The hotel door opened with a nearly silent but deeply satisfying click. There's always something special about staying at a Ritz-Carlton, and the club level on this one in Hong Kong was incredible. One hundred and sixteen stories in the air with an endless view always caused me to catch my breath.
A few doors down I knew exactly what was happening. You opened the door to your room, let out an exhausted sigh as you kicked off your shoes, and started to finally relax after an incredibly busy and stressful week with a highly demanding client. I knew something that you didn't though -- on your desk was an elaborate envelope with your name on it and a chilled glass of champagne. When you opened the envelope, I knew you would find a beautiful hand-written note from the hotel saying that a complimentary massage treatment had been arranged for you at 7PM that evening, and to please call the spa to confirm that you would be able to make it.
Fifteen minutes later I got the call I was expecting from the spa letting me know that you had confirmed your appointment and would be heading down momentarily to take advantage of the world-class facilities before her appointment.
I walked over to the spa promptly at 7:00, and I was greeted by my old friend and business partner who now managed this Ritz-Carlton. He knew my long history with you and was happy to help make this special event happen. After exchanging a quick greeting, he said "please come to this room over here -- everything is ready for you. The only thing we need to do is confirm that Kelly will be fine with the switch after you go in."
I walked over to a side room and quickly changed out of my suit and into the typical outfit for the spa -- a pair of white cotton pants and shirt. I looked like I was one of the regular masseurs, and I came out wheeling a special tray that had on it a chilled bottle of 2008 Dom Perignon and a tray of chocolate covered strawberries.
He pointed at the last room down the hall and said, "down there -- the masseuse is waiting for you." I walked down the hall and gently knocked on the door. A second later the door opened, and I walked in with the cart and put it along the far wall.
You were laying on the table covered in a towel when the masseuse walked over to you and said "we have a small surprise for you if you're open to it. Please look to your right. There's someone who would like to be your masseuse this evening if you are OK with it."
The look of surprise on your face along with the huge smile that showed up let me know I had absolutely made the right decision. "How, when, what? What are you doing here? How did this happen? Wait. You arranged this and sent me the champagne and invitation didn't you? Oh my god yes -- please -- I'm happy to have him take over...". With that the masseuse from the spa walked out and I gently closed the door behind her.
"No questions right now" I said. "Ssshhhh.... I'll answer all of your questions later -- but for the moment I'm going to treat you to a world class massage." I slid the towel down your back so that only your butt was covered, and I put the gel on my hands and warmed them together. I started gently kneading your shoulders and upper back as you started to squirm just a bit and started talking again. "Ssshhhhhhh, just enjoy."
Ten minutes of this blissful torture later you said "oh my god -- do you have any idea how amazing this is? Do you have any idea how horny I am right now, and how wet I am? I can't tell you the last time I felt like this."
I waited a beat and said "Ssshhhh... We're just getting started."
I kept working on your shoulders and back and worked my way up and down each arm. I gently massaged each muscle in your upper arm, your lower arm, stretched your wrists and made sure I gave attention to every finger. Twice you tried to reach out and touch me, but I gently moved your hand away and said "patience..."
I moved to the side of the table and started rub this warming gel very gently on your left thigh. I worked so very slowly -- massaging every last muscle with both hands as I slowly moved down your leg. I knew how horny you were getting -- I could sense you squirming, and I could sense the impatience building in you. I worked my way down to the bottom of your left leg and bent it up at the knee.
I kneaded and gently massaged the bottom of your leg and then started oh so slowly on the bottom of your foot. I know it was a huge effort not to squirm and giggle and I was doing my best to not tickle you -- but to be honest -- I knew I would be tickling you at least a little and I was secretly enjoying it. I worked on each individual toe one by one, worked on the space in between, and once I was done, I gently put your left leg down flat on the table again.
I moved my way to the other side of the table and once again started on your upper thigh. I was very careful not to touch anything other than your thigh, and I knew it was absolutely driving you insane. Once again, I worked my way down your leg and bent your leg up at the knee so I could work on the sole of your foot and each of your toes.
This time though, as I was about to set your foot down, I paused, and gently took your big toe in my mouth and started slowly sucking on it. I could feel you tense for a fraction of a second and then relax, and I heard a low groan of pleasure from the front of the table. I slowly took each to into my mouth -- playing and sucking and then gently put your leg back down on the table. I picked up your left foot and did the same thing to each toe there -- I knew without a doubt I was driving you wild.
"Time to flip over" I said. I grabbed a small handcloth, folded it, and put it over your eyes. I also removed the towel that had been down near your waist and now you were totally naked. Even after all these years you were still a complete goddess -- your body was absolutely amazing. I know how hard you work every week to keep it in incredible shape and it shows. Perfection everywhere. I could also see how totally turned on you were -- you were absolutely glistening, and I could hear your breath starting to get a little ragged.
"You do know that you are driving me absolutely wild," you said as I started putting more gel on my hands and warming them up.