The following story is true. The name has been changed, but it is an accurate recounting of events that actually took place.
I had gone with my lover Alexandra, to that same romantic hotel where we first made love. I could never think about this place without remembering the excitement I felt during our first time together. It still arouses me to recall how she straddled my lap as I sat on that couch; how I pulled her top up over her head, unfastened her bra and slowly released her breasts. We made wonderful love those first few days, and it was the beginning of beautiful relationship that has continued to grow with time.
As far as excitement goes, this trip was as good as ever. Alex and I shared a romantic dinner at our favorite Italian restaurant. We drank that same pinot grigio that we discovered together on our first long weekend getaway. The ice and snow on the ground outside was of little consequence because there was warmth, love, romance, and a wonderful feeling of happiness in my heart.
On top of all her other lovely qualities, my girlfriend is a beautiful, sexy woman. She has blonde hair of medium length and pretty blue eyes that seem to sparkle whenever she smiles. She stays in wonderful shape from her years of playing recreational/competitive volleyball. My lover has sexy, full breasts that gently sway with her movements when she is unfettered with a bra, or "harness," as she likes to refer to that particular undergarment. In addition, she has an irresistible ass that I just can't seem to keep my hands off whenever we're naked.
One evening, my lover told me that she was going to treat me to a massage. This had been somewhat of an ongoing point of discussion and fantasy for us. We had talked before about getting a massage together in Las Vegas; one where each would have our own masseuse, complete with happy ending. On this particular evening, however, Alex
would be my masseuse. She was prepared with lavender scented oil, towels hot from the microwave, and plenty of attitude.
We took the sheet from the foldout couch in the living room area and spread it out on the bed. Not exactly an official massage table, but then again, I had the feeling that this was
not
going to be an official massage. My lover lit scented candles on each of the bedroom nightstands, and switched on some soft jazz music. In the fading evening light, the candles gave a wonderful, romantic glow to the entire room. She handed me a towel, told me to get undressed, and excused herself to the bathroom to slip into something more comfortable for the task at hand.
I quickly stripped off my clothes and lay face down across the bed, draping the folded towel across my backside. Although I have never had a professionally done massage before, I'd seen this done in enough movies to know the setup. What was good enough for James Bond was certainly good enough for me!
As I lay there waiting with piqued anticipation for that bathroom door to open, the soothing music was definitely not having its intended effect. After what seemed like hours (but was probably only a couple of minutes), I heard Alex come out and retrieve the warm massage oil from the microwave. When she finally came into the bedroom area, I looked up at her and she literally took my breath away.
With a bottle of warm massage oil in one hand, and towels in the other, my lover wore only a tiny pair of black thong panties and a sexy smile. She must have seen the look of utter appreciation and excitement on my face because she held her hands out and slowly made a complete turn, allowing me to take it all in. Her body was simply stunning.
"Do you approve?" she asked, knowing full well the answer to that question.
"Um, yes..." I managed to stammer, "And I love that little thong thing you have going on there!" It was certainly true. Alex's ass was so alluring that I reached out to touch her.
She playfully pushed my hand away. "Hey! What kind of massage parlor do you think I'm running here? Customers aren't allowed to touch!"
