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Back to the Spa

By: burner46



It had been two weeks since I made my last and most memorable visit to the spa. When things are quiet I often find myself drifting off and reliving the last visit. I can still feel Michael's strong hands massaging my arms and legs and then lightly touching me where I could have only hoped. In my mind I could still feel him between my legs, moving in and out.

Despite this, I felt naughty. Sex with my husband has been as good as ever and perhaps more frenetic since I told him about the last visit to the spa. However, he has stopped asking me to fantasize about big black cocks and I have stopped talking about them while he is inside of me. 

So it was with considerable ambivalence that I answered the phone and realized that it was the spa asking me if wanted to schedule a follow up visit. Any reluctance dissipated as I again thought of Michael's hands and I made an appointment for the following day. 

I am not sure why, but that night I could not bring myself to tell hubby that I was going back to the spa. But I did try to make it up to him in other ways!

The next day was beautiful, cool and clear and there was just a nip of autumn in the air. I dressed casually as usual, just a long sleeve T-shirt and jeans as I went about my chores during the day. I do not think it was the cooler weather, but every time I saw myself in a mirror I noticed that my nipples were jutting out against the T-shirt and I seemed to continually feel a stirring between my legs. 

Finally it was 3 o'clock and I drove over to the spa. As I entered the door, the receptionist looked up and greeted me with what I took as knowing smile and said, "Follow me, I know that Michael will be glad to know you are here."

She told me to come around the counter and led me down the hall to a room. She told me to get undressed and that Michael would be there in about 10 minutes. The room was a little larger than the one from my last visit. It was furnished in much the same way; an Oriental rug on the floor, dark paneled walls, and a hint of incense in the air. Beethoven's Pastoral symphony was softly being piped in through recessed speakers on the wall. There was a wall in the back corner, which I assumed lead to an anteroom, but I paid it no mind as my thoughts were on what Michael was going to do to my body.

I slipped off my shirt, jeans and shoes and I still had on my semi-transparent white thong and bikini top. This was the same suit I wore at the last visit. I could see the pigment in my nipples through the top. The small triangle bottom just barely covered my hairless pussy. This is the same suit that I would wear on secluded beaches and the results were a nearly complete tan apart from 3 small triangles of white skin. I looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad I thought for 50 and having had 3 kids. My 32B breasts were still pert and my nipples stood right at attention. My legs are still firm.. Hmmm, I thought, the swelling of my labia gave away my excitement.

I climbed up on the massage table and lay on my back. The table was a bit different from the one before. This one split about half ways down allowing the legs to be spread so the therapist could stand between the clients legs and massage the inside of the leg. 

I saw no need to cover up with the sheet as Michael had seen it all before. Instead, I just sort of floated off. I languidly let my hands drift over my chest, starting with my shoulders and then moving down to my erect nipples. I slowly caressed my left nipple through the small triangle top and cupped my small breast. With my left hand I let it wander down my flat stomach and let is rest on my bottoms and slowly massage my now protruding clitoris through the thin white fabric. 

I really don't know how long I lay there in a state of relaxation and partial arousal when my reverie was interrupted by the opening of the door to the room. Michael walked in, dressed much as he was the last time with white shorts, running shoes and crew neck shirt. He still looked fit, but this time I was aware of the bulge in his pants as he walked into the room. 

He said, "Kathy, I see you are ready for me." I did not reply, but simply let my hands drop to my sides. He walked over to the wall and collected his massage oils and said, "why don't you lay on your stomach and we can get started."

I did so without hesitation and he placed his oil-covered hands on my shoulders and began the massage. He made no attempts to cover up my nearly naked body as he worked, firmly massaging my arms and back again before starting down my back. I still felt the sexual energy in the room, but the edge was starting to come off as his hands forced my body to relax. 

As Michael worked down from my shoulders, he said, "We certainly do not need this suit" and he untied the strings which went around the back and around my neck, leaving my back completely exposed. He then worked his hands down to the small of my back. When he got to my buttocks, he took the strings from my thong with both hands and without comment from either of us, I lifted myself up and he slid the thong down and off my legs, leaving me completely naked. 

Michael continued the massage, rubbing my buttocks and working down my legs to my feet. He worked up and down my legs with both hands, one then the other. Initially his hand would only come close to my now wet cunt, but after the third or fourth time up my legs he placed his index finger on my clit and lightly massaged it. The next time his hands worked their way up my legs, he inserted his middle finger into me as he massaged my clit again with his index finger. Each time his fingers spent a little longer inside of me and on my clit. His hands would then leave my hole and he would work his way down and up my legs again.

I don't know how many times this happened, but soon I could not restrain myself any longer. As his finger entered me, I lifted myself up and pushed back towards him making his finger slide deeper inside of me. I was so wet he just slid in and out.

Finally he said, "Kathy, it looks like you are ready for me. Why don't you roll over?" As I did and exposed my nakedness to him I noticed he too was naked. I don't know if he was able to slip his clothes off as he went to the wall to retrieve more massage oil or what, but there he stood with his brown penis, which had given me some much pleasure two weeks, before standing straight out in front of him. 

He moved the table so my legs were spread and he stood between them. He rested his penis between my legs. His glans standing up just above my clit and his shaft supported by my labia.

He leaned forward placing his oil coated hands on my shoulders and began to massage my front. As he leaned forward, his penis did too, rubbing against my clitoris. He worked his hands down my front and without pretense began to massage my erect nipples. I could sense my breathing beginning to be short as I was increasingly aroused.

He slowly worked down my side and as he did he moved slightly back from me. His glands now resting on my clit. He moved his hands back up my body to my shoulders and breasts and again his penis slid forward. I looked down and could see his brown shaft contrasting with my shaved whiteness. His penis glistened with my wetness.

Back and forth he went and as he did his penis ran up and down against me. As he worked down my body again I knew I needed to have him inside of me and began to tilt myself up, hoping he would just slide inside of me.

I guess he readily sensed the extent of my arousal. He stopped and said, "Kathy, I think it time for the surprise I promised you. Thomas would you come in here?"

I think I sensed more than heard anything and looked to my left towards the alcove. There stood a well-muscled man, younger than Michael and I would guess in his late 20's. Of note his skin was as dark as night and he stood there completely naked. I found that I could not take my eyes off of his growing cock. 

He was completely shaved and I reached my hand out to encompass his cock as he moved toward the table. I found that I could not completely get my hand around him. I stroked my hand up and down his shaft, which I am sure was at least 9 inches. Any thoughts of Michael were now gone as my whole attention was focused on this magnificent cock. 

I brought him to my mouth and had to open it as wide as possible just to fit his glans inside. After a few moments of sucking and stroking him, I could taste his pre-cum on my lips. As if our motions were choreographed, we seemed to move in unison. I slid over on my side on the side of the table. Thomas lay down and his cock flipped up onto his stomach. 

I began to straddle him and found that I had to put a foot on the table near his hip to get myself up high enough for him to enter me. Ohhhh God it felt good. Despite being so wet I had to slowly let myself down onto his shaft as he stretched me out and filled me completely. Finally I was able to get on both knees and I sat on his cock now fully inside of me, filling me completely. 

I leaned forward and placed my hands on his shoulders and looked down to see his dark black cock stretching out my hairless white cunt. He reached up to my breasts and the color of his hands also contrasted with the whiteness of my breasts. He took my now very erect nipples and gently kneaded them between his thumb and index finger. 

I began to press my pelvis against his, pushing his cock into the deepest parts of my cunt. I could feel myself moving towards an orgasm. My legs began to shake as I rode his cock only slowly as he was stretching me with every movement. Then I felt something else. Michael, whom I had completely forgotten about was between our legs and began to insert himself into my ass. 

I had had both of my holes filled before, but it was always my hubby, who although well endowed was not as big as Thomas. My other hole had been filled by a vibrator. Now I had two real, throbbing cocks inside of me. I have never been so full. Thomas continued to knead my nipples and Micheal reached around and placed his hand on my clit just above Thomas' cock. In what seemed only a few strokes I was moaning with my first orgasm. It just seemed to go on and on and I could feel my ass pulsating around Thomas' cock as I came.

At that time I heard grunts from below me and behind as both Michael and Thomas, stimulated by my orgasm, shot their cum into me. I collapsed onto Thomas' muscular chest. Slowly I felt both Michael and Thomas decrease in size and Michael pulled himself out of my ass. In a moment or two, he began to rub his partially flaccid cock between my legs and began to regain his erection. 

After a few minutes, he was again hard and said, "Kathy, its my turn for some of your hot pussy." Thomas slid off the table and Michael climbed on, lifting me onto my hands and knees and he entered me from behind. Thomas came back to the front of the table and brought his beautiful cock to my mouth. I could taste the mix of his and my cum on his cock as I hungrily sucked on him.

Meanwhile, Michael was pounding himself deep inside of me. Oh, he felt so good. I said around Thomas's cock, "Oh Michael, pound me with that brown cock of yours." After I don't know how long and at least two more orgasms, Michael shot another wad deep inside of me. He got down off the table and I rolled over on my back.

By now, Thomas had another raging hard on and he said, "Honey, its my turn to stretch you out again." I spread my legs and Thomas got on top and entered me, slowly again pushing himself deep inside of me. As he did I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deep in side.

Slowly at first and then faster and faster he began to move his thick 9 inches in and out of my cunt. I could not believe it, but I found myself coming and coming. My legs stayed wrapped around his back and as he thrust into me I pulled him deeper with my legs. It was almost non-stop and soon Thomas was again spurting another huge load in me. He lay there for a moment, got up off of me and retreated to the alcove. Michael said, "Well Kathy, I hope you enjoyed the surprise. Will you be back next week?"

As I lay there, cum dripping out of my holes. I could see my labia were red and I did feel a bit sore. I could only say, "Mmmmmmmmmmmm." I got up and felt their mixture of cum running down my legs and was a bit sore as I dressed. Now what do I tell hubby.

Back To The Stacks



This is a continuation of my story The Stacks

My head was spinning as I locked up the library and drove home that evening. Natalie's note left no doubt that she had planned her moves so I would watch her masturbating back in the stacks. She had been completely successful: I had willingly allowed her to lure me into being her audience. And if she had intended to arouse me at the same time, I can only say that she had succeeded in that beyond her wildest dreams. Watching Natalie touching herself, making herself cum, as I hid in the darkness, had been the two most erotic experiences of my life. My orgasms had been so intense that I had lost track of my surroundings. And now, now she wanted to watch me! My head was still buzzing as I climbed into bed.

My dreams that night were strange and erotic. Red painted fingernails dipping between swollen red lips; creamy moistness oozing out of open, welcoming folds of pink flesh. Flashing eyes and a beautiful face, thrown back, mouthing silent "o's" of ecstasy. Someone smiling at me out of the darkness as my fingers moved in and out of my own wetness, as I felt myself going over the top. I woke after I came, feeling the wetness between my legs, the stickiness on my fingers. My mind was still on Natalie, wondering how to answer her note. As I lay there in the dark, gently stroking my pussy, letting the fires start to grow again, the germ of an idea began to form. And after a little time, my mind satisfied with the outline of a plan, I let my fingers have their way and gave into memories of Natalie and the night before, letting my body satisfy itself again.

I spent extra time on myself that next day. Lingering in the bath, I shaved everything, including the lips of my pussy, something I had not done in years. I left only a small triangle of dark hair above my mons, so that Natalie would have an unobstructed view of that special part of me. I took extra care with my hair and makeup, as though I was getting ready for a lover. I dressed in a light pink cashmere sweater that buttoned up the front over a sheer, lacy demi-bra. I chose a demure little wool kilt that hit me just above the knees, but unwrapped easily from the side and a thong, instead of panties. Lace-topped thigh highs and heels to show off my legs, complimented the thong and me feel so very sexy. But, already starting to moisten a little just from that feeling, I decided at the last minute to change into a pair of plain white, very absorbent cotton panties. As I went into my daughter, Julia's room to give her a kiss and say goodbye, she said that I looked like I was going on a date. I smiled and laughed and said no, I just felt like being pretty. She would have died if I had told her the reason I felt that way!

The only part of the plan I hadn't worked out was how to tell Natalie what I had in mind. I hoped she would come in early that evening so I could slip her a note. When I got to my desk however, there was small white envelope with my name on it. Opening it, I found it was from her. She said that she hoped we could arrange another "get-together" and giving me her email address, asked that I send her my thoughts. Quickly opening my email account, I typed out my plan and sent it off to her. Telling, Sarah, my grad student helper that I would be right back, I slipped into the stacks and quickly unlocked the glass room. Then, returning to my desk, I waited and tried to work.

Time seemed to creep. It was a Friday night, never a busy time and also the first day of a four day mid-term break, so the library was all but deserted. That, at least was one good thing. My mind kept returning to what I had planned; I seemed to be in a state of continual sexual excitement. I wanted badly to slip off to the ladies for a session with my fingers, but I waited, knowing it would be that much better, later. Finally, almost exactly at 7:00pm, Natalie came through the door. As usual she looked gorgeous. Her auburn hair was swept up on her head, accentuating the long, fine line of her beautiful neck. She was wearing a simple red knit sweater dress, loose at the waist, falling about to mid-calf. She wasn't wearing hose, just clogs. And, as she approached the desk, I could see her firm little breasts jiggling under the knit material, her nipples standing out. I wondered if she was wearing anything at all under her dress, and as I a felt a sudden warmth between my legs, was glad I'd worn cotton panties.

Natalie gave me her tight little smile and asked what time the library would be closing. I told her nine and she thanked me. As she turned away, she took an envelope from her bag and laid it on the counter. It was marked with my name, and after she left, I picked it up and returned to my desk to open it. As I was about to run my letter opener across the back I noticed that Natalie had written on the back that I was to open it after I "finished myself" and returned to my desk. I tucked the note into one of the books on my credenza and waited. I gave her about ten minutes to get settled in the glass room. Then I told Sarah that I needed some exercise and would handle the book chores that evening. Since that meant she could keep working on an overdue paper, Sarah was delighted to let me do them. I pushed the cart of books back into the stacks and made my way to the little nook that Natalie had used the night before.

As I pulled the chair out from the little table, I could see myself in the dark glass. It was almost like looking into a mirror, a two-way mirror, that is. Conscious that Natalie was on the other side of the glass, I turned around and walked back out of the nook, getting a small towel from the cart. I took my time so she could get a good look at my legs. Turning again, I walked back towards her, running one hand down my thighs, as if smoothing my skirt. Dropping the towel on the table, I put one foot up on the chair. I pulled back my skirt a little, just enough to show the lace on my hose, as I pretended to look for a run. Then, standing up straight, I turned away from the glass again. Looking about to make sure no one was around, I reached up under my skirt and pulled my panties down. They were wet and I could smell sex as I let them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them, and spreading my legs a little, bent over from the waist to pick them up, making sure that my ass and my glistening pussy were clearly visible to anyone in the glass room. I was thinking of Natalie in there. Slipping that knit dress over her head, stepping out of her panties and standing in the darkness, naked, her hands stroking her breasts and her pussy as she watched me. Imagining her watching me, I felt myself swell, opening even more.

Turning around again, I dropped my wet panties onto the desk and moved my hands to my breasts. Cupping them for a second, as if offering them to Natalie, I started to undo the buttons on my sweater. One by one, slowly moving from top to bottom, until it was open to my waist. Reaching up again, I rubbed my breasts through the lacy bra. My nipples were hard, hot, aching to be touched. I pushed the bra up and they bounded free as my fingers grabbed each of the nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, pinching them as they seemed to grow even harder and hotter. I felt myself dripping down there now, and imagined the creamy liquid coating my thick, inner lips. My clit throbbed and in my mind's eye I saw Natalie in front of me, watching me, as her movements mirrored my own and moisture ran down the inside of her thighs.

My mind raced with a thousand crazy thoughts. Last night I had been an unseen voyeur, safe in the darkness, watching the woman in the light. Now I was the woman in the light, already half undressed in a public place. Knowing that I could be discovered at any time both scared, and thrilled me. The heat between my legs continued to rise. If someone caught me I could lose my job, suffer public humiliation. I remembered someone once telling me to think always with my head, never my netherness. But, I was too far a long; it was too exciting. I couldn't stop. I thought of Natalie and the wedding band she wore. Was there really a man? I tried to imagine a cock sliding in and out of her lovely pussy, but it wouldn't work. I remembered her fingers as they slid in and out the night before, and that worked better. Then I saw a tongue, my tongue sliding up and down the lips of her pussy, exploring the depths of her vagina and the image slammed into my consciousness like a physical blow. I had to stifle a deep moan as my fingers twisted and pulled at my nipples and my clit throbbed and felt like it was on fire.

I had to touch myself down there. Pulling up my skirt, I dropped into the chair. Loosening the snaps on my kilt I pulled it open and brought my feet, still in my black heels, up onto the chair, locking them behind the arm rests. My knees were bent and spread and I felt wanton and wicked, my pussy wide open. I felt liquid running down the flesh between my puss and my anus and I had to stifle another moan. Not for the first time in my life, I fleetingly wished my breasts were larger, large enough to get my nipples into my mouth; they desperately wanted to be sucked. My left hand continued to pull and pinch, first one nipple then the other, as my right hand dropped between my legs. I wasn't in the mood for the usual slow caresses and finger trips almost but not quite to my clit. I wanted it now, and as my thumb started rubbing the base of my clit, occasionally flicking the top with its nail, I began sliding two, then three fingers up and down my pussy, inside my swollen lips.

My breathing was harsh and rapid, almost a hiss as I struggled to contain the sounds that wanted to break out of my throat. I was sure Sarah could hear me at the front desk! My ass was squirming in the chair, bucking upward, as if to pull my fingers into me, deep into me, but I was not quite ready for that. My head was still filled with images - red fingernails against pink glistening flesh, her fingernails, my flesh. Then I imagined a tongue moving up and down against that pink flesh, and in my mind's eye, I saw a head with beautiful auburn hair, bobbing up and down between my legs. At this, I did start to moan out loud, catching myself only as the sound was about to leave my throat, choking it off in a half-grunt. My fingers were flying now, and I could feel my slickness on the chair, as my butt moved in circles and thrust upward.

Suddenly I felt the aching need inside, and I thrust three fingers deep into my vagina, pumping them in and out. My hips were really thrusting up now and I ground the palm of hand against my clit as I buried all of my fingers inside me reaching deeper and deeper. In my head, I saw Natalie, her legs spread wide, one foot propped up on a library shelf. Her right hand was pushing upward, deep inside of her, while her left was pulling at one of those lovely nipples I had seen poking through her dress. Her head was thrown back, her eyes closed and her mouth open. And I thought I could hear her moaning right through the glass wall, as she started to cum. That did it and I started that familiar roller coaster ride down from the summit. I was only half aware of my surroundings as wave after wave of pleasure swept across and through me. My body shuddered with a hundred delightful sensations. It seemed like I was on that roller coaster for hours before my head started to clear. Slowly I became aware of my breathing, still rapid, but not so harsh, as it started to slow along with the beating of my heart and the pulsing of the blood in my temples.

As reason started to emerge from the cloud of sexual pleasure that fogged my brain, I realized that I was sitting in a university library, my breasts hanging out of my unbuttoned sweater. My skirt was thrown open, my legs bent and spread wide, the glass wall in front of me reflecting the image of my still swollen, dripping pussy, open for all the world to see. I felt the liquid under my ass on the chair and I panicked a little. Unhooking my feet from the arms of the chair, I got up and grabbed for the towel, wiping my fingers and then pulling down my bra so I could button my sweater. I could feel my face beginning to heat as the small knot of panic in my stomach started to grow. I began to have the awful feeling that someone was there, staring at me. 

Whirling around, my skirt half open, I saw Natalie standing behind me, still in her red dress. Relief and puzzlement flooded my brain simultaneously. She saw them on my face, and told me to relax, no one else was around. Confused, I asked what she was doing there, how she had gotten out of the glass room so quickly. Natalie said she hadn't been in the glass room, but been behind me the whole time. She had been off to one side, in the stacks, watching me in the glass, rather than through it. She had wanted to be close enough to smell me, to hear me, to see me as if I were unaware of her. She said it had been lovely and that she too had cum very nicely, right out there, in the stacks, in her red dress and panties!

My face continued to burn, this time blushing with the thought that there had been no walls between us. That she had almost been close enough to smell me, to touch me had she wanted. And as I remembered the thoughts I'd had about her, I reddened even more. Walking close to me she reached out and touched my face and suggested that I close my skirt and go to the ladies room to freshen up and compose myself. She'd clean up the nook. My mind was still foggy, but after a moment I dropped the towel on the chair, and turned to do as she suggested. Looking over my shoulder, I saw her wiping the seat of the chair. Then as she finished, she brought the towel to her nose and inhaled deeply. I hurried on to the ladies to clean myself up before the liquid starting again to ooze from my pussy ran down all over my stockings.

After finishing in the ladies, I remembered that my panties were still on the desk and hurried back to the nook by the glass room. They were gone, and so was the towel and Natalie was no where in sight. I headed back to the front desk to sort out for myself what had happened and what it all meant. As I walked behind the counter, Sarah looked at me rather strangely and said that some woman in a red dress had just breezed past her, dropping a large manila envelope addressed to me onto the front desk. I took it from her. It bulged a little, with something soft and bulky inside and I walked back to my desk. Opening up the envelope, I looked inside and saw what appeared to be a lump of white cloth encased in a plastic baggie. My panties, I thought, closing the envelope again. Then, remembering Natalie's note, I got it from the book and tore it open. M heart started to race again, as I read the words. I felt myself flush and knew that Sarah was watching me. I didn't care. 

Natalie's note said that the panties in the bag were her own, still rather damp because she had cum in them. She said that she was wearing mine home because she wanted to take my scent with her and perhaps I would like to do the same with hers. Then she had written "I have a plan for tomorrow night, that doesn't involve walls, glass or otherwise. I'll Email you. Natalie." I felt myself start to moisten one more time and stood up so I wouldn't spot the back of my kilt. Natalie had planned all of this in advance, down to the envelope, the plastic bag and the panties. And I thought I had been in charge. I wondered what she had in mind for Saturday night and felt myself moisten even more. Grabbing the envelope, I walked out from behind the counter. Sarah asked me where I was going. I told her back to the stacks, I had something to do for myself.