The Hotel Spa

It's late by the time we get back to the hotel from the beach. I clear with the front desk that it is OK for you to stay the night and we travel up in the lift together to my room. We are both exhausted, so we strip, collapse into bed and cuddle up, falling asleep almost immediately.

I wake to the sound of the water running in the bathroom. I check the clock which shows it is 8:30 am. I am sitting naked, on the edge of the bed, as you come out of the shower and walk into the bedroom with one towel wrapped around your head and another around your body. As you come close to the bed, I stand up and tug at the lower towel. It falls away and you turn towards me. I can't help but stare at your gorgeous, naked body.

I am stunned by the simple beauty of your face, with no make-up and with your hair hidden in a make-shift towelling turban. Your plump but firm, young breasts are crowned with soft pink , oh-so-suckable nipples. A flat stomach leads down to your velvet-soft, fully shaved pussy and your long, smooth, slender legs.

I need to hold you, so I take your hand and pull you gently towards me. You put your arms around my neck and hug me tight. Standing on tip-toe, your lips find mine and your tongue darts into my mouth like a slippery eel. I wrap my arms around you and pull you tight to me. I run one hand up your back, between your shoulder blades and up to the nape of your neck. The other hand heads south, across the small of your back and down, over your smooth buttocks.

The contact makes the blood begin to flow to my prick and it starts to swell as I begin to manoeuvre you towards the bed. You feel my dick starting to press against you and sense my movement towards the bed. Breaking away, you spin me around and with a hard slap on my ass, you propel me towards the bathroom.

"Later!" you admonish with a wicked grin on your face.

"I'll hold you to that" I reply as I head into the bathroom to freshen up.

Remembering that we didn't find time to eat last night, you pick up the phone and order cereal, pastries, fruit and coffee to be sent to the room for breakfast.

Fifteen minutes later I emerge from the bathroom, feeling great. There is a knock at the door and I open it to the room service waiter with his trolley of breakfast. He wheels it to the table and starts to unload the contents. I notice this seems to be taking a lot longer than it should, probably because he is constantly looking over at you, standing by the bed brushing your hair. I realise he's hoping that the towel, wrapped loosely round your naked body, might succomb to gravity at any minute and fall away. To his disappointment, it doesn't and eventually he makes to leave but pauses by the door. I grab my wallet from the bedside table and tip him well.

As he is leaving, a thought occurs to me. I ask him what time the hotel spa downstairs opens. He says it usually opens at 10 am, but due to staff shortages it will not be attended today. That actually suits me perfectly. I ask and he confirms that we are still able to use the facilities, but there will be no attendants and no treatments will be available.

We sit and wolf down the breakfast. I hadn't realised how hungry I was. Having satiated our hunger, we relax for a while drinking our coffee. Eventually, we put on the thick white hotel robes and bath sandals provided in the bathroom and head out to the elevator. We ride down to the basement and make our way to the spa area.

On arrival, we switch on the sauna and leave it to heat up. As I expected, the whole place is deserted. We make our way to the huge, square spa bath, drop our robes and, now naked, climb over the side. The water must be on a timer as it is already warm and welcoming. I hit the button to turn on the air and jets. The water immediately starts to swirl around and bubble as if boiling.

I sit down on a ledge in the bath, slide down a little so that my shoulders are submerged and close my eyes, enjoying the warmth and the agitation of the water. A few minutes later, I open them again and see you standing off to one side of me, up close against the wall of the bath, facing out into the room. The water comes up just above your waist, your eyes are open but you have a faraway look on your face.

I realise you have positioned yourself directly in front of one of the water jets. It is sending a warm stream of water rushing through your legs and over your pussy. Your hands are below the water, pulling the lips of your pussy apart, allowing the jet direct access to your vagina and clitoris.

I move directly behind you and reach round to massage your breasts. You are lost in your own world and jump a little, surprised by the interruption. But you immediately relax again and return to your enjoyment. You remain in this position for another few minutes, while I continue to stroke your tits and massage your nipples.

My dick is starting to stiffen and rise up. You can feel it nudging up against your buttocks and you start to push your ass back a little to increase the contact. Then you turn around to face me, running your hands over my chest and down my body until they reach my prick. One hand cups my balls and begins to slowly massage them. The other takes my shaft and begins to rhythmically squeeze it. The effect is like pumping up a balloon. Within a minute my dick is fully erect, standing rock solid.

You rest your back against the wall of the bath and spread your arms out sideways, holding on to the edge. In this position you allow your legs to float up to the surface. I take them and pull them apart. Squatting down a little, I position myself between your thighs and slide my stiff cock into your pussy.

With you now floating and holding on to the side of the bath, I am able to gently ease you back and forward on my cock, fucking you with minimum effort. The water supports your weight and is lapping over your body as I move you back and forth. Your tits are like two islands being battered by waves in a tropical storm. This feels so good and is so relaxing that we carry on with it for ages.

Eventually, you release your grip on the side of the bath. Pulling you with me, I move to sit back on one of the ledges on the other side of the bath. You put your arms around my neck and pull yourself up so that you are sitting astride me. We are still coupled with my dick deep inside your tight pussy.

You start to move yourself up and down on my dick. Small rises and falls mean I am moving just a couple of inches in and out of your snatch. Wanting to increase the level of penetration, you get up and turn around so your back is facing me. You sit back on my lap, sliding my steel-hard dick back into your pussy.

Now with your feet on the floor of the tub you lean forward a little and are able to move yourself up and down the full length of my shaft. I reach out and hit the control button so that the air and water jets cease. As the water clears I get a great view of my rampant dick sliding in and out of your tight snatch, just under the surface.

After a few minutes you lean back against me. Now instead of sliding up and down you are rocking back and forward, forcing my dick up against the walls of your pussy. I slip one hand up to your tits and the other down to your clit and start to massage both. Within minutes you are whimpering a little as you reach orgasm, gripping my shaft tight with your pelvic floor muscles. Just as your pussy contractions are subsiding , I feel the familiar sensation of spunk coursing through my cock and pumping into you.

We climb out of the spa and make out way to the sauna, which is now quite hot. You sit on one side of the benches, I sit on the other. I ladle some water onto the stones, steam hisses out and the temperature rises a degree or two.

We sit facing each other. Our naked bodies are already coated with a film of perspiration. Looking me straight in the eyes, you lean back against the wall and spread your legs a little. You place your hands on your breasts and start to massage them, squeezing them in your hands. Because they are so wet, the flesh slips through your grip. With one hand you continue to knead your tits, occasionally squeezing hard on a nipple. Your other hand moves down your body and over your stomach. It slips between your legs and over your pussy. You slide it up and down, pressing down hard on your pussy with the flat palm of your hand.

Now your other hand moves down from your boobs to join the first. The two hands grip the inside of your thighs and pull your legs wide apart. Using one hand to pull your pussy open from one side, you put the other to your mouth and lick the middle two fingers. Then you slip your hand back down and push both fingers into your vagina. You start sliding them in and out of your pussy, which is clearly already very wet. Sliding them faster and faster, you frig yourself to another climax.

I watch your face as you come. Your eyes flutter and you gently bite down on your lower lip in pleasure. It's a beautiful sight and I am not the only one to enjoy it. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the face of our waiter from this morning at the small window in the door, staring in open-mouthed. He disappears quickly as he realises I have spotted him.

As soon as you you get your breath back, we leave the sauna and put our robes back on. We are walking back toward the spa reception desk when you spot a large massage table in a side room. It has a paper towel covering in place, ready for use. You take my arm and pull me into the room, taking my robe and instructing me to lie down on my stomach. I climb up onto the table and get comfortable positioning my face over the hole in the table.

"Full body Swedish, medium pressure, please Miss" I request and you immediately begin to massage my neck and shoulders. Your technique is actually pretty good and I start to relax into it. You move slowly down my arms to my hands and fingers, then back up again to my shoulders, gliding longitudinally with a light level of friction.

You find a bottle of massage oil on a nearby shelf and pour a lot of it into the small of my back. You spread it all over my back and down over my buttocks and thighs. The lubricant allows you to increase the pressure of your hands considerably. You spend some time working on my back, fingers spread and pressing with your thumbs either side of my spine. Then you move to the end of the table and turn your attention to my feet, kneading the soles and manipulating the toes before working you way up my legs, giving my calf muscles and thighs a thorough workout on the way.

Eventually you start to massage my ass, digging your fingers hard into the muscle. Pulling my buttocks apart, you pour out some more oil. I feel it splash on my butt-hole and trickle down the crack between my legs to settle on my ball-sack. A single finger starts to massage it into my sphincter before I feel what must be two fingers slip straight into my back passage. The muscle automatically clenches round your fingers, but releases after a few seconds as I relax again. Your fingers push in deeper and curve downwards until they find my prostate. You start a stroking action on that most sensitive gland. Your other hand cups my balls, lightly gripping and rolling them. The sensation is almost too much and I feel my stiff prick start to twitch and convulse.

Sensing I am about to blow my load somewhat prematurely, you slowly and deliciously withdraw your fingers and release my scrotum. Then, slipping off your robe, you climb up onto the table. With your knees between my legs, you lay your body down on mine and start to slide yourself up and down. I can feel your tits slipping easily up and down my back due to the slickness of the massage oil. You move one of your legs across and outside mine. Trapping my thigh between your legs, you start grinding your pussy up and down my leg. I can hear the squelching sound as your pussy lips move across my slippery flesh.

Beneath me I can feel my solid erection being pressed down hard against the table. The paper there is already soaked with the pre-cum that has been leaking from the head. You climb off the table and tell me to turn myself over. I do so, with my dick is standing stiffly to attention.

"Happy ending sir?" you ask as you wrap both hands round my cock. I'm in no position to refuse.

Your hands are still covered in massage oil. Starting slowly, you slide your hands smoothly up and down the shaft, twisting them round the head at the top of each stroke. Gradually you increase the pace, gripping as hard as you can with your slippery fingers. Given what has gone before, I can't last out very long. You sense the moment I am going to come and pull down hard, holding my dick tight, as I grunt and shoot my milky liquid high into the air. You chuckle with glee as it arcs and splashes down all over my chest and stomach.

Finding some wipes, you clean me up and we make our way, in our robes, back to the elevator and up to my room. We shower together before you get dressed and leave for home, while I take an early afternoon nap.

We have a big night planned.