I was on holiday abroad by myself not too long ago. I had decided to treat myself to a massage at the hotel spa, to celebrate my birthday and to take advantage of some well needed me-time. I met the masseur at the reception to find out about available time slots. He was dark with a short beard. A bit taller than me, but not overly. In his late 40’s probably, although that’s difficult to tell. Not what I would call attractive, but his energy felt good. He seemed like a decent man who could do a good job without it being creepy. Harmless, you could say, I guess. He presented me with some options but did point out that if I really wanted a relaxing time there were other treatments that would make a perfect combination. I hesitated, mostly due to the prices of each treatment. The masseur asked if I wanted to see the spa, because it might help me make my mind up. I had some time to kill so I accepted his offer to show me around.
We took the lift to the 3rd floor and entered the spa. I immediately felt a sense of calm. ”What a lovely spa”. ”Thank you. Yes this is very nice. Very relaxing”. We walked along the corridor. ”This is where you would have your massage. And here to the right is where the sauna is and the bed where you get a scrub. If you want I would really recommend starting with 20 minutes in this hammam sauna. Then you will get a full body scrub, lying on this bed over here. Then you will end your visit with a full body anti-stressmassage. I can give you an extra 15 minutes massage for the same price. You would be in the spa for 2,5 hours. OK?”. I nodded. ”Sounds absolutely amazing. Let’s do that. What time is available for all this?” He walked over to the spa reception desk and flipped through the pages. ”You would like today or another day?” ”Today if possible, otherwise tomorrow afternoon”. He scanned the page, following his finger down the calendar. ”You can come here at 3 o’clock this afternoon, yes?”. ”Yes, that would be perfect! Thank you”. ”OK, I will see you here at 3 o’clock. Robe and slippers will be brought to your room before you appointment”. ”OK, thank you! I’ll see you later then”. I walked along the corridor and out through the glass doors. ”Oh well, I might as well spend some money in here since I haven’t spent my money on shopping anyway”, I though to myself.
Later that afternoon
I got undressed and showered before putting my bikini bottoms on. Then I wrapped the robe around me and slid my feet into the cozy slippers. I grabbed my room key and my bikini top and put them both in my robe pockets before leaving my room. I walked down the long corridor to the spa entrance. The glass door closed behind me. I was greeted by the masseur: ”Hello again. Are you ready to relax?”. ”Hi. I am yes. Very”. ”Good. Follow me”. We walked into the room with the sauna and the marble bed. ”First you sit in the sauna for 20 minutes. Just turn the tap and you can shower in there if it gets too hot. The when the time has ended, you come out and lay down on the bed with you face down in the hole, OK?”. ”OK”. ”I am just outside I you need anything. Enjoy”. ”Thank you”. The masseur left the room and I took off my robe and hung it on the hook by the sauna. I stepped in and sat down. Steam started to fill the sauna and I closed my eyes in an attempt to relax fully. Being me, my thought started spinning and I was all but relaxing: ”I need to write that speech. I could be back in my room writing in instead of waisting time in here. I should try and relax. I should take deep breaths. What if P was here, watching me from the outside. Or sitting here opposite me. I could easily get down on my knees and blow him without anyone knowing what was going on in here, there is too much steam to see anything. I really want to blow him right now. Fuck! I’m supposed to relax. Breathe. In… and out… in…” (Beep beep). The steam slowly cleared. The time had run out. ”Good job relaxing! Not!”.
I stepped out of the sauna and for a second I contemplated whether or not to put my bikini top on, but I decided not to. Since I’m not a prude in these situations and the masseur has seen countless of naked bodies I was comfortable lying down without my top on. There was a careful knock at the door: ”Are you ready? Can I come in?”. ”Yes, I’m ready”. ”Very good. Was the sauna nice?”. ”Yes it was. I enjoyed it”, I pretended to be as relaxed as I should have been. The masseur walked over to my bedside. Since my head was in the hole, all I could see was his bare feet. ”Why was he barefoot? I should close my eyes. And relax”. ”Relax. Breathe in…”. He put his hand infront of my nose and mouth. It was some sort of oil on it. ”Eucalyptus?”. ”And breathe out… Breathe in… and out…”. He started rubbing my upper back with a body scrub. ”Let me know if the pressure is too hard”. ”No, you’re fine. But yes I will”. When he was done with my upper back he asked if I could pull my bikini bottoms down slightly, so that he could scrub my lower back as well. Again, I’m not a prude so I pulled them down so the where sitting right underneath my ass-cheeks. I could hear him grab some more scrub out of a jar and then his hands were back on me again. He put scrub all over my ass and along my legs and all over my feet. All of a sudden I felt his hands moving upp my inner thighs, getting very close to my pussy. I surprised myself because I could feel myself spreading my legs slightly so that he could reach properly. Once he was done there he positioned himself infront of me. He grabbed one of my arms and covered it in scrub, then my other one. He pulled my arms towards him, over my head. Accidentally my hands landed on each side of his hips for a moment before he grabbed the arms again. Next time he let my arms lay above my head I intentionally let my hands rest on his hips. ”Would he react? How would he feel about it?”.
After a while he stepped a little closer and I grabbed a hold of his hips to steady myself, as he worked my neck and shoulders. ”You have very strong hands”. ”Oh yeah? If you only knew what I can do with my hands”, I though to myself. He grabbed my arms once again but this time he put them back alongside my body. At this point, wetness had built up between my legs. ”Now, slowly turn around on tour back, please”. I tried to be as gracious as possible while covered in the slippery scrub. He started with my legs this time, worked his way up to the inside of my thighs. ”Can he tell how wet I am?”. His hands moved across my hips, my belly and up to my ribs. ”Would you like to do your chest? Or would you like me to do it?”. I nearly choked. I had been so lost in the moment. ”You can do it. It’s OK. I don’t mind”. ”OK. Don’t forget to breathe. Deep. Slowly”. I took some deep breaths but had to hold it as his hands grabbed my boobs. I automatically grabbed the sides of the bed with my hands. I believe my back arched slightly too. As soon as he brushed up against my nipples I came, arching my back even further. He let his hands wonder across my boobs, holding them, squeezing them. ”This can’t be part of the massage, surely?”. When we pinched my nipples I moaned quietly and my back lifted an inch from the bed, I couldn’t help myself. I could hear him moan to, like he to really put an effort in massaging me. Like it was hard work. I was pretty sure, from this moment on it was hard.
Once I was completely covered in scrub I could hear him turning something on, and all of a sudden water came pouring out of a shower head from above. It could be angled and lowered so that I could be cleaned properly. The the same erotic tension as before his hands ran all over my body while the water soaked me completely. ”Now I understand why he’s barefoot. He must be soaked as well”. Eventually he turned the tap off and then he used his hands to push the water off my body. I came again, goosebumps all over. This time I didn’t try to hide my moan. I bit my lower lip, as I do when I’m horny. ”Fuck, this feels so good. Please don’t stop”, I though. He walked away for a second and then I could feel my robe on me. He helped me to sit and put the robe around my shoulders. My eyes where somewhat open to try and regain consciousness. ”Breathe. Deep. Slowly. In…. And out”. I could feel him from behind, grabbing me by my shoulders, pulling me close. And like the scene in Titanic he lifted my arms out to the side and held my against his chest. His hands wandered along my sided, my boobs still fully exposed. It felt like he wanted to grab them again, but decided not to. Then he told me to be careful as I stod. The floors were still very wet. I wrapped my robe around me, pulled my bikini bottoms up and followed him into the other room where I was due to have my anti-stressmassage.
We entered the other room and I was asked to lay down, head in the hole… again. When his hands started rubbing my shoulders this time, they were covered in oil. “You have amazing hands”. “Thank you. I’m glad you are enjoying the massage”. “A little too much maybe?”, I asked myself. He worked his way down my upper back and asked me yet again to pull down my bikini bottoms enough for him to do my lower back. I pulled them down again and left them sitting under my ass-cheeks. He covered my lower back in oil and moved down to my feet and legs. Once he worked his way back up my thighs I intentionally spread my legs wider. I wanted him to reach everywhere. This time he spread my ass-cheeks slightly while massaging them. ”He must see all of me now, he must see how wet I am”. His hands grabbed my ass firmly and squeezed them hard. I could hear him moan again, and so did I. Louder this time. He brushed up against my soaked pussy with the side of his hand and I came again, grabbing the sides of the bed. ”Slowly turn around onto your back please”. I did as I was told, nearly sliding off the bed. Once in position, he put I towel over my eyes and then started off with my legs. His hands moving further and further up my body, to my hips and my belly. Then the inevitably, my boobs. This time he wasn’t as discrete with his intentions. He pinched my nipples hard. He must have seen how my orgasms pushed through my hands and fingers. How I tried not to pull the sheet up from the massage bed when I grabbed it to steady myself. I came again, moaning, arching my back, biting my lip. Once I’d caught my breathe he asked me to flip around again and I did. His hand was back against my mouth and nose with that eucalyptus scent.
This was when the massage reached the point of no return. I was so fired up. So horny and so wet. He massaged my upper and lower back again, covering me in oil. When he got down to my ass I instinctively raised up from the bed, just an inch or two, pushing my ass out towards him as to say ”more”. He moved to a position on the side of me, grabbed my hips and pulled the up towards the ceiling. He was obviously going for a chiropractic cracking of my hips. I however wanted nothing else, something more than relaxed hips. I was now on all four. I couldn’t hold back any longer so I pushed my ass out for him as I rested my head against the bed. ”What do you want?” ”Please”. ”What do you want me to do?” ”Please, touch my pussy”. ”Are you sure? You can’t tell anyone about this”. ”Yes, I’m sure. Please. I won’t tell”. ”You can’t scream”. I shook my head NO. ”We are the only ones here but I will try to be quiet. It’s going to be hard, but hey, I’m up for a challenge”. Then I felt his hand against me. He massaged my wet pussy while I pushed my ass up in the air. I felt a smack against my ass-cheek, then another. I came immediately, allowing myself to shake the orgasm out this time. He told me to lay on my back and like a good girl I did as I was told. “So horny”, he said.
He squeezed some oil into the palm of his hand. I felt it rubbing up against my clit. Slippery, wet, aroused as fuck. “You are so horny. My God. Fuck”. He slid a finger inside me and I gasped for air. He was surprised how wet I was. Realising this, he reached for some towels on the shelf and asked me to raise myself of the bed. He carefully placed the towels underneath my lower body. I knew exactly what he indented to do next. I spread my legs apart, getting comfortable. He pushed 3 fingers instead me and massaged my clit with his thumb. He started putting pressure on my G-spot. It only took a second before squirt came pouring out of me. I could see his facial expression, how turned on he was. He wanted me to come even more, he wasn’t going to stop until I was completely empty. He pumped his hand deep and hard inside me and I came over and over, getting both me, him and the towels soaking wet. My legs shook like leaves. ”You’re so sexy. Look at you. What you have done”. Poor thing. He must have thought that I’ve never squirted before and that thanks to his magic hands, I got to experience that for the very first time. Although it was far from my first time, I needed to catch my breath. I squeezed my boobs together and pinched my nipples. ”I love your tits. They are amazing! Fuck!” ”Please suck on them”. His eyes darkened, even I could see that in the dim light. He leaned forward and took my right boob in his mouth. ”Bite my nipple”. He looked up at me for a second and them he bit down on it. ”Harder”. He bit me even harder and I came, while trying not to scream. He pushed his fingers back inside me and pressed down on my G-spot yet again, all while sucking on my boobs. I came hard, squirting all over the bed. I tried to catch my breath.
I was curious to see and feel just how hard he was for me now. I massaged him on the outside of his shorts for a while. He ran his hands over my body. He was so hard. I slid my hand inside his shorts and grabbed his shaft. Warm, hard. I could feel his veins on his erection popping. He asked: ”What do you want to do with this?” ”I want to help you with my hand”. He pulled his shorts down and his hard cock sprung free. I wrapped my hand around it and started jerking him off. ”Should I get a condom?”. ”No, we are not doing that”, I said firmly. I couldn’t be bothered to do anything that required testing afterwards. After all, I didn’t know this guy and judging from his mild reaction when this all went down, this wasn’t the first time he had fun with a client. So no. ”Can I come while watching you?” ”Yes, that’s OK”. He walked out of the room and came back with some tissues. He asked me to lay on my side facing him. I did what I was told. At first I helped him jerk off, then he took over. He asked me to squeeze my tits and so I did, while he watched me intensely. “You are so fucking hot! That ass… Wow!” He asked me to squeeze his ass. I grabbed him and squeezed, hard. It didn’t take long before he covered my belly and boobs with his warm cum. He let out a grunt and a moan. I played there while he walked over to the sink. He turned the tap on and wetted a cloth. He stood by my side and wiped me clean. Then he folded the cloth, but it aside and asked me to lay down on my back. ”Why?”. ”Do you not wish to have the rest of your massage?” ”Eh, OK. I’m well confused, but fine. I don’t want to miss out I guess”. ”Yes I do”. ”Take a deep breathe in…. And out. In… and out”.
3 hours later and I wasn’t completely sure how we ended up doing what we did. I didn’t even remember his name. “Note to self: Must discretely ask reception later, because I can’t be that person who has been with people I don’t know the name of”. This whole thing was crazy, really. But oh how I needed that. The masseur asked me if I felt relaxed before leaving the spa and what else could I say but: ”Yes. Very”.