begin to softly massage his scrotum. He closed his eyes, his breathing fast and shallow. Jade's fingers gently rubbed and tugged at his balls. The sensation was exquisite. Jade then pulled the towel off his mid-section, allowing his penis to spring upright. Jade gently grasped his shaft, squeezing it at the base, steadily and firmly, causing it swell and thicken more than Bo could ever remember. He was almost panting now, feeling the blood pounding in her shaft. Jade kept one hand on his shaft and with the other squeezed a stream of warm oil on his shaft. It felt so good Bo couldn't help but moan softly. Jade's hand began to move up and down his shaft slowly, moving from the base to just below the head. Bo's hands were balled into fists and his breathing was now ragged pants. Jade's hand picked up pace and increased it's pressure on his shaft. Bo's shaft felt like it might explode and he tried in vain to try and extend the pleasure he was feeling by trying to do long division in his head. It wasn't working. He could feel his balls tingling and the cum trying to push upward. Suddenly, Jade allowed her thumb and forefinger to caress the engorged head as she stroked. At the same time, she increased her pace and Bo could hold back no longer. He breathed in sharply as he felt his orgasm coming and then he let out a long, low moan as his penis erupted. Three, long strands of cum shot from his cock, followed by many more smaller ones. Bo's hips came off the table and he kept moaning as his cum covered Jade's hand. Slowly, she brought him down, slowing the pace and pressure, but continuing to stroke his shaft as it jerked lightly in her sticky fingers. Bo smiled as his breathing became steadier and deeper. Jade had his cum all over her hand and one of the initial shots of his cum and landed on her tank top. Bo exhaled and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, Jade had a warm, damp towel. She gently began to clean him and he sighed at the feeling. She stepped to the cabinet and as Bo sat up, she shrugged out of her soiled tank top and pulled a clean one out, and with it in her hand turned to face him. Bo's eyes widened as he got his first real glimpse of her breasts. They were better than he had imagined, large and soft, jiggling as she laughed softly. "See something you like, Mr. Bo," she asked playfully. Bo nodded appreciatively as she tugged it over her head. "Mr. Bo, I glad I could relax all of you today," she said with a smile, "You know, relaxation very good for body and soul. Perhaps you should get relaxed more often." At the moment, the idea of seeing Jade more was all Bo wanted. "Could I get an appointment next week?" he asked. "Of course," she replied, "how 'bout next Thursday?" Bo agreed and Jade gave him a peck on the cheek and was gone. He dressed and walked up front somewhat self consciously, wondering if the receptionist had heard his moans. If she did, she didn't let on and she took his payment and dutifully scheduled his next appointment. Bo couldn't get Jade out of his mind. All week, he thought of her oiled hand gliding up and down his cock, of his intense orgasm, and of her amazing tits. He thought Thursday would never come, and then Thursday turned into such a hellacious day at the office that he nearly forgot about it. At the last minute, he remembered, and though he still had work to do, he told his secretary he had an important appointment and rushed to the spa. He was about five minutes late arriving. Traffic was terrible and between that and the rest of his day, he was in a foul mood by the time he entered the spa. The receptionist greeted him and he nodded, but said nothing. After a few moments, a buzzer went off and she beckoned Bo to follow her. This time, she took him past the room he'd gone to before to the end of the hall. She opened the door and they proceeded down another short hall to another door. She opened this one and stepped into a room that was slightly larger than the room he'd been in previously, but it had one noticeable difference: in addition to the massage table, there was a full size bed. The receptionist motioned him in, told him to lie on the table, and then left the room. Bo's mind was reeling from the stressful day and now from the implications of the bed in the room. Bo stripped quickly and lay on his stomach, the towel around his waist, trying to relax. Jade entered a few moments later and smiled. She was dressed again in a simple white tank top, but today she wore a pair of tight jean shorts showing off a pair of firm, tanned legs. Bo smiled appreciatively, but said nothing. Jade seemed to sense his tension and said nothing but moved to his side quietly. Bo was so tense that he jumped when she touched him. "Poor baby," she cooed and began to knead his taut shoulders and neck. Jade worked up and down his back, slowly loosening his muscles. She gently stroked his head and neck and to his surprise, he became so relaxed that he drifted off. Jade gently removed the towel around his waist and massaged the back of his legs and his glutes. Then, gently, she rolled him to his side and pushed his right leg upward. She again massaged the spot on his hip that had brought him there in the first place. Then, her fingers moved down and begin to lightly caress his scrotum. Bo's breathing began to quicken and his penis began to thicken. Bo's eyes opened and he smiled and rolled onto his back. Jade met his eyes as one hand continued to caress his balls and the other fondled his growing penis. Jade reached for his hand and pulled him into a sitting position, guided him to the bed and motioned for him to lie down again. He did and Jade straddled his legs and reached for his cock again. Bo sighed as Jade's soft, oily hands again began to stroke him. She stroked him for a few moments, letting it grow hard and rigid in her hand. Bo had closed his eyes, but opened them when she released him. Her eyes were locked on his as she took the hem of her top in her hands and pulled it seductively over her head, tossing it to the floor. Bo was mesmerized as she again began to rub shaft. Her breasts swayed gently as her hand moved. After a few moments, Jade reached for the bottle of oil beside the bed. Bo's eyes were locked on her as she drizzled oil over both her breasts and down the valley between them. She put the bottle back on the table and took Bo's hands and placed them on her breasts. "Mmm," Bo sighed as his hands closed around her big, soft breasts. They felt incredible in his hands and he began to knead and squeeze them, gently stroking her rising nipples with his thumbs. Jade sighed and continued to minister to his shiny cock, moving her hands up and down the shaft and squeezing firmly. Jade leaned over, letting her breasts rest on his chest. Slowly, she moved them down over his stomach so that the tip of his cock touched them. Then she moved back up, rubbing her breasts over him. Back and forth she went, each time, letting her breasts touch the tip of his erection. It felt so good that Bo moaned softly. Jade then took his hands in hers and placed them at his sides. Then, she took her breasts in her hands and began to knead them herself. Bo watched mesmerized as she pulled on her erect nipples. Again, she met his eyes and held them as she bent and engulfed his shaft with her breasts. Bo's eyes widened and he swallowed hard as Jade began to move them up and down on his turgid shaft, squeezing them together firmly as she moved up and down. Bo moaned again, his desire growing by the second. Bo felt himself getting close, and Jade must have sensed it too as she released his cock from between her heavy tits and sat back. "How you want to finish?" she asked softly. She put her finger on her lips and let it linger, then let it slide down between her tits and pause, and then finally slid it down to her crotch. Bo tried to speak but his mouth was too dry. He swallowed and reached up and put his hand on the crotch of her shorts. Jade nodded and rotated off the bed, stood, and with one motion, removed her shorts and panties. Bo licked his lips. Jade's butt looked amazing, big and soft, and her sex was smooth and hairless, and by the scent Bo inhaled, already damp. Jade reclined beside him on the bed and reached for the bottle of oil. She poured some on her hip and Bo watched as it made it's way down and found it's way to her mound. Then, she took Bo's left hand and squirted some in, her eyes telling him what to do. Without a word, he reached over and began to gently rub her sex. Jade closed her eyes and moaned softly as his fingers began to work the folds of her womanhood. Her hand searched and found his cock again and resumed a slow, steady stroke. Her breasts were right in Bo's face and he began to kiss them lightly. Bo's fingers began to penetrate Jade's pussy gently and she began to move slowly against his hand. His thumb found her clit and began to circle it firmly. Jade groaned and rolled Bo onto his back, straddling him again. Her hand guided his shaft to her pussy and she leaned over him, so that his erection was grinding against it. Bo's hand caressed her soft ass as it ground against his and his eyes were fixed on Jade's swaying tits inches from his face. With both of their sexes oiled, it only took seconds for Bo to slip inside Jade. Both of them let out a cry of pleasure as their bodies joined. At first, Jade drug her breasts across his chest as he thrust steadily into her, but as their tempo and pleasure grew, she pushed herself back, her hands on Bo's chest as they moved together. Bo squeezed her bottom, pressing her clitoris against his shaft, driving her pleasure higher and higher. Her breasts bounced and shook with each thrust, fueling his desire even more. Jade began to gasp with each thrust, then moan, and then she began to cry out with each one as her orgasm approached. "Mr. Bo!" she moaned, "Mr. Bo! Fuck me, Mr. Bo! Ohhh, fuck me! Yeah! Oh, baby! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Suddenly, every muscle in Jade's body stiffened. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out, and she arched her back trying to drive his shaft deeper. Then, as if released from the hold of an unseen hand, she drew in a breath and began to scream and cry out as her orgasm crashed over her in wave after wave. The Spa As her pleasure peaked, she broke free of Bo's hands on her hips and began to almost bounce up and down on his shaft. With her pussy contracted in orgasm, this had the effect of causing the back wall of her pussy to rub firmly and directly on the underside of the head of his penis. It felt better than anything he'd ever felt and after the other stimulation his penis had already received, it drove him over the edge in seconds. He shot what felt like every drop of his semen in a massive orgasmic burst, and then incredibly continued to ejaculate into her, burying his head between her mounds and crying out in intense pleasure. After several moments, they both came down from the mountain and Jade nestled beside him. Bo looked at her and she smiled a drowsy smile and winked. Bo laid his head back and smiled, anticipating what he hoped would be many more trips to the spa. The Spa Have you ever been to a nude beach or resort? What about being nude in your own back yard? I have attended a nude night at a sports centre… all very erotic and stimulating. The people were of all different shapes, ages and sizes. Just as is shown on any Naturist promo. But there was still an underlying sexual feeling. I had a great time playing volleyball in the pool. I enjoyed the breasts jiggling and floating. The weight room was also a lot of fun. It was amazing to put my towel down, and then start doing some shoulder exercises completely nude. I felt kind of vulnerable and on top of the world at the same time. I even got in a nice wank when left alone for a while. At first I was embarrassed to get erections as I got involved in things, or just wandered around. It got easier as the night progressed. The sauna room was like a fantasy coming true before my very eyes. One lady in there was lying down on her towel, with her legs parted about five inches. This allowed for a great view of her pussy. Then as her breathing got harder, her pussy lips parted more and more. I have an issue with a nice pussy; I love to sink my mouth in, yet was able to just enjoy the developing show. From there I moved over to the spa. This was very relaxing after all of those pussy thoughts. The couple who were in the other corner were quietly giggling and whispering to themselves, so I left them alone and just soaked up the jet streams to myself. With in fifteen minutes we were joined by many people. Soon there were over ten people happily laughing away the night in the spa. Here I found that not all of the people were here just to have a clothes free night. I was soon encouraged to allow a girl to sit on my legs, which led to several gropes from people as she was passed around. The excuse was that she needed to sit somewhere, and we needed to see where she landed. Later I had the pleasure of a girl and a guy who were sitting either side of me, and were old friends, giving me a very relaxing and enjoyable wank. They were chatting over my shoulders for a while, laughing, and then one of them put her arm over my shoulder to touch the other, and left it there. As we were all snuggled into the pool, there was lots of contact going on. Then the bloke turned a little more to our direction, hooking one of his legs over one of mine. Around this time the homeless girl came back around for another “position” fitting. I enjoyed how after a few minutes on my foot, she moved to the guy next to me and gave him a nice big cuddle. He had a good grope while they were at it. This slightly changed the conversation with the couple either side of me. They started to get a bit more touchy feely and started to incorporate me into the conversation. Well it was not long and I had a hand slowly jerking my cock, she was doing me the way I was taught to milk cows… very nice and subtle. The bloke then moved around in front and sat across both of our legs. I could just make out through the bubbles that he was playing in her pussy. As he had moved, several people then rearranged themselves around the spa. Little “Miss Lost” found a cosy spot across the way, and happily disappeared behind the blokes back and the group around her. I ended up with an elderly gent to my side, who was deeply involved in a conversation with another gent the other side of him. By now the bloke was rubbing a very hard cock between our legs… that felt strangely nice. I ended up with a nice cum, a bit of a grope and the girls phone number. We went on a great date a few weeks later. From that night I have not been able to really immerse myself in a spa. I came, she came, I think the bloke came a little later sitting with another girlie. There was way too much protein in that water, and there were over ten of us in there, and people got in as others got out. So that was how a fantasy of mine came to reality. Research is an amazing tool. I am sure that you would have a lot of fun with the oral and strap-ons, I know I did. But they are other stories. Hope you have a great day, and that I hear from you soon. The Spa Today was just another workout day for Karen at the health spa. At least three times a week she manages to go and try to unleash some of her stress that accumulates with her job. She normally goes for the aerobics portion, then showers and goes home. On Thursday's she gets a massage from one of the ladies on the staff. Karen normally tries to block everything out of her mind when she is here and just concentrates on her exercises. She felt like she was in fairly good shape for a lady of her age. She's in her mid 40's. She does well to keep up with the younger staff of three women and one man. The man, named Rick, primarily worked as a personal trainer but did handle massages when requested. Rick is 27 years old and quite fit, as the ladies that go can attest to. He's in a flirters paradise, Karen included. Karen, decided to start working out with the weight portion of the spa so that brought her into more contact situations with Rick. Tonight, she had to work late because of budget preparation where she works. She hurried and got to the spa before they closed because she didn't want to miss in her routine. It was late enough to miss the aerobics session but she still had time to do her weight training. Rick had been super, in making her relax and show her how to operate the machinery. Like I said, there was a little flirting going on with both sides, but up to this point it had been harmless. Karen kept noticing everyone clearing out of the spa, but she knew it was late and didn't think much of it other than whether she would be able to finish her workout. "Rick, I don't think I'll have time to finish my workout since it's so late and I know you close in 10 minutes." She says. "Don't worry about it Karen, if you need me to stay longer, I don't have anything to do tonight and I don't want you to miss anything" he says. "Oh thanks Rick, I'm only half way done. You are so sweet," she says. Karen usually works out with a pair of shorts and a baggy sweatshirt but tonight, her sweatshirt was dirty so she had grabbed a t-shirt instead. The shirt was actually a little snug and clung to her breasts more than what she was used to. She had noticed several men staring at her tonight and she happened to glance down and noticed that her nipples didn't have anywhere to hide. She blushed when she noticed it but continued to work out. Soon, Rick and Karen were the only ones in the spa because it was after closing time. She just started working out on the pecks machine as Rick walked by. "Rick, thank you for waiting around for me" she says. He stops and is right in front of her as she continues to work out. The peck machine allows you to work on your chest area and each time the spring loaded machine brought Karen's arms back, her breasts would stick way out and her nipples would almost burst out of the material. Rick couldn't move away, he was so fascinated with them. Rick normally wore a jogging suit but today he had on biker shorts and it did nothing to hide his bulge from Karen's eyes. She was getting flustered, thinking about him and knowing that he was a lot younger and shouldn't be having these thoughts. Finally, Karen finished the last routine and asked if she had time to take a shower. "Sure," Rick says and Karen went off to the shower room. Once in the shower her mind drifted off and she paid a little more attention to her breasts, knowing that they must have excited Rick, watching her nipples strain so much. With a soapy rag, Karen begins soaping her body. Her face, then her breasts. She lingered for a moment enjoying the feeling of the cloth stimulating her nipples. Lower her hand moved, soaping her stomach, down her legs, up here thighs until she reached her pussy. Her fingers pushed the cloth between her lips and she began soaping her clit. Her free hand moved up to her nipples and she began pulling on them, making them grow even more erect. All of a sudden she dropped the cloth and her fingers began working on her clit even harder. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, thinking of Rick, and her fingers entered her pussy to the second knuckle. She began moving her fingers in and out, fucking herself, thinking what it would be like having Rick doing that to her. As if she had a second sense that someone was watching her, she quickly opened her eyes and got the shock of her life. Rick had come into the shower and picked up the cloth while her eyes were closed and said, "Karen, I think you dropped something." Her eyes widened and her hands shot out to try to cover her the best that they could. Rick had taken his clothes off and came in strutting a cock that was already excited from watching her play with herself. "Rick, what are you doing in here" she says. "you know I'm a married woman don't you, you can't just come in here." Her eyes moved down his body and her voice got weaker, "Please leave Rick," she says almost in a whisper. Rick put his finger to his mouth and said, "Shhhhhhh". His hand reached out for her hand that was attempting to hid her breasts. "No Rick, please go" she said again, this time even more of a whisper. "Karen, your mind is saying no, but your body is telling me what you really want. Look at your nipples," he says and she looks down. They were flaming red and almost a half inch long. His other hand reached out and took her other hand that was hiding her pussy and led it to his cock. She jerked away momentarily, but he held her steady and pulled her hand back until it touched him. "Rick, no, I can't. I want to but I can't" she said. "Just hold me Karen, that's all I want, just hold me with your hand" he says and reluctantly, she opened her hand and grabbed his cock. It was so big she could hardly get her hand around it. He felt the pressure of her hand on him and his cock jerked a few times. Karen continued looking into his eyes as she felt this and her hand involuntarily began moving the skin back and forth. "God, what am I doing," she thought to herself. Her hand started moving with more intensity as he took her face in his hand and pulled her towards his. His tongue shot out and began licking her lips all over and then pressed against the opening of her mouth until she opened up and her tongue found his. As if she was almost losing control, her body pressed against his now while her hand stroked a cock that seemed to be growing even more. With one last ditch effort to right herself, she pulled back her hand and her body and said, "We've got to stop Rick, I can't do this." Rick didn't say anything but moved his hand to her pussy. Fighting what was beginning to be a losing battle, she finally realized that she had to have him and parted her legs for his hand. Her hand reached back and took his cock in it and began stroking it with one thing in mind as they began kissing again. Her mind was mush now and she had to have him. She moaned into his mouth as his fingers parted her lips and pushed themselves inside of her. Her breathing became intense as her hips began moving against his hand. Karen broke their kiss and began licking and kissing a trail down his chest, stopping at his nipples, then proceeding lower. She got on her knees in front of him and with his cock at eye level, she ran her tongue over it's inflamed head. It was so big now and she didn't know if she could take it all in her mouth but she wasn't going to be denied. Her mouth opened and just the head went inside as her tongue licked over the little hole that was oozing pre-cum. The salty taste only sent her mind reeling and she took more of him into her mouth. With one hand stroking his cock, her other one reached under him and cupped his dangling balls. She rolled each ball with her fingers as she began an earnest sucking on his cock. Her fingers left his balls and moved back into the crack of his ass and her fingers found his puckered hole and began massaging it. His hands now on her head, pulled her closer until she had so much in her mouth, she almost gagged. She found it sliding even further down her throat now as she relaxed and took him in. Her finger pushed harder into his ass, making him pull harder on her head until his cock was all inside her now. Rick moaned loudly as her finger pushed inside of his ass and he shove his hips forward and let loose with a barrage of his cum. Waves and waves of the salty cum splashed down her throat as she sucked him dry. Her finger all the way in, moving in and out now, triggering even more cum from him. When his orgasm subsided, he reached down and lifts Karen from her knees and turned off the water and led her out of the shower to the massage room. Taking a towel, he dried her off and placed a towel on the massage table and helped her up onto it. On her back now, Karen anticipated his next move and let modesty go to the wind and her hands sought out her breasts and one found her swollen clit and began massaging it. "Hurry Rick, my pussy is on fire, you've got to fuck me now, please, I want your cock." She says. "Patience baby," He says, "We are going to take our time because I want you to remember this as long as you live" Her fingers worked feverishly on her clit and moved from that to enter her hot pussy. The fire was raging inside her body and she needed him now. Rick stood at the foot of the table and inserted a couple of foot stirrups at the end, giving the table a look of one that is used when a woman goes for an examination. "What are you doing Rick?" She asks, never missing a beat in her quest to have something filling her pussy. "Slide down and put your legs up in here Karen," he orders. He helped her slide further to the foot of the table and placed a leg in each stirrup, causing her legs to be wide apart and elevated. "Oh God," Karen thought, "what is he going to do? I've never been so open before in front of a man, and almost a stranger at that." A blush rushes over her body. "Take your fingers Karen and open your pussy up for me. I want to see your beautiful pussy baby. I want to see what is waiting for me to taste and to fill with my hard cock." He says, as his hand is stroking his now rigid cock. Karen, now fully ashamed, yet horny as hell, moved her fingers and spread her lips wide open for him. "I can't believe I'm doing this Rick," she says. "What are you doing to me?" With her pussy now glistening from her own manipulations, Rick took his fingers and pushed two of them into her opening. Slick from her own juices, his fingers slid in without difficulty, causing a moan from Karen's mouth. Rick pushed them in after almost pulling them out and twisted them all round, readying her for his cock, which was harder than ever now. Karen's hips began moving with his motion as he slipped a third finger inside of her. In and out he pushed them as if he were fucking her. Her body lost control with her movement and her fingers found her swollen clit again. She began mauling it as he continued fucking her with his fingers. Finally, the fourth finger entered her which almost brought her off of the table. A sense of urgency rushed through her loins and before she could cum, he took her hand away from her clit and removed his fingers. "NO RICK, DON'T STOP NOW, I NEED TO CUM" She screamed, but to no avail. He wasn't going to let her cum just yet. He wanted her to cum when he was ready, not her. Without touching herself, her body was still thrashing around on the table, her hips lifting off of it, her pussy reaching and wanting anything at this moment. To be filled, to release her pent up passion. With his fingers slick from her juices, he began sliding them down through the crack of her ass, back and forth, pausing at her opening. He used her own juices to lubricate her ass for his fingers. "GOD, LET ME CUM NOW RICK," She let out another scream. Her breathing ragged now, her chest rising and falling, her hand clutching the sides of the table waiting for him to fuck her. Rick just looked at her and smiled and started pressing his finger into her ass. She lifted her hips off of the table and made it easier for him to enter her tight asshole. One knuckle, then two had entered her ass. He pushed harder and broke through her muscle ring and his finger was now embedded in her ass all of the way. He began moving it in and out of her ass now with a steady fucking motion. Her hips moving with his hand as she tried to relax her ass so he could move more freely. Karen was delirious now, wanting, needing for him to fuck her now. Her hand shot back to her clit so she could make bring herself to an orgasm, but he moved it away again. Karen felt more pressure at her ass as she realized that he was placing a second finger inside of her now. She pushed harder, helping him until the other one was in her now. He began his fucking motion again with her begging him to fuck her. Rick lowered his head now to her pussy and let his tongue touch the silky flesh of her inner body. He wasn't going to touch her clit because he knew that she would surely cum so he started teasing her with his tongue as he continued fucking her with his fingers in her ass. Karen thrashed around on the table and her hands shot out and clutched Ricks head trying to pull his face deeper into her pussy. He resisted and frustration set in on Karen at this time. She was frantic now, needing to cum and would do anything at this point to fulfill that need. Finally, Rick succumbed to her need and took her clit between his lips and began sucking it hard as he fucked her ass with his fingers. Again, she pulled his head harder against her pussy and lifted her hips as her body exploded with desire. "OH GOD RICK, I'M GOING TO CUMMMMMMM, FUCK ME IN THE ASS. SUCK MY CLIT HARDER YOU BASTARD," She screamed as her body lost control during her orgasm. Her hips clearing the table now, thrusting her pussy into his face and her ass onto his fingers. "I'M CUMMMMMMMING NOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWW, AGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," she screamed after waves of cum rushed through her body and into his mouth. When she subsided and her ass fell back onto the table, Rick new that it was time for her to feel his cock deep inside of her. Her pussy was on fire even though she had just climaxed. Her clit was throbbing when he took his mouth away. He stood up and took his hard cock into his hand and began rubbing it over the swollen clit. He pushed the head just inside, seeing if he would have any resistance because of the size. She was so open and so wet, that little resistance was felt so he reached up and clutched her breasts and thrust his hips forward, burying his cock deep inside of her. A pain shot through her pussy momentarily because she had never had anything this big inside of her. After a few more thrusts, the pain went away and the urgency took over. "FUCK ME RICK. I WANT TO FEEL YOUR COCK IN MY STOMACH. FUCK ME HARD AND LONG," she screeched. She would suck air between her teeth each time he plowed his cock into your tight pussy. Never before has she felt so much pleasure. "FUCK ME HARDER RICK," hollered out at him. Rick placed his hands on her shoulders, and pulled her hard to him each time he lunged forward. He was fucking her without mercy now. Her hand found her nipples and began pinching and pulling on them. "YESSSSSSSSSSS," she says as she felt every impact of his cock when he thrust against her womb. Rick was in his glory now as his balls ached for his release. He lunged forward, feeling her pussy squeezing him until he couldn't hold it any longer. "I'M GOING TO CUM BABY, I'M GOING TO FILL YOUR HOLE WITH MY SEED, NOW BABY, NOWWWWWWWWW, FUCK ME HARDER," He yells at her. "OH YES RICK, I'M GOING TO CUM TOO, FUCK ME RICK, FUCK ME HARDER, MAKE ME CUM WITH YOU. FILL MY PUSSY WITH YOUR CUM NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW," She screams as her body shutters and her pussy quakes around his monstrous cock. Rick unleashed another wave of his cum, filling her inner beings. Karen felt the warm liquid rushing into her body and she lost all control and began cumming with him. "AGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW, I'M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMING NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW," She lets out another scream. Her pussy pulsing, her clit hard and on fire, her fingers stroking it as he pounded his last few drops deep inside of her pussy. Rick collapsed on top of her as he was spent. Karen wrapped her arms around him and held on as her pussy clutched at his cock, not wanting it to leave her body. They lay there in each others arms until their breathing was back to normal. Rick pulled his now limp cock out of her and they kissed once more. Karen removed her legs from the stirrups and he helped her crawl off of the table. They both headed to the showers and cleaned each other off and got dressed. Next week, when it was time for Karen to come back for her workout, she didn't show. Karen went to another spa because she knew that she could no longer go there anymore. She knew that she would have no control of the situation if he hit on her again. She wanted him, but this was the best way to handle it. The Spa Cyn went into the spa. The attendant greeted her and Cyn explained that she didn't feel sexy because her husband hadn't touched her in a few months, and she thought she should tone it up a little. "Sure, you want the one day pass to try us out, and then we can talk about your membership options. Let me introduce you to one of our personal trainers. He can help create a workout plan for you to achieve what you want," said Stephanie, the attendant. She led Cyn over to Greg. "Greg, this is Cyn, and she wants to tone herself up. She says her husband doesn't think she's sexy anymore, and she needs improvement. She's checking us out today on a one day pass." Cyn looked down in embarrassment as Stephanie revealed the part about her husband. Then she blushed furiously as Greg said, "Your husband is insane. I can help you tone up, but you are already very sexy." "Watch it, Greg. Don't want to scare away the customers with your over-active libido..." Stephanie gave him a stern look. "I'll take her back to the locker rooms to change, and then you can help her." Stephanie took Cyn into the locker rooms, got her a locker, and left her there to change. Cyn thought about this whole thing. Greg's comment had embarrassed her, but at the same time, she appreciated the compliment. Especially from somebody as big and handsome as Greg was. She got into her t-shirt and shorts. As she looked around at the other women she realized she looked a little frumpy in her outfit. No leotard, leggings, etc. She started to feel out of place. Timidly she approached Greg. "I don't seem to have the same attire as the other girls. Will this be okay?" "Of course," Greg said. "You're still sexy even in that. You just can't hide it. Now what do you want to work on?" She explained that she wanted to tone up a bit. Erase some of the extra flab off her arms, legs, butt, and mid-section. He worked with her for two hours. She was slowing down as her endurance was giving out. Then she collapsed into a chair and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Had enough?" Greg asked. "You know, we don't normally give people the full treatment on their one day pass, but you look like you could use it. And you've done so wonderfully. Much better than most of them on their first day. So, if you want, I'll show you where the showers and sauna room is. And then, if you're good, I'll take you to see one of our massage therapists." She looked up at him. The workout had been invigorating. And it had turned her on. Not just because Greg had touched her to show her what she was working on, and what she was improving with each exercise, but also because she just felt better doing it. "Okay. That sounds wonderful." Greg took her to the shower room. He pointed through the door indicating where she should go. "You aren't coming with me?" "They frown on that here, but if you want to have dinner later." "Oh...gosh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." she stammered. "I didn't realize we were there already. I'm sorry. I'll meet you back here when I've finished." She headed into the shower room blushing again. Greg chuckled a little. Then sat down to watch some women working out as he waited for Cyn to come back. He looked around at the other personal trainers and their charges and decided he had gotten the lucky pick of the day. She was sexy without knowing it. But she was shy beyond belief. He wanted to fuck her so bad, but he figured she wouldn't go for it since she was married and seemed like she was too proper for that sort of thing. He laughed to himself again....'sometimes those are the wildest ones....' "I was about to send in a rescue party." "Sorry I took so long, but the sauna was wonderful. I didn't want to leave." "I saw Jay walking by a moment ago. He's our best masseuse; if you would still like to have a massage. And, if you're not comfortable with a male masseuse, we have a few women as well." "No, Jay will be fine. I know I seem like a little girl, and a bit naive....but today...I'm feeling a bit bolder." "Okay, then. Let's go grab Jay before someone else does." He led her through the workout area, to some rooms at the other side of the spa. He took her through a curtained entranceway. A hallway was behind the curtain. It had door after door on alternating sides. "Jay, you busy?" Greg yelled to the tall, well-muscled man at the end of the hallway. Cyn looked at Jay, and figured she had gone to heaven. He was as handsome as Greg, and just as well built. She started thinking about the second gorgeous Adonis of a man paying attention to her body today, and she felt creamy inside. "No. I have an opening," Jay responded. 'Me too,' Cyn thought to herself. Then she blushed because of her lude thoughts. Greg looked at her, "What are you blushing about. I haven't said how sexy you are in hours." "I don't know," she responded. "Just something came to mind is all." "Well," Greg started, sounding all hurt, "Jay is very handsome and strong, but I saw you first, didn't I?" She blushed again looking at him through her downcast eyelashes. He wanted her badly. And she didn't seem as shy as she first did. But he also knew a good girl that didn't fool around on her husband when he saw one. And she definitely fit that bill. If he was ever going to get into her pants, it would take a lot of work. Or the right situation....... "Can you believe that she told me that her husband doesn't think she's sexy?" Greg asked Jay as he began to work on Cyn's back. She was lying on the table with a towel draped over her butt. "No way!" Jay exclaimed. "You guys are talking about me as though I wasn't here. Now stop that." "Sorry," Jay said, "but I couldn't believe it. Perhaps it's not my place to say it, but you are very appealing. Why if you weren't married, I would have asked you out on a date." Cyn smiled in response. Jay worked oil onto his hands, and then onto her back. He rubbed up and down her back with his fingertips going along her ribcage. His fingers brushed over the sides of her full breasts as he worked. She was starting to feel very tingly. Jay began the same treatment to her legs; working from her thigh down to her foot, and back up. He was careful to avoid going too high on her thighs. Normally he would have but he had picked up on the same thing Greg had; that this woman was one not to go outside the lines. He figured that even though she was getting a little excited, she would never cheat on her husband. But Greg had started to feel differently after watching her face as Jay was working on her. "Look at that, big ole Jay was afraid to ask you if you wanted the full treatment." "The full treatment?" Cyn responded. "Yes. The full treatment ends up with no draping, and your whole body is massaged. That includes upper front and lower rear," Greg answered. "I would have asked, but I figured you wouldn't want it," Jay explained. "Hmmm. Well, is that normal, or are you guys just making that up?" "It's....normal. I mean, it is offered to our other clients, young and old, regardless of looks. It just happens that you are super sexy and would suspect us of tricking you into showing us your body. We can call a female attendant in here if you want the full treatment but are nervous with just us here." "Ahhhmmm.... No, it's okay. I think I will take the full treatment, but you don't need to have a female attendant. I assume if you called another attendant in here, then Greg would have to leave, and he's been so good to me today. Might as well reward him, huh?" Jay pulled the towel off her butt and got some more oil. He worked that between his hands, and then spread it on her ass. He worked professionally but sensuously as well. She was starting to get creamy between her legs. Her eyes were closed and she relaxed and enjoyed the attention. Jay finished his work on her back, and had her roll over. Greg let out a low whistle as her large breasts became visible. "Glad you approve," Cyn said to Greg. Jay got more oil and worked it into her skin. He started at her feet and worked his way up. He was working on her upper thighs and brushed lightly against her vulva. She sighed a little, and her nipples hardened. Jay got more oil and started on her stomach. He didn't spend much time there since it is a sensitive area and ends up tickling his patients too much. He worked his oily hands over her breasts. She was moaning slightly as he did that. "I know it's inappropriate of me to say, but your husband is crazy if he's really been neglecting you. Although I can't believe he would," Greg said. "Jay's hands are the first to be on me in two full months. But I've been so neglected that I need more. Why don't you come over and help your friend with the massage?" Greg hopped up and sprinted to the tableside. Jay still had his hands on her tits, so Greg put his hand between her legs. She opened her legs and let them dangle off the sides of the massage table. Greg's fingers slid inside her wet opening easily. She reached for Jay's cock, and began rubbing it through the material of his pants. He bent down and kissed her, his tongue darting into her mouth. Greg pulled down his pants, and positioned Cyn on the end of the table so that her ass was on the edge of the table. Then he moved between her legs, and she put them over his shoulders. She had Jay's fly undone, and was sucking his dick as Greg fucked her. Jay held one nipple in his fingers, and Greg held the other one, pinching and twisting. She orgasmed twice as Greg plowed into her. She jacked Jay off into her mouth and then Greg came in her pussy. After the wonderful treatment she had received at the spa, she decided to join. The Spa The building was nondescript except for the small sign to the left of the door. 'Boardwalk Spa' in small, neat letters on a brass plate. A doorbell below it the only other blemish on the clapboard. I pressed the button and waited. I never heard the bell, only trusted that it was working. I was about to ring again when the door opened. Greeted with a small smile, I return it looking into the face of a very pretty woman. I hand her the card you sent me. She glances at it before announcing, "Of course. Please follow me." She leads me down a short hall and opens a door to the right. She points to a locker and tells me that I can change here and put my belongings into the locker. A very white and very plush robe hangs next to the locker, soft slippers below it. "Your friends are already here and waiting for you." I look at her questioning, thinking "friends?" But she is already out the door, closing it behind her. I undress and place everything into the locker. There's no lock but somehow I know that privacy and security is not an issue here. As if timed perfectly, the door reopens just as I finish tying the robe's belt. The attendant gives me a warm smile and nods towards the open door. We turn left now and follow the hall deeper into the building. Several doors on either side but its the last one on the right that she chooses. Unlike the first room, this one is already occupied. Soft music fills the air along with the scent of fresh flowers. I see a table with an open bottle of red wine with two half drunk glasses near by. The walls of the room match the brightness of the robes but my eyes are drawn to the movement as a hand reaches and lifts a glass. "What do you think? Was I right?" Your voice brings my smile to full bloom as I spy you bringing the glass to your lips. You sip and turn slightly to face your friend. I see her, dressed as you and I, next to you on the divan. "Evelyn, Jenny. Jenny, this is Evelyn. I believe you remember my speaking of her. She recommended this place and I must say that I like what I see so far." Evelyn I see is close to your age. A tad deeper complexion than you but with long black hair and smoldering dark eyes. Her lips are brilliant red which really sets off her eyes. Both of you with imbecile make up and hair. I see that the spa has already attended to you and hope that I will look as good when they are finished. "I think you will find that this spa will cater to your every need and provide service that none can compare." I'm not sure if Evelyn is speaking to me or you. Her eyes on me but somehow I detect that her attention is really on you. Glancing down, I see that her foot is casually moving against your bare leg, confirming my suspicions. The attendant brings me a glass and I sit in the empty chair across from you. She pours me a glass of wine and I sip, waiting, relaxing along with you. As I take in more of the room, I see that your hand is hidden by the flap of Evelyn's robe. Suddenly jealous of her, I take a large gulp of the wine. Evelyn's expression doesn't change but I hear a difference in her voice. "Jenny, we've already had the first treatment. Why don't you take your wine and Betty here will get started with you." She nods at the attendant who gives me a curt head bob in turn. I stand and she opens another door, taking me into a darkened hall then into a sauna. Just as the first door closes behind me, I swear I hear the sound of a kiss, kisses. I don't look but I want to. Betty places a towel on the bench and tells me to remove the robe and lay back. She pours some water onto the coals, raising up clouds of steam in the already heavy, hot air. Laying on the hard bench, the thick air causes my eyes to close and I almost feel that I could drift off to sleep. The sound of a zipper brings my eyes open and I see that Betty has removed her uniform. She's nude underneath and I find myself taking inventory of her. Her red hair is tied into a ponytail that reaches halfway down her back. Her ivory skin is unblemished except for the pink nipples topping each of her full breasts. I glance down to find that her mound is smooth and hairless. Sweating profusely, I feel as if my body is being cleansed with every pore opened. Betty has brushed back my hair and tied it into a pony to match hers. She leans closer and whispers that I should just relax and allow her to guide me. Her hands moving over my body, my breasts. Feeling her body pressing up against me, her nipples cutting small circles as she extends her hand down to touch my mound. "The other's only wanted a trim but I've been told you wax you. You've shaved this morning but the wax will still make you smoother. We'll start once you've sweated a bit longer." Her lips and tongue fluttering over my ear. She gives my neck small kisses but I don't respond, instead I try to ignore the caresses and evident willingness. My mind is swimming by the time that Betty tells me that its time to go. She takes my hand and leads me through another door. My robe, her uniform, left behind and forgotten. We stand together in the middle of the room when the cold water hits us. Drenching us in a moment from the hidden overhead shower. I almost cry out in the sudden change to cold from hot and Betty has to hold me as my knees go weak. As suddenly as it started, it ends. Betty's hand squeegees the water from my face before she finds several warm luxuriant towels to dry my body, and hers. She leads me to the next room where a lounge chair awaits me. She sits me down then quickly and efficiently waxes me. I want to enjoy the warmth of the molten wax but she has no time for that. Ripping it off me far too soon for my own tastes but leaving me much smoother than I arrived. Finished, she tugs my hand and I stand as she wishes. Another door, another room, this time with a cot and stand beside it. A thick white cover on the cot, where Betty tells me to lay on face down. "Not everyone gets this treatment but your order was very specific." Betty caresses my face and whispers that I should relax, and enjoy. "They must have special plans for you tonight." She steps away for a minute but I can hear her opening drawers and the liquid sloshing within a plastic or vinyl bag. Something clicked, hung, onto the stand. Then my legs gently pushed apart. A slick finger teases and enters my rectum. Not to give pleasure but to ready me and it is soon withdrawn. Replaced with an equally slick tube that Betty guides deeper inside me. "This may be a lot, so let me know..." the words trailing off. Or did I just stop listening? My focus shifted to the warm liquid pouring into my ass. Filling me, expanding within me, stretching me. The pressure building, increasing, testing my ability to hold it. Then stabilizing. "Wow, you did it. Now try to hold it as long as you can." This directive not made easy by the withdrawal of the tubing, forcing me to clench tighter still. Sweating again. This time not because of the room temperature but to control the urge to let go. Knowing that I need to retain it as long as I can. My mind blocking everything out, including when Betty helps me to my feet. Only realizing I have moved when she turns me and sets me onto the toilet. Releasing with her words, "Go ahead now, I'll need to fill you again once you're done," ringing in my ears. Then somehow I'm back on my belly. The tube reinserted, another liquid filling me. Hot like the first but somehow different. Just water perhaps. This time, our trip to the toilet immediately after the last drop is pumped into me. We got into another room, one visited before perhaps? Yes, it is. The water again pouring from the ceiling but warm now. And Betty is scrubbing me, soaping me, washing me. Washing us. Once again I'm dried by her and lead to another room. This one occupied by a large bed. Bare except for a clean white sheet. I'm placed upon it and I'm struck by the softness of the sheet. Suddenly the room goes black, all light extinguished. A panel slides silently to the side, opening up a view into the adjacent room. Betty voice soft and warm in my ear, her body soft and warm next to mine. "Now you are to watch..." The adjoining room matches this one. A single large bed with a soft white sheet. Also with two bodies upon it. But these bodies are in motion. Your hair and make up no longer perfect. A light sheen of sweat on your face, your lips twisted into almost a sneer as your hips pound down into Evelyn. A handful of her hair sprouting from the fingers of one hand, while the other is braced upon the bed next to her. Her legs wrapped about your hips. Happily fucking with you. I can glimpse the shaft of the dildo in the gap appearing and disappearing between your bodies. The black straps over and between your butt cheeks the other evidence of it. Transfixed watching you and her, I don't notice Betty's fingers rolling my nipples. I only know that my body is on fire with the flames burning extra hot there. I don't notice her tongue either until it retreats from my ear, replaced with her words, "I'm told they've been at it ever since we left them." Its then that I realize that a speaker in the wall carries the sound of your sex to us. I can hear you asking Evelyn if she likes it. Whether she wants more. Then a laugh as you tell her that she's going to get it whether or not she wants it. Evelyn's response is to clamp her legs firmer about you. Pulling herself into you harder. Her hand upon your breast, the other snakes up behind your head as if to pull you to her for a kiss. A kiss you reward her with, both your cheeks revealing the efforts of tongues fighting in the midst of the kiss. Betty's hot breath again in my ear, "She told me we could. That she wanted us to..." The words trailing off as her fingers squeezed tighter on my nipples. "What? Who? We could do what?" My questions not really questions but involuntary utterances as my concentration on the sex in the next room is broken. "Judy, she told me to tell you." Betty's hand turning my face towards hers. In the darkness of the room, our lips meet and we kiss. The kiss of soon to be lovers. One sure of it beforehand, knowing that it was your wish. The other surprised but willing. Our kisses broken by the sound from the other room. A loud thunderclap of flesh on flesh. Looking back, I see that Evelyn is on her knees with you standing before her. Your posture involves a fistful of hair, with the other hand raised again. But before you can swing, Evelyn's mouth opens and she takes the cock extending from your crotch deep into her mouth. Bobbing once, then twice, she takes it all down. "That's better. Let's see what a cock slut you are. Clean your pussy juice off that big cock." Your hand gripping her hair pushing and pulling her head up and down on your 'cock'. The panel between our rooms closes with a soft click. In total darkness again, I turn back towards Betty. We resume our caresses, falling down flat onto the bed facing each other. I push my leg between Betty's as her hands squeeze and pull at my ass. Betty's pussy coats my thigh allowing her to grind easily along it. My hands explore the rest of her body. I discover that while her nipples do not extend far, they are exceedingly sensitive to my touch. Just as I'm sure that she's about to cum, the light clicks on in the room and the door flies open. Blinking in the blinding light, I half see you stride towards the bed with Evelyn behind you. Hands are pulling Betty away from me and I can barely make out you dragging her out of the room before the lights click off. Another body is with me now and without seeing I know it is Evelyn. I can smell you upon her as her hands are in my hair holding my head still for her. Her lips on mine and I'm kissing again. Evelyn's kiss so different from Betty's. Surer but more teasing. Her mouth still wet with you as well. I can only moan when she finally offers me her tongue and I taste the bitterness upon it I know so well. Once again the panel moves. Evelyn turns my head to it and I peer into your bed once more. Betty is under you, her hands holding her ankles. As when I spied you with Evelyn, your hips a blur humping into her. But this time there is no evidence of a strap on. And I know you are fucking her with your clit, and by the look on her face, I know she is loving it. Her pale body contrasting with the still recent imagine of Evelyn's darker body. Evelyn's breasts covered with large dark areolas whereas Betty's pink tips are tiny. However, her moans are just as loud and lustful as Evelyn's before her from that spot on the bed. I see a droplet of sweat fall from your face onto Betty's cheek. As if following it, your lips are then upon hers. Moans now muffled, I can tell that both you and her have reached orgasm. Its with a shock as I see you jump up and move down. Betty's body completely visible for a moment before your hands take hold of her at the base of her thighs. Then your mouth goes in, long pink tongue darting out into the star below her reddened pussy. Betty moans but I don't hear them over mine. Entranced in watching you, Evelyn has to be forceful as she pushes me onto my hands and knees. Seeing Betty luxuriating on your hot wet tongue, then experiencing the same as Evelyn's finds my asshole. Her tongue drives forward, licking, circling, probing. My eyes fluttering, then opening wide as her fingers spread the wetness of my pussy over the fullness of my clit. Shaking and cumming, cumming and shaking. Matching the movements of Betty before you. Stretching out on the mattress, Evelyn moves into a spooning position with me. Its then that I feel the hardness of the dildo sprouting from her nether regions. As it pushes between my legs and into me, she wraps her arms about me. Slowly, she enters me completely before beginning a measured in and out while allowing me to recover from my recent orgasm. Soon we have moved beyond simple penetration and are now fully engaged in fucking. Our bodies slamming together as she thrusts and I push back into her. Then I'm on my belly with her on top of me. Fully prone on the bed, my arms extended to the two corners with her hands gripping my wrists. My legs spread as she drives forward. Breasts smashed on my back. Mouth kissing, biting my neck and shoulders. Both of us grunting with the exertion of our fucking. I look up and see you straddling Betty's face. By your movements and facial expression, I know that you have Betty's tongue in your ass. I see your hand rise and fall, smacking her pussy squarely as you continue to ride her face. "In my ass. I want you in my ass." And Evelyn complies. Pulling out quickly then raising the head of the cock an inch to press it at my rosebud. Without lube, she goes slowly. Allowing me to set the pace. Her hand guiding it in until she feels them meet my cheeks. Then she pulls her fingers out and sinks down. Voice husky, "Judy told me you were an ass whore and now I know it is true." Then I hear her giggle, "But then again, I've tasted her ass tonight too." With that, we set into a slow rhythm of fucking. Evelny pinning me to the bed as her hips pound into my ass. Bringing me to an intense orgasm before reaching her own. Still impaled by her, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. In a dream state, I groan without waking as I feel her leave me at some point. Uncovered, yet not cold on the bed, I remain in a state of sated sexual sleep. In the darkness of the room and my slumber, I can't notice your entrance. Nor do I realize that its you and not Evelyn as my dream state just presumes its her weight that returns to my bed. My dream incorporates the soft kiss upon my shoulder and cheek and the continued movement upon the bed. Its not until your hot piss hits my face that I awaken to my real dream. The Spa I was both nervous and excited about the new Intimate Massage offered at the spa. The description was teasingly ambiguous, simply stating "An experience to bring you to new heights of pleasure and relaxation". The session started just as any other massage session. The massage therapist met me in the lobby and guided me back to a private room. In the room, I could see what looked like a standard massage table, a chair, and a work area for the therapist. The lighting was low. He asked me to undress completely, lie down on the table on my back and cover myself with the paper sheet provided. Then he left. I started undressing with a flutter as this was the first time I had ever undressed completely for a massage. I slipped out of my bra and thong and ran my hands over my supple body. I had recently started going to the gym and I enjoyed the feel of my lightly muscled stomach stretching down to my well-groomed pussy. I sat up on the table and laid back, noticing immediately the table was rather short. Instead of resting fully on the table, my legs hung down over the edge at the knee. I covered up with the paper sheet and waited for the therapist to return. With a soft knock, he asked if I was ready. I said I was. He came in, dimmed the lights further, and started playing some soft music. He moved behind me and asked me to close my eyes. I felt some rustling in the paper sheet above my breasts and realized he was parting the paper sheet exposing my nipples and part of my breasts. As the cool air hit my nipples, I felt them stiffen. He gently fondled each breast, and then began to firmly massage my nipples, pulling and squeezing, alternating from a soft touch to a definitive pinch. My breathing quickened as I enjoyed the attention. He squeezed some warm oil onto each nipple and rubbed it in. I could feel the heat spreading within my body, radiating from my nipples down between my legs. This continued for a long while and I began to slightly rub my legs together, trying to indirectly stimulate myself further. Noticing my movements, he moved to the foot of the table. It sounded like some equipment was being moved around, but I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the warm feeling in my body. Suddenly, he was lifting my legs up and when I opened my eyes, I saw he had connected stirrups to the end of the table. The paper sheet fell back to my stomach as he placed my feet into the stirrups. He then asked me to scoot my behind down to the end of the table fully exposing myself to him. At first I was embarrassed. I pulled my knees inward, trying to limit what he could see. He placed his warm hands on the insides of my thighs and gently pressed them apart asking me to relax and enjoy. As I thought about the great feelings he had already brought me, I dropped my knees to the sides and once again closed my eyes. It seemed like an eternity I laid there with his eyes searching my most private area when I felt a warm liquid gliding over my clitoris and labia. His fingers soon followed, expertly rubbing the oil in circles over my smooth skin. His touch moved over my labia, then centered on my clit, slowly, gently rubbing. He was so close to me, I could feel his hot breath blowing across my skin. I could imagine him breathing in the scent of my arousal. I moaned and began to rock my hips slightly as I became lost in the pleasurable sensations he was creating. After several minutes, he stopped touching me and I was initially disappointed; however, I realized he was only getting something from a drawer beneath the table. I felt his hand on me again, spreading my lips. I could feel something large pressing against and then entering my pussy. Oh, this is what had been missing. I so needed to feel full. He continued to push the large dildo into me until it couldn't go any further. He pulled it out just a little, then pushed it back in, moving faster and further with each stroke. His other hand resumed the gentle circles on my clit and I thought I would explode. This intimate massage was worth every fucking penny I spent on it! So many times I reached the pinnacle of an orgasm and every time he would immediately stop his movements. Each time the orgasm was eluded, my sensitivity jumped up a notch and new levels of pleasure were attained. I never imagined I could feel this good. Again, his touch left me. I could hear him getting in the drawer once more. What could he be getting now? There could be no way of making this feel any better. I took inventory of my current state realizing just how horny I was and how I must look. My nipples still poked through the slits in the sheet. They were hard as pebbles and tingling with sexual excitement. My body was glistening with a fine perspiration from my exertion of almost reaching orgasm but then holding back. Although I couldn't see it, I knew my clit was engorged with blood from being played with for so long with no release. His hands were back. He was pouring more warm oil over me and rubbing it in across my clit, down my pussy, and around my asshole. His fingers lingered there and I felt pressure forcing my asshole to open and accept. I gasped as I had never experienced anal play before and I couldn't imagine the feeling that was sweeping over me. He asked me if he had hurt me and should he stop. I told him no and to continue. One of his hands moved back up to my clit, continuing with the relentless rubbing while his other hand continued to apply pressure. With a soft pop, I felt my asshole open then close. This feeling was soon followed by more pressure and another feeling of opening and closing. I knew enough to know that he was placing anal beads inside me. He slowed and quickened his rubbing as each bead was gently pushed in. I was once again climbing that mountain toward a majorly intense orgasm. I moaned loudly as I felt the dildo enter my pussy. God, this guy had to have three hands as he worked the dildo, continued rubbing my clit and had one hand on the anal beads! The heat was rising inside me and about to break over when I felt the anal beads being pulled from me. I was immediately over the edge and wailing as the most powerful orgasm I ever had rocked my body from head to toe. The orgasm seemed to last several minutes before I collapsed in a heap on the table. He quietly cleaned up, removed my feet from the stirrups and placed them on the floor, then covered me with a soft cloth sheet replacing the paper one. He whispered in my ear to rest as long as I needed and that I was exceptional. The Spa It was a nasty business, and he was a nasty man. He was short, fat and sloppy and he sprayed spittle when he talked. I didn't like him, and I didn't like what he did for a living or what he stood for. If I controlled the law firm where I worked, I would not have him as a client, but the senior partners over ruled me and there I was, in my first year as a practicing attorney, ready to defend this piece of trash in his latest brush with the law. When I first met him in New York a few months earlier and we shook hands, I wanted to pull away and wipe my palm on my trousers or better yet, go wash my hands. He owned a series of topless girlie bars and massage parlors in and around New Orleans. I went to Louisiana to meet with him and the local district attorney to see if we could get him off his latest pandering offense with a plea bargain. His office was in the French quarter, on the second floor, over one of his massage parlors, "THE SPA." The flight from New York had been delayed and the non air-conditioned taxi had broken down on the way in from the airport. It was a hot mid November and I loosened my tie as we drove down the grimy street toward his grimy office. My shirt was wilted, sopping wet with sweat under the arms and I already felt dirty. I was sure it wasn't going to get any better. I felt like I needed to wash my hands or at least wipe them on my handkerchief. I was already pissed at having been torn away from my regimented life in the big apple with my neat apartment, my athletic club and most of all my friends. The only saving grace was the fight I had with my girlfriend a week ago. Maybe a few days away would make that pompous bitch realize what she was missing. With any luck, I could wrap this up in a few days and be home by Tuesday or Wednesday. I had to enter the "THE SPA" to get to his office. Much to my surprise, the massage parlor was bright, neat and clean. It was almost 4 o'clock on a steamy Thursday afternoon when a very attractive, petite, young lady greeted me. She was dressed in a sheer, powder blue, Roman gladiators skirt and tunic. In response to my questions, her syrupy sweet Cajun voice said, "Mr. Ponte is expecting you. Just go down that corridor to the staircase on the left. His office is at the head of the stairs." She took my overnight bag and, in that same voice that made me want to hear more of it murmured softly, "You can get it from me when you finish your business with Mr. Ponte." I may not like Mr. Ponte but I was already in lust with one of his help. I could hear whispering voices, giggles, and subdued laughter from the dark recesses of the cubicles as I passed. Somewhere, in one of the rooms, a male voice was moaning in what sounded like the throes of ecstasy. Through the open door of one vacant room, I could see a whirlpool type hot tub and a massage table with an elaborate shower system suspended from the ceiling above it. With each step up the staircase, the décor got grungier until, by the time I got to the top of the stairs I was in a suite of gray, grimy, dirty, offices. The same girl, with the same blond, pageboy hair cut, except now in a yellow outfit, greeted me in the same sorghum syrup sweet voice, "I assume that you are Mr. Young. Have a seat, Mr. Ponte will be with you in a minute." I was probably ogling her when I said, "Thank you. Sorry I'm late but everything went wrong today." I think she sensed my confusion. "How did you get up here so fast?" She giggled self-consciously, "You must have met my twin sister, Chloe, downstairs. I'm Cleo." Before I had a chance to make a pass at this sweet young thing, greasy Mel Ponte waddled out of the inner office and stuck out his hand. There was a fleck of some type of food, maybe pasta on his loose tie and his shirt was half out of his trousers. I had no option but to shake hands with him. I tried to duck the spray from his mouth as he began to talk but it was useless. "Sorry, I tried to reach you but your office said you already left. The meeting with the D. A. has been put off until Monday. Where are you staying?" "I don't have a hotel yet, I was running late so I came directly from the airport. I'll get something close by." "Good luck... There's a big convention in town and a Saints game Sunday so I doubt you will find anything. Why don't you stay in one of the rooms I keep for VIP visitors? It's in the old house out back. Chloe and Cleo live there. There's a spare bedroom." I probably wouldn't have given it a second thought if it wasn't for the vision of Cleo and Chloe, their obvious charms and what could be. So I agreed (not too reluctantly). "Good! Then it's all set. Go downstairs and let Cleo or Chloe, whichever one it is, give you a bath and massage, on the house of course." To the blond he said, "Take good care of him, Cleo or Chloe, whichever one you are." Cleo's baby blue eyes were sparkling when took me by the arm and said, "I'll take you down and introduce you to Chloe. I have some work to finish up and will come back down and join you shortly." I watched as her well-shaped bottom swished down the steps ahead of me. Mel must have called ahead because Chloe was waiting for us at the foot of the stairs. She smiled and giggled a little as she said, "Mr. Ponte said I was to take good care of you. Come with me." Cleo scampered back up the steps while Chloe took my arm and steered me into one of the vacant cubicles. "Hang your clothes on the hanger behind the door and get in the hot tub. Spend 15 minutes in there, then, dry off and lay down on your tummy on the table. I'll be back to check on you soon." She blew me a kiss as she backed out and closed the door. Her smile hovered in the room behind her like intoxicating perfume. I did as she said and made myself comfortable in the tub. There was soft, relaxing music coming from some concealed speakers with subdued lighting, along the ceiling. The music and the warm water had the desired effect. The day's tensions and frustrations rinsed away like rainwater down the drain, leaving my mind clean and at ease like the streets after a downpour. I was almost asleep 15 minutes later when she stuck her head in and said, "O K sleepy-head, enough of the tub, get on the table and I'll be back in a minute." I climbed out, dried off and sat on the side of the massage table. It was padded with a thin, plastic covered mattress. This was covered, in turn, with a cotton sheet and pad. There was a light rap on the door. Chloe stuck her head in and said, "May I come in? Are you ready for me?" I wasn't sure what she meant but, at the end of a long, hot day, I was surely ready for something, damn near any thing, especially from someone that looked as nice as Cleo or Chloe. I had to leave all of my friends in New York, so why shouldn't I have a little action in this hell-hole. Besides, I had been working like a dog and hadn't done anything socially since I the fight with my girl last week. I was a little disappointed to see that, unlike me, Chloe was still fully clothed, carrying an armload of soaps, oils, lotions and towels. "OK, lay down on your tummy and let me take care of you. We'll start with a nice, warm, body shampoo. I don't want to get my tunic wet. Will it bother you if I take it off?" She put her hand in front of her mouth and giggled a little when she said, "Ooh, you look like you are a little bothered already." Her comment made me realize that I was paying her the ultimate compliment and saluting her beauty. It made me a little self-conscious but, I was sure she had seen a few hard dicks before if she had been working here for any length of time. Anyway, there was nothing I could do about it now, so I did as I was told. I took my place on the table, face down and she covered my buttocks with a towel. I craned my head around, trying to see her as she disrobed but she kept pretty much out of my line of sight. She pushed my head around and said, "Quit peeking and enjoy your body shampoo. Just close your eyes and take pleasure in what I am going to do to you." I closed my eyes and there was a warm, soft hand on my back, followed by a tepid shower of water. Her hands, now lubricated with soap were slipping easily over my back and shoulders. The remnants of the day's tensions and frustrations were soon replaced by a feeling of contentment and relaxation. When she removed the towel and her hand moved down to my buttocks and legs the contentment was in turn replaced by a feeling of anticipation. Visions of things to come began to dance in my head. I had to wiggle a little to make room under me for the added growth in my groin. Disappointment ruled when her hands left the proximity of my crotch and moved down to my feet. Then, there was a wonderful shock! I felt a second pair of hands slipping and sliding over my shoulders and back. I opened my eyes to see a yellow tunic on the chair, lying on top of the blue one. A hand quickly covered my eyes. "No peaking, just enjoy." So I did. The feeling of tranquility continued to build and I thought I could easily fall asleep if I wasn't so horny. I remembered the last time I was with my girlfriend back in New York... Suddenly someone was shaking me. "Wake up sleepyhead, its time to go." I opened my eyes to find both girls, fully dressed, cleaning up the room. Chloe (Or was it Cleo) said, "Get dressed and I'll show you to the guest bedroom." "But I -- er -- I thought there would be -- ah -- more." "Sorry, but we don't do that. Do you want me to get one of the other girls?" I was embarrassed and for some reason not quite as horny as I was earlier. "Ah, no, that's alright, I just didn't understand." Yellow dress said, "I know what you thought and there is a lot of that goes on here but Chloe and I don't do it, at least not for money," she added with a laugh. The men make private deals with many of the girls. I think that's why Mr. Ponte keeps us. We are a hot attraction and many men think they may get to us. Mr. Ponte use to think so too but he finally gave up." "Come on and I will show you to the guest accommodations. It's really an old ante-bellum mansion that belonged to his grandfather. I'm off for dinner now but Chloe has to stay here and manage the business. When I finish, I'll come back and relieve her so she can eat and then we both work until midnight." I was really disappointment when Cleo turned her back. I dressed but was still hoping something, anything would happen. Once we retrieved my bag from Chloe, she took me by the arm and we went back down the same hallway that led to the staircase. We passed by that and went out a back door into what may have been a lawn in the far distant past. Now it was just a few straggly weeds and dusty patches of earth and an old broken up walkway. About 15 feet away, straight ahead, was the sagging rear porch of a very old house that obviously fronted on the next street. Up the porch steps, we went into a large kitchen where a very tall, very attractive, very light colored, black woman was busily preparing something on the stove. "Rachel, this is Mr. Young. He has some business with Mr. Ponte and will be staying with us until Monday or Tuesday." With a twinkle in her eye, she smiled at me but said to Rachel, "Mr. Ponte said we are to take very good care of him! What are you cooking? It smells delicious." Rachel beamed when she said, "Thank you, it's an old family recipe for Cajun Jambalaya. Dinner will be at seven." Her voice had the same sorghum syrupy smooth tone but had a stronger Cajun influence. There will just be Mr. Young and I for dinner, Mr. Ponte has other business and Chloe will be along later. I am going to show Mr. Young to his room." "Why doesn't every one just call me Tom?" Cleo again took me by the hand and led me through a swinging door from the kitchen into a beautiful, formal dining room, paneled with dark, rich wood. There was a huge table that could have seated at least 12 people. From there, we went into a hallway that had a staircase going up to what I assumed were the sleeping quarters. As we climbed the steps, she explained, "Rachel is in charge of the house. Chloe and I live here along with Rachel. Mr. Ponte used to live here too but he moved into a high-rise condo with his girlfriend. I love this old house and its history. There was a carpetbagger murdered here not long after the war of Northern aggression was over. It has six bedrooms, and three baths upstairs. It was built around 1820. Dinner will be in just a few minutes, and we don't dress." She left after showing me into a large, comfortable room at the front of the house overlooking a surprisingly quiet, tree lined, residential street. I had not expected to stay very long so I only had the one suit I was wearing, a pair of jeans and two clean shirts with me. Although I had enjoyed the bath in The Spa, a warm shower and shave refreshed me and I was just putting on a clean polo shirt when there was a knock on the door. It was Rachel. She had changed and was wearing white slacks and a sleeveless blouse that showed off her beautiful breasts to advantage. To call her black may have been politically correct but was an injustice to her beauty. Her skin, the color of burnished gold was only a part of her overall elegance. She was tall and slim with the well-rounded arms and legs of an athlete and the confident poise of a beauty queen. All in all, she was a lovely and exquisite woman. "Come and join us when you are ready, Cleo is waiting for us downstairs." Dinner was a succession of surprises. First, an older black woman served the meal. I really hadn't expected to waited on by a servant. Second, the food and wine was far superior to anything I had ever experienced anywhere in New Orleans, a town well known for its excellent cuisine. The biggest surprise was when Cleo told me that Rachel and Mel Ponte were cousins. "They had the same Grandfather. He left this house to both of them, jointly, along with a lot of other property in New Orleans and Baton Rouge." Cleo hurried through the meal while Rachel and I took our time, savoring the food, the wine and each other's company. By the time the maid came to clear the dishes away, we were on the second bottle of wine and were feeling pretty good. I was completely infatuated with this bronze goddess. I found that she was a graduate of LSU with a degree in fine arts and was a well-respected sculptor all over Louisiana and the South. Rachel got unsteadily to her feet and said, "Lets go into the living room for after dinner drinks. What would you like?" She poured me a Drambuie on the rocks while she opted for cream sherry. I took a seat on the couch and was about to take a sip of my drink when she plopped herself into my lap and wrapped her right arm around my neck. I put both of our drinks on the coffee table and kissed her. The hint of sweetness from the sherry paled in comparison to the natural sweetness of her mouth. Her parted lips let my tongue feel the smoothness of her teeth and probe into her inner softness. Her body, molding itself to my hands was yielding and supple. I traced a path from her hip up to her shoulder, my arm brushing lightly against her breast. The contact, no matter how slight, only caused her kiss to become more passionate. Her left hand, which had been on my chest, dropped to my lap and groped the lump she found there. "I want you to make love to me," She whispered into my ear. "I know you want to do it too, I can feel how hard you are." The closeness of this lovely creature, her perfume clouding my mind, the vestiges of my arousal from the massage earlier in the day all came together to manifest itself at this moment. I could no more deny her than I could stop the sun from rising. With her directing me where to go, I picked her up in my arms and made for the staircase. As light as she was and as horny as I was, I was still winded by the time we got to the top of the stairs. It was probably my male ego pushing me on but I wouldn't put her down until I put her into her bed. Her arms, still around my neck, pulled me down for another kiss, even more passionate than the first few, if that were possible. The exchange of our tongues left me wanting to know even more of her body while she cuddled harder against my chest and sighed. With her help, we removed my shirt, and then her blouse. I already knew that she wasn't wearing a bra; her perky breasts didn't need one to support her beautiful golden orbs. Next came her slacks and then my trousers. We were now down to her bikini panties and my boxer shorts. With her on her back giggling, I slid her panties down and off her feet, leaving her completely nude. She pulled my shorts down and I stepped put of them. My manhood, freed of its confines, stood up proudly. The touch of her hand on it made me realize that she could conquer me with a stroke or two. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, I buried my face in the softness of her breasts. Her hands, now on the back of my head, were pushing me into her; my lips were caressing, nursing, suckling on her nipples. Before long my hands found the smoothness of her thighs and slowly inched upward to the shaven mound that was the outmost edge of her sensitivity. Soon, my fingers encountered soft, wet lips. When I touched them she gasped and pushed my head even harder into her breasts. My fingers, lubricated by her moisture, pushed their way inside her, past the lips of her vagina and past the little knot that I knew was her clitoris. Now, there was no resistance when I moved my head to follow the path of my hand. When my mouth touched the lips of her pussy, she let out an audible gasp and the barest touch of my tongue brought, "Oh my god!" Without breaking contact, I inched my way around to the bottom of the bed so that most of my body was off the end while my head was between her legs. From this position my arms were under either side of her buttocks, up along her sides and my hands were caressing her breasts. I buried my face in this garden of aphrodisia, delighting in both the pleasure I was bringing her and the nectar it was producing. As much as I was enjoying this exercise, I had needs of my own. My penis was so hard it actually hurt and was crying for relief. Her body arched, pushing herself hard against my tongue and at the point where I knew a climax was about to overtake her, I quickly moved to replace my tongue with my cock. I entered her and drove it in as hard and deep as I could. With her arms wrapped around my body and her legs around my ass, I pounded my phallus home again and again. Each thrust brought an exclamation of passion from her and a feeling of exhilaration for me. Time stood still as I slipped in and out of her warm body. Time after time, her pussy welcomed my blood-engorged member. Thoughts of pleasing her slowly disappeared and were soon replaced by my own pure, animal lust. I believe she was in the throws of a second or third orgasm when my own climax began building deep in me. It finally manifested itself and I was rewarded by the exhilaration of my cum exploding deep into her and I wilted as the eventual feelings of euphoria overtook my entire body. I lay beside her, too spent to move, holding her warm body in my arms. In her ear, I whispered "Thank you." There was no response from her beyond a contented "MMM" and she snuggled deeper into my arms and began to snore ever so softly. In the spoon position I cuddled close to her and fell asleep, my soft manhood lodged against her warm bottom. I don't know when but sometime later I was awakened by gentle nudge on my shoulder. By the dim night-light I could see the powder blue outfit and I knew it was Chloe. "Shush, we don't want to wake Rachel. Come with me, we need you to do something for us." She waited by the door while I found my boxers and put them on. She took me by the hand and whispered, "That's good enough, that's all you'll need." She pulled me out into the hallway and closed the door softly without disturbing Rachel. Still leading me by the hand, she took me to the far end of the hallway and opened the door to another bedroom. The Spa The room was illuminated by the soft glow of a small lamp on a bedside table. The thing that caught my eye was the yellow smock on the boudoir chair. Unlike the last time I saw it folded on a chair in the massage room, now there was a bra and panties on top of it. More important, Cleo was in the bed with the covers pulled up to her chin. She folded one corner of the covers back, patted the bare spot and said, "Come, get in here with me, but first take off your shorts." I did as I was told. The moment I got to the bed, Chloe pushed me from behind and got it with me. I don't know how she got her clothes off so quickly but she was nude too. I was sandwiched between two very beautiful, nude women. The best part was there were warm hands and bodies rubbing all over me. One of the twins said to the other, "Oh good, he's getting excited already." The other twin told me directly, "We talked it over and want to have sex with you. You're not the kind of man we usually get in 'The Spa' and we get horny now and then so will you please have sex with us?" Someone must have said something sillier somewhere in the universe at some time but it must not be recorded. I think I said "yes" but I really didn't think it needed an answer. One of them threw the covers back and they both started moving around in the bed so much, I lost track of which one was which. When one started nursing on my nipple and the other kissing my cock I didn't care. I was just lying there, eyes closed and enjoying the things that were happening to me when the soft mouth left my breast. It really didn't matter because the other mouth, the one on my dick, was still doing its thing. Somehow, things just seemed to progress naturally and someone with a soft, warm, wet pussy sat on my face. I greedily lapped at what was offered and then, without warning, I felt a second soft, warm, wet pussy descend on my cock. I am not quire sure what true ecstasy is, but what must be the closest thing to it was happening to me right then. A delicious pussy was tantalizing the taste buds in my tongue while another was tempting my dick. I became aware that the two girls were kissing and fondling each other and were just using me for their own pleasure. Well, I showed them! I enjoyed it as much as they did, if not more and it wasn't long before I deposited a great load of my cum in which ever snatch was sitting on my penis. The one on my mouth was grinding away and, like me, was soon overtaken by the throes of orgasm. I'm not sure what happened to the other but the two girls soon dismounted and took their places, one on each side of me, cuddled soft against my body, their warm hands fondling my deflated cock. I drifted off to a dreamland that was full of flowers, pussies and warm breasts. The bright sun streaming through the window woke me. Both of the girls were still sleeping peacefully. I thought about waking one or both of them for a good morning piece of ass but they were sleeping peacefully and I really wasn't sure I could function anyway. I picked up my boxers and found my way to Rachel's bedroom. It was empty so I retrieved my trousers and the rest of my clothes and found my bedroom with the adjoining bath. I freshened up and could smell of the delicious aroma of coffee coming from downstairs. I dressed and went down to find Rachel, smiling, looking fresh and lovely. "Hi, sleepy head," she beamed at me. "I hope you're rested and refreshed. I want to thank you for last night, I needed you." She came up to me and put her arms around me from behind. "I'm glad you visited with Chloe and Cleo. They are darlings and need a man now and then too. You came along at just the right time. It must have been pretty good for them, they're still asleep." I was afraid she would be pissed at me for deserting her and having sex with them, but it looked like all was forgiven. My ego sure didn't suffer having three desirable women think I was 'pretty good.' She gave me a little peck on the cheek and said, "I'll pour you a cup of coffee. Would you like some bacon and eggs?" "No thank you, just coffee is fine." "Here you go. All of the fixings are right there on the table. There's the morning paper too. I've got some things to do; I'll be back in a few minutes." I fixed myself a cup of the rich, New Orleans style, chicory flavored coffee and opened the paper and began scanning the news. When I got to the local pages, a small headline caught my eye. "LOCAL CLUB OWNER GUNNED DOWN." "Mel Ponte, a well-known local entrepreneur, was shot in his luxury condominium apartment early this morning. His live-in acquaintance, Miss Renee Boudreau said that he had arrived home very late last night and had been drinking. During a discussion concerning the aroma of perfume and lipstick on his shirt and his whereabouts the previous evening, a pistol that he always carried, fell to the floor. When she picked it up, it accidentally discharged, striking Mr. Ponte nine times. Mr. Ponte died en route to the hospital. Although no arrests have been made, the police suspect foul play." The paper had still been in its waterproof wrapper so it was obvious that Rachel had not seen it yet. I was about to go and find her when there was a knock on the front door. I went into the living room just as Rachel opened the door. There were two uniformed policemen standing there. I was standing beside her and put my arm around her shoulders while they told her about Mel. She was hunched over and weeping softly as she closed the door. "I know he was a mean, nasty man, but he was the only family I had." I ushered her onto a seat on the sofa just inside the front door. I held her close to my chest while she cried softly. After a few minutes the sobs letup and she looked up into my face. She was still catching her breath when she said, "I don't know what we are going to do. Although Mel and I own this house together, I have no income of my own. Mel pays for everything and gives me money whenever I need it. We all use his credit cards when we need something big. It's the same with Chloe and Cleo; he doesn't really pay them a salary, he just gives them a wad of money every week, depending on how good 'The Spa' does. He was always very generous." I remembered from the briefing back in New York that Mel Ponte's business was tied up in some very funny trusts. "Let me look into it. I'm sure I can figure out some way to keep you from starving until we see if he has a will. You did mention that you were his closest relative? Do you have any cash on hand now?" "Because this house is a tax write off, we have a separate checking account for it's care and maintenance. I think there is some money in that account. I can sign the checks, but Mel keeps the books." Although it was only 8:30 Friday morning here in New Orleans, it was 9:30 in New York and the business day had started. I called my office, explained what had happened and asked my secretary to pull Mel Ponte's file. Twenty minutes later, Mr. Shea, the senior partner in the law firm called me back. He didn't waste any time on formalities. "Ok Tom, tell me what happened" I told him almost everything, omitting my part in last night's adventures but not why I had to stay over in the old mansion. I explained that Mel Ponte ran a tight ship and that there were quite a few people that relied on him for their day-to-day living expenses. "That shouldn't be too much of a problem. Have you met Renee Boudreau, Cleo or Chloe La Porte or Rachel Barone?" "I haven't met Renee, but I know who she is. I have met the other three." "Well, Renee was mentioned in his will before it was rewritten. I don't know if she is in the new one or not. Besides the will, his interests are set up so that Cleo and Chloe are joint owners of all of his club and bar businesses in New Orleans. It looks like there are three private clubs and two bars there. The biggest holding, a real estate leasing company with condos and mansions is in the name of Rachel Barone. It has about $35 million in holdings and an annual income of over $1,750,000 after expenses. There is also a checking account with over a million dollars in her name. Mel was not a principal in any of the businesses. I think it had something to do with his keeping the assets free and separate in case of a law suite." I tried to catch my breath and digest this information when Mr. Shea added; "I would consider it a personal favor if you could convince these people to keep our firm on as their legal representative." When I told him it was possible Ms. Boudreau might have something to do with Mr. Ponte's demise, he said, "Well, do everything you can to distance yourself, the firm and the other people from her. We don't want them or us implicated in a wrongful death suite." I found Rachel and had her call the twins downstairs. I explained the situation to them. Although everyone was dismayed, the news that they were all very wealthy soon brought them out of their doldrums. Cleo said she had the keys to Mr. Ponte's office and knew the combination to his safe. She also knew the bookkeeper that did the company's accounts. Later that afternoon, after going over the books and meeting with the bookkeeper I determined that everything was free and clear and that Rachel and the Twins were indeed the rightful owners of everything that Mr. Ponte had amassed in his life. It was far simpler than a will that had to be probated. He also had a will but as far as I could determine there was just a little over $300,000 and some stock holdings in his estate. Since Friday night was one of the busiest night for the spa, Chloe and Cleo decided to open for business is usual. They thought Mel would want it that way. Rachel was very blue, not because she had any special feelings for Mel Ponte but because she had lost a friend and protector. Twice she came to me, put her arms around me, rested her head on my chest and wept very softly. I know it was a tender moment but the closeness of her soft body and the aroma of her perfume was more than my young, horny body could stand. The second time she came to me she became aware that I had an erection. With her arms around my neck, she pushed hard into me and looked up at my face. She smiled up at me for the first time since hearing about Mel and said, "I think that you may have just what I need to pull me out of this depression." Without another word, she took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. Slowly and tenderly we joined our bodies in the most passionate sensual love making session I had ever experienced. After what seemed like hours, we fell asleep entwined in each other's arms. It was just beginning to get light out when I was awakened by Rachel nursing on my flaccid penis as a baby might suck on his mother's breast. By urging her body around, I was able to make her mount my face and allow my tongue to enter her. The sensation of her mouth and lips caressing, nursing, licking and sucking on me was almost overwhelming. I had to concentrate on doing the same thing to her. The lips of her smooth-shaven pussy easily parted to accept my tongue. I probed, licked and kissed the delicious, moist lips until I eventually was able to suck the tiny little knot of her clitoris into my mouth. I imprisoned it firmly between my lips and began to stroke it with my tongue. I knew I was doing it properly when she abandoned the attention she was showing my cock and just enjoyed what I was doing to her. After a few minutes of this she began to moan and grind her pussy against my mouth. Suddenly, her entire body went stiff and she let out a low moan of ecstasy. Every stroke of my tongue caused her to jerk and I had to hold her slender waist and bottom with my arms to hold her tight against my mouth. Eventually, she laid her head on my thigh and let out a soft, contented sigh, her body spasming now and then. After a few minutes, she resumed nursing on my cock. It is almost impossible to describe the sensations that I felt as her soft lips closed around my sensitive penis. Her tongue played games with my responsive glans as it outlined the delicate area that divided the tender head from the shaft. Time after time she licked the tender underbelly of my cock with her probing tongue. She was not to be denied and within a very short time I surrendered to the orgasm and ejected gush after gush my of cum into her mouth. She never faltered, and continued to suck until every last drop was drained from my body. It was almost 10 A M the following morning when I went down to the kitchen to find Rachel puttering around. She poured me a cup of coffee and sat down in front of me. Her face was very serious when she said, "Thank you very much for last night, I don't think I ever enjoyed sex more than with you. The problem is, you will be gone in a few days and I am not prepared to cope with this mess. Is there any way you could stay a while and help us out?" I looked into the deep pools of her eyes and knew then that I would never leave New Orleans without her. "I will see what I can do but it's up to my boss, Mr. Shea. I'll talk to him and tell him that you need me here." I moved around the table and kissed her. I think we would have made love again right there in the kitchen but just at the crucial moment, one of the twins came in. I assumed it was Cleo because she was wearing the yellow tunic again. She smiled at me and winked at Rachel. "You two should go back to bed and work out your desires. Even in New Orleans it's not proper etiquette to screw in the kitchen before breakfast. Besides, watching the two of you makes me horny." "What's that about being horny?" It was Chloe who had just walked into the room. "I caught these two feeling each other up right here in the kitchen." She giggled before she said; "I think he wants some pussy for breakfast." Rachel smiled an embarrassed little smile, grabbed me by the hand and said to the twins, "Excuse us," as she pulled me toward the stairs. EPILOGUE Tom and Rachel went upstairs and made love again, the first of many lovemaking sessions to follow. Even with all the experimenting they had done, they agreed that by far the best was the old-fashioned way, with Rachel lying on the bed and her legs open to accept him. While lying between her legs, Tom would hold her in his arms and insert his hard penis deep into her vagina. He reveled in the feeling of her velvety well as it caressed the sensitive skin of his cock. He could look into her eyes as he slowly stroked in and out and could always tell when the magic moment approached by her lack of focus. He took this as his cue to release his own passion that he had been holding back. Rachel found that in this position, she could wrap her legs around his body and with her heels, prod his buttocks the same as one might prod a horse. She could control the speed at which his wonderful shaft slid back and forth in her tender pussy and rubbed against her clitoris. The feeling of his enlarged glands brushing her against the sides of her receptive canal was divine and would soon result in euphoria. The Police decided that there was not enough evidence to indict Renee Boudreau in Mel's death. Although the insurance company fought it, they finally settled her claim against his policy for which she was a beneficiary for just under half of the quarter million dollars. The will left her $50,000. The remainder was left equally to Rachel, Cleo and Chloe Tom left the law firm and started his own practice in New Orleans with C and C Amusements (Cleo and Chloe's Company) and Cajun Enterprises (Rachel's firm) his only clients. In the spring, on the day he and Rachel were married, Tom quit using a prophylactic. Two months later she announced that she was pregnant with the first of their many children. Although Rachel retained ownership of the mansion, she and Tom moved to another ante-bellum manor on the edge of town that was part of her heritage from her grandfather and Mel Ponte. Cleo and Chloe continued to live in the old house for many years while they liquidated the bars and, eventually, "The Spa". They ended up with almost 9 million dollars, which Tom invested for them. They filled the mansion with antiques and turned it into a tourist attraction, all except Rachel's room. That was kept in its original state, closed off from the public. Tom and Rachel visit it often when they were in town. 30 Copyright © 09-20-2007 by E J Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author. For comments on this story contact me via my profile. The Spa The bright red hand-written words on the outside of the plain white envelope simply read "Thank you for your friendship." Andi had found the envelope on her desk at work. As she held the envelope in her hand, she glanced around to see if any of her co-workers were watching, hoping to get a clue as to who might have sent it. She worked with a group of men and enjoyed teasing them, so she thought that the envelope might have come from one of them. No, nobody was paying any attention to her, or if they were, they were doing it secretly. Taking her letter opener, she slipped it into the top of the envelope and quickly slit it open. Inside, Andi found a card from a local spa. It was elegantly printed on fine blue stock and personalized to her specifically. She had been given a day at the spa, including facial, manicure, pedicure, and massage. She knew the spa by reputation only and had heard stories of the pampering that a woman could receive there. Andi looked at the card and sighed, Lord knows I can use some pampering, she thought to herself. Near the bottom of the card was a message from her benefactor: "Thank you for coming into my life, Love Joe". Awww, what a sweet thing, she thought to herself, how did he manage this from so far away? At the very bottom of the card was the message: Please call to make an appointment. Andi held the card to her breast and sighed. She had met Joe on the internet and they had become friends. He was American and she was German, but they seemed to be tuned to the same frequency on a lot of things. He was funny and smart and they flirted constantly, sometimes torridly. After a while, the two of them began exchanging e-mails in order to keep contact. The 6 hour time difference didn't give them much overlap in real time, and since both worked as well, it was hard to spend much time together on-line. As the emails were exchanged, their friendship grew, photographs exchanged, and their flirtations became more acute. Andi looked forward to his notes. Joe had a way with words and she liked the escape it provided her. Over time, their notes took on more of the feel of erotic love letters, each taking delight in trying to top the other's hot letter. It was fun. A little spark in a relationship adds some spice, Andi had told him one time. And the relationship had added spice to her life. In the evening, she would sit in her bed and re-read the past few e-mails, savoring the words and images they provided. Joe was adept at description so Andi often felt as if he was there with her. When he talked of touching her breasts, she could almost feel his warm hands. She would feel her nipples stiffen and her own hands would migrate to her breasts and re-enact the words she saw on her laptop. When Joe described how his tongue would explore the folds of her pussy, how he would tug on her lips there, and how he would slide his tongue into her as deeply as he could, Andi would reach down as if to run her fingers through his hair, or squeeze her thighs together to capture his head, holding it right where it gave her the greatest pleasure. It was during these passages that Andi would put her laptop aside, close her yes and slip her hand beneath the long t-shirt she wore to bed, and she would touch herself, gently at first, gasping at the sensation, and thinking of the man she had never met, the man that seemed to excite her so much. As she thought of his naked body pressed to hers, she would feel her clit stiffen as she applied just the right pressure to make her toes twitch and her nipples even harder. Sometimes, after she came, she would turn back to her laptop and write back to him, telling him what she had just done. The next day, he might describe what he had done upon receipt of her note, or he might come up with some sexy new story, some new pleasure to excite her. It was a very pleasant and sexy friendship. Dialing the number on the card, Andi made her appointment for the next weekend. The following days seemed to drag on as Andi eagerly anticipated her day of relaxation and pampering at the spa. This anticipation seemed to heighten her nighttime ritual with the e-mails. The effect of Joe's e-mails were more quickly realized on her body, and her hands and fingers were more eager to explore all of her pleasure zones. On the night before her appointment, Andi shivered as she played with her clit and slide a finger into her ass as she thought of her far-off and sexy friend. Her heart raced as she imagined Joe's kisses on her lips and breasts. She gave herself gooseflesh when she thought of his hardness entering her. This thought in particular excited her and she erupted so violently that her body shook like a leaf. Andi woke up early on the day of her appointment. She felt like a child on Christmas morning. So full of excitement the little Andi wake up early and sneak down to get a peek at the presents under the tree. She had the same sort of feeling with regard to the spa. But it was still hours until her appointment. Trying to occupy herself with odd chores around the house, Andi found herself looking at her watch about every 5 minutes. The time passed so slowly and nothing that she tried seemed to make the time pass more quickly. With about 50 minutes to go Andi got into her car and drove the spa. The trip only took 15 minutes so Andi sat in her car, fidgeting, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, until she felt it was okay to go inside without looking too anxious. The foyer of the spa was very elegant, almost like a garden. Flowers were everywhere, and there was even a fountain bubbling among the plants. Scattered among the garden were a few lounges, but no one was sitting in them. To the back of the garden was the reception area where a girl in a pink smock was sitting at a patio table. "Hello and welcome," said the girl as Andi approached. "You must be Andi. We've been expecting you" The girl stood up immediately and said, "My name is Fiona. Please follow me." Fiona went to the salon doors behind her and held them open for Andi. The hallway on the other side was just as elegant as the foyer with flowers in vases on little tables, and striking abstract paintings on the wall The hallway was long and each side was lined with doors, spaced about 10 meters apart. The sweet smell of jasmine was in the air. This is no low rent operation, Andi thought to herself. As if on cue, another pink-clad girl came out of one of the doors and said, "Hello, Ma'am, my name is Eliza and I will be making sure your day is a pleasurable one." Eliza went back toward the door from which she emerged, and held the door open for Andi. Once inside Andi scanned the large room. Against one wall was a large mirrored bath complete with whirlpool. There was a large lounge chair just off the middle of the room with a wheeled small table adjacent to it. A meter or two from the lounge was a padded table with a hole in the surface at one end, obviously to be used for the massage. Along another wall was a wet bar with champagne chilling in a bucket, and plates of fruit and pastries and dainty sandwiches. Adjacent to the bar was a set of long swinging doors. And finally along the third wall was a very large sofa, almost the size of a bed, with large, fluffy pillows scattered over it. This must have cost Joe a fortune, Andi thought to herself as she stood looking at the room. Elza led Andi to the long swinging door and showed her the changing room where Andi found 3 robes, each with her initials embroidered on them. There was a light blue terrycloth robe that looked so comfortable, a lavender silk robe with rose trim that look so sexy, and flowery kimono that looked cute. In addition there was a basin with all sort of toiletries scattered along the adjacent surface, a toilet and a bidet. Almost all the comforts of her own bathroom at home. Andi undressed, admiring herself in the mirror before putting on the terrycloth robe. She placed her clothes and purse on the hooks available. Emerging from the room she saw Eliza patiently standing near the bath. "What do we do first?" Andi asked, and then immediately felt a little foolish. She was showing that visiting a spa wasn't a common occurrence for her. But Eliza only smiled. "Perhaps a nice bath and some champagne? I'm sure you will enjoy our finest bath oils. After the bath, a facial, manicure and pedicure? Then a massage? We also have a sauna and pool down the hall for your pleasure as well." Andi looked at the bath which Eliza had already drawn. The water was steaming and looked so inviting. "Yes, a bath would be wonderful," she said. Eliza stood by to take Andi's robe and helped her into the bath. She then carefully folded the robe and put it on the sofa. The hot water made Andi's skin tingle as she settled against the wall of the tub, which seemed to match her body perfectly. The water felt wonderful. Elza scurried behind the wet bar and wheeled out a small cart that had beautiful vials of various colored oils. As she began adding the oils to the bath, she said, "I think you'll find this combination very soothing" Closing her eyes and relaxing in the bath, Andi let all the sensations wash over her. The oils somehow magically soothed her body further and their fragrance was almost indescribably sensual. Eliza stayed close by, bringing champagne, adjusting the water temperature and flow of the water jets, adding new oils as the bath progressed, and tending to all the small details to make the bath a wonderful experience. Andi was in heaven. She was totally relaxed, a calm she had never known before. Pampering is good, she thought as Eliza catered to her every whim: another champagne, a dainty sandwich or two, a creamy chocolate pastry. Andi felt like she could sit there forever. Finally, Eliza coaxed her out of the bath, and dried her body off with a soft white towel. Andi had never had another woman do this before but she found it wonderfully pleasant. As Andi stood there naked while Elza went to retrieve her terrycloth robe, Andi said, ""Wait, Eliza, perhaps the lavender robe instead, I'm in a silky mood now." Eliza smiled and took the blue robe back to the changing room and emerged with the silken robe. She helped Andi into it and then led her to the lounge. As if by magic, the door to the room opened and another pink-smocked girl entered wheeling another tray of items. "This is Heda," Eliza said, "she will be assisting me with your care now". Sitting in the lounge Andi was subjected to pure pleasure as Eliza and Heda applied their magical ointments and creams to her face and arms and legs. As Andi sat to let the facial do its work, Eliza expertly worked on her hands and nails and Heda on her toes. It was so nice to be taken care of in this way. When at last they were through, Eliza offered Andi a mirror. Andi was amazed at the beautifully sated face that looked back at her. She admired her hands and toes, each expertly and finely filed and painted and soft from the creams and lotions that were applied. Heda gathered up her things and quietly left the room. Eliza quietly said, "How about a nice massage, Ma'am?" "Mmmm, that would be marvelous," Andi replied, almost in a whisper. The day at the spa had been wonderful so far, and Andi had already been thinking how she could possibly thank her American friend. "Let me just set the mood while you get comfortable on the table," Eliza said as she patted the massage table, indicating where Andi should lie. Andi stood up and removed her robe and lay face down on the table, her face poking through the hole located a one end. Eliza busied herself with turning down the lights to a soft glow and changing the music to a very sensuous rhythm. Andi could hear Eliza walking around the room, making her adjustments, and whatever she was doing it was perfect. The atmosphere was both calming and sensual. Eliza came over to collect Andi's robe and draped a soft cloth over Andi's ass for privacy. Leaning down toward Andi's ear, she said quietly so as not to ruin the mood she had carefully crafted, "It will be just another moment". Ah, this is the life, thought Andi as she lay there, contented for the first time in a long time, drifting off to a hot beach in her mind, feeling the sun on her body, and thinking of her far-off friend who had given her such a wonderful gift. The first splash of warm oil on her skin brought Andi back to the spa. Then the feeling of hands rubbing the oils into her legs. "Oh, that feels so good, Eliza" she said softly, enjoying the sensations. Andi felt the soles of her feet being kneaded, first one, then the other. She melted as the deep kneading moved up to her calves and then to her thighs. Oh, this feels so good, she thought to herself. Feeling the cloth being removed from her ass and the deep kneading action applied to her cheeks, Andi was surprised at the strength in Eliza's hands. "Oh, Eliza you have such a strong touch." "Thank you," came the reply from a male voice with an American accent. Andi's heart skipped a beat. Quickly raising herself on one elbow she turned to see her friend Joe standing beside the table, massaging her ass and legs. "Oh my god! Is it really you?", she gasped. "You don't think I'd want to miss this, do you?" he said softly, "Now, lay back down and let me do my job." Andi returned her face to the hole in the table but she was anything but calm anymore. Her heart was pounding fiercely in her chest. Joe's hands moved expertly over Andi's body, his strong hands massaging her back and shoulders. Splashing more warm oil when needed, Joe let his fingers glide lightly over her skin, spreading the oil over the surface, making it tingle. Then applying just the right amount of pressure he rubbed the sweet-smelling liquid into her skin, giving it sheen that almost glowed in the soft light. She felt his hands on her shoulder and neck, strong hands, hands that she had fantasized about, hands that she wanted to feel everywhere on her body. "Time to turn over, love," Joe said quietly as he helped Andi to flip onto her back. "I didn't know you would be this beautiful," he said as he gazed upon her nude form. "You re much prettier than the picture you sent me." As Joe's hands began working on the tops of Andi's legs, she concentrated on every touch, every movement. He was standing on the side of the table and Andi reached to touch him. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt and she felt his leg just near the bottom of his shorts. This first contact sent an electric shock through her body. Am I dreaming? she asked herself. As Joe's hands moved higher, Andi's body reacted as if electricity was being pumped through her. When his hands started massaging her upper thighs, Andi let out a deep moan, not so much from the touch of his hands on her thighs but from the desire that was building inside her Andi slid her hand up the Joe's leg and into his shorts, creeping higher and higher. Joe turned to accommodate her probing fingers and let his hand rest directly on top of her moistening pussy. Andi felt the heat from his hand and she instinctively opened her legs a little. She was watching him intently as he stood beside her. Keeping his hot hand between her legs was driving her crazy. It wasn't moving at all, just sitting there, hot and firm. She wanted more. With his left hand he poured some oil over her breasts and then began to rub it into her skin. Andi's nipples responded by becoming fully erect, almost instantaneously. Joe looked down at Andi, their eyes locking on one another. Leaning down, he kissed her, sweetly at first, but then more passionately as her lips parted to allow his tongue to enter. At the same moment, Joe's hand lifted slightly from between her legs and he began to lightly rub her pussy. Andi responded by moving her hand higher in Joe's shorts to discover that he wasn't wearing any underwear. When her hand touched his hardened shaft, she hesitated for a second. As Joe's finger slipped into the wetness between her legs, he kissed again, deeply, passionately. Moving her hand upward, Andi grasped Joe's hard cock and gave it a squeeze, causing him to moan loudly. Reaching down and putting his hands under her back and legs, Joe lifted Andi from the table and carried her the few steps to the sofa, laying her head on one of the soft pillows there. Stepping back from her, he pulled his t-shirt over his so that she could see his chest. Quickly pushing down his shorts and kicking off his spa slippers, he stood there before her, nude, stroking himself for her. He turned back to the table to fetch a vial of oil and emptied its contents on his chest. Andi watched as the oil trickled seductively down his skin. She watched as he rubbed the oil in, causing his skin to glisten. She watched as Joe slowly and deliberately caressed his own chest, his ass, his legs, his arms, and his cock, making sure she could see everything. He wanted her to see his body. Then he came over to the sofa and Andi moved over to give him room. She had dreamed and fantasized about this moment for months, the moment when their naked bodies would touch for the first time. It had been her fantasy, but how it was actually happening. As they kissed their hands feverishly explored each other's body. Joe's fingers massaged her swollen clit and she stroked him softly. His lips moved from hers to her heck to her shoulders and finally to her breasts. Andi's breathing became faster. It was all so god. She pressed herself against him, her taut nipples piercing into his chest. Swinging a leg over him, Andi straddled Joe, holding his arms near his shoulders, knowing full well that he could reverse their positions in an instant if he chose to do so.l "You are such an angel to do this for me. Do you know how much I want you right now?" "Well, Andi, it looks as though you have me where you want me," he laughed in response. Andi leaned down to kiss him again, lifting her ass off him for a moment. When she rose from the kiss, her ass moved down again putting her pussy right onto the head of his cock. Feeling it there, Andi pushed down and took her lover into her, her hot wetness enveloping him. Closing her eyes and throwing her head back, Andi moved up and down on him. In 3 or 4 strokes she was cumming, such was her excitement. Joe's hands caressed her breasts as he thrust into her. He loved the feel of her hard nipples rolling between his thumb and forefinger on each hand. And he loved the way she rode him, her body consumed with passion and ready to release again. "Oh, Andi, this is what I've dreamed about," he cried as he thrust up into her deeply, a jet of hot cum shooting into her just as she came for a second time. Andi collapsed on top of him and the two of them lay there quietly for, still joined, the juices of their passion oozing. Joe finally broke the silence. "Well, I guess you liked my gift?" Andi looked at him and giggled. "Best present I ever got" she declared. "There's more," he replied, pulling her closer and kissing her again. And there was more. Much, much more. The Spa "What a day that turned out to be." John said to his assistant Sonia. "Yeah, it was a busy one. Why not you and me go and relax in the Jacuzzi?" "Sounds like a great idea, I hope Terry won't mind you staying late!" "Leave him to me, I'll tell him I'm indulging myself with a treatment!" Sonia moved closer to John," There's one I've had my eye on for a while and tonight's the night!" Winked at him and walked out of the staffroom leaving John alone with his usual end of day beer. John had built up his business over the past ten years and it now had quite a reputation among the wealthier set and also within the health and beauty industry. His regular clients had spread the word among the lunchtime ladies and business was now booming. Set in a countryside location away from the hustle and bustle of the capital city, but close enough for his exclusive city clientele to escape from it all on short notice. Guests could choose between a day spa or extend the pampering to a two or three day indulgence. His staff had become extremely loyal to John after a bitter break up with his ex-partner she had been sleeping with a fitness instructor. When it all came out she tried to take the business with her, but John had fought his corner and managed to keep the business, loosing everything else, home, wife and car. His staff helped him through it and together they worked hard to improve the business and two years ago when John announced the company had made a rather healthy profit, he took all the staff and partners away for a holiday in the Caribbean as thankyou. This had proved a fantastic move on John's part as it had brought the whole team closer together, since the holiday they had become far more social together, with regular parties being held at various homes throughout the year. Sonia had been with him since the start, brought in for her hospitality management skills but soon became John's right hand. Over time the two had become close but nothing serious had ever happened, a kiss and a drunken fumble at a Christmas party, much flirting and shared jokes but nothing more. This is why her last comment hadn't even caused him to raise an eyebrow. However this had not stopped either of them fantasizing about fucking each other, little did they know that they both had similar fantasies. As John made his way down to the Jacuzzi area he past Sonia's office and heard her on the phone to her husband, making excuses for her late return. Unlocking the door to the Jacuzzi and switching only the Jacuzzi lights on, he made his way to the change rooms and put on his bathers. As he entered the room he was still alone and entered the warmth of the Jacuzzi, still with his bottle of beer. Lying back, closing his eyes he let the day drift away only to be roused by the sound of Sonia entering the room and locking the door behind her, keeping the guests away while they enjoyed the facilities. "I brought us refreshments!" she said holding up an ice bucket filled with bottled beer, "Thought we deserved it!" "Absolutely!" he replied as he watched her disappear to the change rooms. John had often found himself admiring Sonia; she was attractive, 5'7", a size 12, with brown bobbed hair, brown eyes and sexy pouting lips. Her best assets, by her own admission were her gorgeous 36E breasts, full, round and moved with a mind of their own sometimes; she had teased John on several occasion about how she loved to have them licked and sucked. John had often enjoyed her teasing outfits she always wore, the low cut tops exposing a respectable amount of cleavage, the figure hugging tops and skirts, accentuating her sexy figure. She always wore heels as they made her legs look longer, shapelier and added to her sex appeal. All too soon John's day dream was brought to an end as he heard Sonia's approach to the Jacuzzi. His heart nearly stopped when he saw her enter the room, his cock stirred and she knew she had his full attention the moment she set eyes upon him, his day dream had just become reality! John stared in amazement at the vision that now stood before him, on previous occasions Sonia had worn a one piece suit, which John had very much enjoyed as it did show off her figure and managed to restrain her fabulous breasts. However, today the cause of John's arousal was her choice of outfit, a rather small black bikini that was in a battle to contain her breasts. It barely covered her nipples and her fleshy breasts were spilling either side of the material, the bottoms weren't much bigger either. "Do you like it?" Sonia said staring directly into John's eyes, "I thought of you when I bought it!" "It definitely suits you Sonia!" John answered trying to be coy. "Good I'm glad, I always like to please you John" she said as she slipped into the Jacuzzi opposite John. John immediately noticed how her breasts were being jostled by the water jets, again adding to the already growing erection he now had. His mind began to wander, fantasying about holding the weight of her gorgeous breasts in his hands, taking her nipples in his mouth and sucking on them. Having her take his rock hard cock and rubbing her breasts all over his cock, eventually letting him shoot his load over those magnificent globes of sexy flesh. "They look good in the water don't they John?" she smiled at him knowing she'd caught him staring at her breasts. "What, sorry I was miles away!" "My breasts, they look great don't they with the water jostling them around?" she said staring straight at him. " Yes they look fantastic Sonia, perfect even" John replied. "Terry doesn't appreciate them like you do John, I love the way you watch me, I like to tease you John, and it turns me on" "Yes I'd noticed your teasing, so does that mean your getting turned on now?" " "Oh god yes John", John then felt her foot rub his erection,"I know you are" "Ok Sonia I think we'd better cool off a bit, we don't want things getting carried away and doing something we might regret later. You're a married woman remember and I'm your boss". "That's right, I am a married woman and you are my boss, does it get any better than that?" she said holding his stare. John's attempt at calming the situation failed when Sonia stood up and walked towards him. John following every move her swaying hips made watched her side astride his legs, her pussy rubbing up his erection and her breasts now at his eye level. "It's too anyway John, I've told Terry you're going to give me the good hard fucking I need!" "What! You've told him I'm going to fuck you!" John said in disbelief. "Yeah, that's right, he knows he can't satisfy me and I need a cock like yours to satisfy me". "And he's ok with that?" "Oh yes, we've talked about it for a while now, me fucking another man. You see he gets turned on by watching sex rather than having sex, which as you can imagine is somewhat frustrating for me. So I suggested that I have some fun of my own!" "So you've done this before?" John questioned. "Oh no, this is the first time, anyway I didn't just want to pick someone at a bar, I wanted someone I knew and could trust; and that I found attractive." She lent forward and kissed him on the lips, at first John didn't move but as he felt her tongue search his lips for entry to his mouth, he succumbed, opening his mouth and kissing her back. For so long he had dreamed of this, he wasn't going to put up too much of a fight in case she changed her mind, but deep down he knew she wouldn't. Sonia moaned softly as she felt John respond to her kiss, her pussy tingled with the sexual excitement that coarsed through her body, all she could think of was getting fucked by John. Slowly she rubbed her bikini clad pussy up and down John's hard cock, teasing the both of them. John could wait no more, his hands reaching for her breasts, her gorgeous round fleshy orbs that had for so long been a mere fantasy, now were in his grasp. Gently he cupped them, feeling their weight in the palm of his hands, moving his thumb up to her nipples he felt their hardness. Gently pinching her nipples now through the soft material of the bikini Sonia's moans became moan audible, "Mmm, that's it, pinch those nipples, I love it John" Wanting to please, he did as she wished and pinched her nipples between thumb and fore finger, her moans confirming her pleasure. Still her breasts were confined to the black bikini, which had provided the teasing pleasure, but now were surplus to requirements. John reached behind her, undid the clasp holding the bikini together and pulled it over her head revealing her breasts in full glory. The lightly tanned, fleshy mounds, the large brown areole, the diamond hard nipples, topped off the perfect pair of breasts. John immediately took a nipple in his mouth and his tongue played with her hard nipples. Sonia felt John's cock twitch as he sucked her nipples and added to the wetness in her pussy. Sonia adored having her breasts sucked, her hands now pulling John's head into her breasts, her head fell back and she let out a soft moan, signalling to John her appreciation. "That's it suck my tits, suck my fucking tits John, I'm yours" "They're perfect Sonia, your breasts, they're perfect!" John gushed. "Ooh John, that feels sooo good, keep sucking my tits, they're yours now!" she moaned back at him. Swapping from one lovely breast to the other John gorged himself in his lust for her breasts, his mouth full of her sweet flesh and hard nipple. Hearing her moans only encouraged him, as he now felt her pussy grinding harder and harder on his cock beneath the water line. Pushing back with his cock he knew that he had to fuck her soon or he wouldn't last much longer without shooting his load. He pulled away from her breasts, "I've got to fuck you now Sonia, I can't wait any longer, I'm so turned on" "Fuck me then John, I need your cock in me, fuck me like Terry never does" she replied. They both stood and she turned and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi, slipping out of her bikini bottoms in the process. Spreading her legs John got his first view of her pussy, the neatly trimmed landing strip above her glistening pink slit. She reached her hand out to his erect cock and pulled him toward her, "Now that's what I call a cock, you'd better know how to use it" "Tell me later after I've fucked you like you wanted!" "Ooh yeah fuck me, I want your cum inside me, I want to feel you cum inside me, fuck me John, I'm yours to fuck all you want" John took hold of his cock and rubbed the head around her pussy feeling her wetness, toying with her, he slipped the head in and Sonia gasped. "Oh god yeah feels good!" she moaned as she stared John in the eye. "Your pussy feels so good Sonia! Tell me what you want Sonia, tell me!" John commanded. "I want you to give me a good hard fucking like I deserve, like my husband never could!" she moaned back at him. Gradually easing his cock inside her, he felt her pussy take hold of his hard cock, it felt wonderful. John looked down at the sight below him, Sonia spread out beneath him, a look of pleasure on her face, her huge breasts sitting atop her chest, her nipples brown and erect, her tanned body and her smooth legs now wrapped around his waist, his cock inside her gorgeous pussy; his fantasy was now reality. He now felt his cock completely submerged in her pussy and began to withdraw and begin slowly pumping his cock back in. Again Sonia moaning her approval, slowly John picked up the pace, his eyes fixed on her breasts which were now swaying with the motion of their coupling, a sight that nearly tipped him over the edge. John was now concentrating on keeping a steady rhythm and not cumming too soon. He wanted to give Sonia the good hard fucking she obviously craved, but also this had been his fantasy too and his excitement levels were off the scale! Sonia was now lost in her own world, a world of pending orgasm, her pussy was now alive, she could feel every vein on John's cock as it plunged in and out of her. Her pussy felt fuller than it ever had, this was so much better than she had fantasized about. Now she just wanted to come on his cock and let him know how much he turned her on. "Oh god John, fuck me, fuck me harder, I'm nearly there, oh god I'm so near, fuck me, fuck me John!" she moaned nearing her orgasm. John did just that, he slammed his cock hard and deep into her soaking pussy, watching her breasts going crazy. After about three or four deep, hard strokes Sonia's orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave, "OH FUCK YESSSSSS, FUCK MEEEEEE" she screamed as her orgasm took over her body, her body in spasms as wave after wave hit her. John could feel her pussy pulsing on his cock, he could not hold back any longer two more strokes into her pulsing pussy and he let fly with his hot load. "Oh fuck I can feel it, fill my pussy John!" Sonia screamed as he did just that. With his head rolled back John pumped his load into Sonia, pulse after pulse, each delivering a hot white load into Sonia's waiting pussy. Once his orgasm subsided, he pulled his softening cock from her warm wet pussy and sat on the edge next to her. Sonia got up and knelt in front of him; she took his cock in her hands and lowered her mouth on to his cock. She went about licking her own juices from the cock she now knew she craved more than anything. In her mind she now had found her addiction and the winner was that all were happy, her, her husband and John. "That was just how I imagined it would be, thank you John, I needed that so much!" she looking up from his cock. "I do hope we can do it again?" Soon the pair both came down from their sexual highs and returned to the bubbling water of the Jacuzzi. The soft glow accompanied the realisation of what they had just done, their relationship had changed forever. This is my first attempt at erotic fiction and it is pure fiction. All characters portrayed in the story are created for the purposes of the story. I'm sure there will mistakes and grammatical errors, for that I apologise; it's posted for enjoyment only!