Spa
You stretch your arm out from beneath the soft towel wrapped
round your body, grasping the tall champagne flute on the
stand next to the couch. Sipping slowly at the chilled wine
you feel the bubbles softly exploding in your mouth, slipping
down your throat, leaving a trail of explosions as it runs
through your body.
“Hmmm” you relax back into the soft cushions of the massage
couch, feeling the warm towel wrapped tightly around your
naked body, every muscle in your body slowly sliding deeper
into the welcoming cushions. You close your eyes, softly
resting halfway between sleep and wake.
This weekend was perfect, two days luxury and pampering,
the perfect tonic.
Smiling at the thought of the chaos that you had temporarily
escaped from, enjoying the peaceful surroundings of the
spa, the soft bubbling of the small fountain in the corner
of the room, the aroma of the wildflowers planted beside
the trickling water.
As you lie in the couch, slowly drifting towards sleep,
you hear a quiet click. Resting your head you wait for the
masseuse to introduce herself, to begin to work her magic
on your resting body. You hear footsteps cross the room,
sounds of objects being placed onto a tray. Your face rests
softly on the smooth couch, feeling the feather soft cushion
embracing your face.
The masseuse walks towards you, placing the tray she had
filled on a stand near the couch. As she stands next to you,
you realize she still hasn’t spoken. Puzzled, you assume
that as you are lying with your eyes closed, she must think
you are asleep. You feel her slowly lifting the towel from
across your body, leaving you entirely naked face down
on the soft couch.
Somewhat shocked you remain quiet, unwilling to comment
or make any kind of a scene, after all, you reason with yourself,
you don’t have anything she hasn’t got. Still, you feel
nervous butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the
thought of your exposed body. Uneasily you reach out for
the champagne flute, drinking deeply. The alcohol calms
your nerves slightly. Looking across at the half empty
bottle, you realize just how relaxed the champagne is making
you, not quite drunk, but definitely very relaxed, your
inhibitions slowly slipping away. Smiling to yourself,
you rest your head once more on the couch, letting the bubbles
from sparkling wine flutter their way down to quiet the
butterflies.
As you lie, feeling somewhat self-conscious making you
slightly nervous, your muscles tensing slightly, you
feel the lightest touch on your legs, as a thousand gossamer
arms reach out to embrace your skin.
“Hmmm” you sigh as you feel the masseuse slowly slide the
mink glove across your calves. Smiling, you sink slowly
into the couch, trying to forget your nakedness. You feel
the soft fur sliding against your skin, every hair brushing
against you, flowing across you, as you feel the masseuse’
hand through the soft material.
You feel fingers slowly slipping around your leg, gently
squeezing the
muscle. The practiced hands running confidently along
your legs.
You feel a second glove brushing against your other leg,
caressing your smooth skin. The nerves in your legs anticipating
the smooth strokes of the fur covered hands, a small electric
wave of excitement washing across your body.
“Hmmm” you sigh again contentedly, reaching out for the
champagne once
more.
As you sip, letting the bubbles cascade down your throat,
you begin to
realize the effect the champagne was having on your relaxed
body. Smiling, you rest your head back down, letting yourself
relax, feeling slightly drunk.
You feel the mink covered hands sliding higher up your legs,
fines hairs brushing across the cheeks your exposed bottom.
You feel the strong hands of the masseuse, slowly massaging
your thighs, the fingers wrapping round you legs, sliding
up across your naked body, pressing gently on the base of
your back. Slowly, through your sleepy, relaxed stupor,
you begin to realize just how strong those hands are, the
broad palms letting the soft mink glide across your skin.
Very broad hands for a woman. Opening one eye a fraction,
you look down, staring at the large very masculine foot
at the end of the crisp white trousers alongside you.
Your shoulders tense, as the realization hits you, you
are laying
naked on a table with a complete stranger rubbing his hands
across your exposed body.
You feel the gloved hands pause, before continuing, sliding
across your shoulders, the fine hairs brushing across
your now very sensitive skin. You feel every stroke, every
contour of his fingers through the soft glove. Your mouth
dry, your stomach knotted, you tried to decide what to do,
what to say. Should you say anything?
“I mean” “you reasoned with yourself “he is a professional,
he must have seen hundreds of women like this” “But they
weren’t you, and they aren’t here now” comes back the reply.
Unsure, you continue to lie there, your eyes clamped tightly
closed.
As the mink strokes across your shoulders, soothing the
tense muscles, you begin to relax, the champagne taking
away some of your inhibitions. “After all” you reason “it’s
not like we are actually doing anything wrong” >You lie
still, letting the stranger’s experienced hands work
across your >body, feeling an electric tension building
around you. As his hands stroke softly down your sides,
the fine hairs brushing tenderly against the sides of your
exposed breasts, you feel your nipples harden, swelling
against the cushioning of the massage couch. The hairs,
like fingers of gossamer stroking across your sensitive
skin, seem to be running a current straight into your body.
You feel the hairs on your spine slowly standing erect as
a shiver of excitement runs through you. Surely he must
realize, you think, what is he thinking? Your mind races,
jumping from one wild conclusion to the next, suddenly
you see yourself making love passionately to this
stranger, giving yourself completely to him. “Stop it”
you tell yourself “this is crazy” even so, your nipples
are throbbing now, hardened beneath your body, you feel
a familiar ache building deep within yourself as your imagination
continues down it’s wild path of
sexual abandon.
Smiling, you reach out for the champagne once more, letting
the fizzy
Liquid wet your dry throat. You settle yourself back onto
the couch, enjoying the smooth firm strokes of the massage,
pressing yourself very slightly against the couch, enjoying
the feeling of the firm material pressing against your
crotch.
You feel his hands, slipping across your body, the fine
fur brushing against your skin, leave a trail of a thousand
kisses along your legs. As his hands reach your ankles they
turn, slowly sliding up the inside of your legs. Without
thinking, you part your legs, letting his hands run freely
between your knees. As his firm hands brush across the inside
of your thighs, you ease your body against the couch, enjoy
the soft fire running through you. As you feel the warm ache
building inside you, feeling his hands stroking you, you
realize that this stranger can quite easily see the effect
his hands are having on you As your legs part to let his hands
slide across your thighs, he has a full view of your moist
cunt, the lips of your swollen clit showing just how turned
on you are.
Suddenly riding the wave of reckless abandon you push your
legs further
apart, feeling the soft hairs of the gloves stroking silently
across your smooth, sensitive thighs. You push your hips
slowly into the couch, feeling the smooth material pressing
back against your damp mound. There was no doubt now, if
he couldn’t tell the effect this was having on you he was
either gay, or dead, or both. You hold your breath, waiting
to see what his reaction would be, feeling every tiny movement
of his hands, anticipating the brush of the fine hairs as
they slide across your legs. Slowly you feel his hands push
across the backs of your thighs, his fingers just pressing
against the cheeks of your ass. You can feel the tension,
the excitement building inside you, your
chest constricted as you become aware that you are holding
your breath.
“It must be the champagne” you tell yourself “I would NEVER
normally do
anything like this” you hear yourself thinking, silently
wishing his hands onwards. Hoping, daring.
Suddenly you feel the fines down of the mink sliding down
across the backs of your legs, a few stray hairs pushed out
beyond the rest gently brush against your swollen clit.
You check yourself, trying not to flinch as you feel this
strangers hands sliding towards you, touching you in the
most intimate places. You feel the outlines of his fingers
as the slide across your smooth legs, his fur lined fingers
softly brushing against your moist cunt. Slowly you breathe
out, a long sighing breath, the gentle gasp escaping before
you realise, your body takes over, your hips slowly rocking,
as you press your breasts harder against the couch, feeling
them squeezed against the warm material.
You feel his hands slide down your legs, the hairs of his
gloves igniting fires in every nerve they stroke. Then,
almost painfully, you feel the soft fur leaving your body,
the fine hairs stroking a last goodbye as his hands move
away from you. You pause, holding your breath once more,
waiting for whatever happens next. Every hair and nerve
in your body on fire with anticipation, wondering what
this stranger will do to you, hoping, longing, the burning
ache inside you building.
Suddenly you gasp, as a river of ice chilled liquid pours
onto the backs of your exposed legs, running along your
clit. You hadn’t heard him pick up the bottle, and the instant
shock of the chilled champagne sends an icy fire through
your body, every muscle clenches as you try to twist away.
As the cold subsides, you feel the tiny bubbles of the champagne
exploding across your sensitive clit, like tiny fires
suddenly igniting and subsiding, the fizzy liquid mixing
with your own warm juices.
Enjoying the sensation you grind yourself against the
couch, letting the cold fizzing liquid bubble across your
cunt, your nipples, suddenly harder with the icy shock,
flattened against your breasts, pressing against the
smooth material of the couch.
You part your legs, letting them hang over the side of the
couch, feeling the fizzing champagne bubble against you,
when you feel a sudden warmth as the stranger’s tongue slowly
and deeply licks your sodden cunt. The tip of his tongue
pressing into your cunt, sliding easily deeper into you.
You feel his mouth sucking on you, swallowing the heady
mixture of champagne and your flowing juices. You grind
your hips back against his face, enjoying the feeling of
this stranger’s mouth against you, his tongue flicking
along your clit. As he stops, you feeling the burning ache
inside you, the building heat coming
from the pit of your stomach.
You feel his hands gripping your sides, pulling along the
couch, letting your body be dragged towards this stranger.
You push your legs wider, lifting your hips slightly, your
clit pulled wide apart.
You can’t believe you are doing this, letting a complete
stranger touch
you, lick you, and now, aching for him to fuck you, to ram
himself deep into you. The heady excitement mixing with
the champagne, letting the lust take control. You feel
the tip of his cock press against you, and then, push deep
into you, as he pulls your body against him. You feel his
stiff prick, hot against your sopping cunt, every contour
of his cock as it slides deeper into you. The ache that had
been building inside you, explodes into a raging fire,
wanton lust overwhelming your senses. You lie face down
on the couch, your hands gripping the soft cushioning,
gripping his cock with the walls of your cunt, desperately
pushing your hips back towards him trying to fuck his cock,
to ease the need inside you. You feel him thrusting into
you, his cock ramrod stiff inside you, sliding easily in
and out, each time ramming back into you harder and harder.
You lift your hips slightly, forcing his cock to push against
the front of your cunt as he fucks you.
“Yes” you gasp, hearing the voice as if someone else were
speaking “yes, fuck me, oh god, harder”
The words you hear almost as if spoken by a stranger, a stranger
inside
you, controlling your mind.
“Fuck me” you hear yourself say
You feel his cock swelling as his thrusts become more urgent,
more desperate. His stiff prick banging wildly into you,
his hips crashing
against yours, your feel his pelvis crushing against your
cunt with each thrust. You feel yourself getting wetter,
the aching building, desperately wanting to feel his cock
deeper inside you, trying to pull the tip through your body.
“yes” you cry “faster, oh yes”
You feel yourself starting to come, the waves of fire running
through your body “oh yes, don’t stop, don’t stop” your
voice seems to be almost a scream, detached from you.
“oh god yes, now, now, now” you hear the scream in the room,
almost unaware it came from your mouth Suddenly you feel
him thrust deep inside you, his hips crashing hard against
you, as he explodes deep inside you, the hot liquid of his
cum shooting into you “oh goddd yes” you cry as you feel his
cum triggering your own orgasm, icy fire running through
you as the walls of your cunt grip him, holding him
deep inside you, every nerve exploding “yeeeeeesssss”
this time your
recognize the scream, your voice shrieking into the air.
Your body arches, your shoulders lifting clear of the couch,
your fingers
gripping the soft material your nails piercing into the
cushioning below.
Slowly you relax, falling back onto the couch, drained.
You feel him, still inside you as his mouth slowly kisses
your back. He slides out of you, pulling away.
You lie, exhausted on the couch, your body spent. Slowly
you realize you are alone, the room empty, the stranger
gone. As you hear the door open, you turn, smiling to see
this stranger who had taken you to new heights. The woman
framed in the doorway looks down at the clipboard in her
hand, “Now then, ” she says clinically “massage and then
a sauna it says here. Right, ever had a massage before?”
she enquires politely.
As the realization of what has happened slowly hits you,
you realize, you never saw his face.
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