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Annette eased her body into the spa, lay back against one
of the sides, closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wander.
It had been a glorious night. She had arrived at the hotel
with her lover Martin after a hard night?s partying, and
they had ended up continuing the party in their own style
until well into the early morning. Martin had left now.
He had to attend some sort of business meeting (the official
reason for their visit to Brussels) and Annette was left,
alone with her tired body, in the luxurious room that Martin?s
company had booked for them.
She stretched out in the spa - admiring her figure in one
of the mirrors as she did so. Annette was in her late twenties,
1.8m tall with long blonde hair. She had managed to keep
herself in shape over the years and her figure still curved
in where it was supposed to curve in and curved out where
it was supposed to curve out. Completely relaxed in the
spa she looked her best - certainly a lot better than she
usually thought she looked first thing in the morning.
?Girl, you look damn good? she laughed to herself ?if I was
a man, you?d drive me wild?. She sighed softly, sank lower
into the warm water and allowed her thoughts to drift back
to the night before. It had been glorious - Martin?s kisses
on her neck, his hands gently stroking the outsides of her
breasts, the insides of her legs, his mouth meeting hers,
her hands stoking his hard chest, his flat stomach, his
strong thighs, his ? . Absent-mindedly, she slipped one
hand under the water and slid it down between her thighs.
As the pleasant memories continued, the gentle movement
of her hand started to create a pleasant experience all
of its own.
Suddenly she heard the door outside open. Dreams shattered,
she returned her hand to a more respectable position and
asked who it was.
?Don?t worry? replied a male voice ?Just room service with
your wine?. She?d forgotten the wine. In a fit of extravagance
that morning she?d ignored all the boring suggestions
on the breakfast menu and ordered a bottle of vintage champagne
to help start the day. Then again the thought of having the
champagne brought to her in the spa only heightened her
feeling of delicious decadence. Feeling wicked, she replied.
?Could you bring it in here please??
In walked a man in a hotel uniform carrying a tray bearing
a bottle of champagne and two glasses. He paused when he saw her but
to his credit did his best to carry on as usual. The man was tall,
taller than Annette by a good ten centimetres, and dark. Also in his
late twenties, he looked more like an international tennis player than
a room service boy.
The man replaced his surprised stare with an amused grin
- although his attempt at nonchalance was somewhat disproved
by the obvious and growing bulge in his trousers. ?Where
would you like the tray ma?am?? He asked.
?Just place it here beside me, where I can reach it, and,
if it?s not too much trouble, could you please pour me a glass.
It is so glorious here in the spa, I can?t bring myself to
get out and deal with it myself. Would you like a glass, as
well??
?I?d love to? he replied as he poured the wine ?but I don?t
drink while I?m working. You never know when the guests
will need some service or other and I?d hate to give them
less than my best.?
?What services do you give that requires so much concentration??.
?Massage mainly. I?m actually the hotel masseur. We?re
a little short-staffed at present so I am helping out with
the room service.?
?Are you serious?? replied enthusiastically Annette,
her face lighting up ?Do you have time to give me a leg massage?
I danced for hours last night and they are sooo sore!?
?Of course. Would you like it now? or should I come back when
you?ve finished your spa??
Annette smiled ?Now would be perfect but I?m not getting out of
this spa, even for the best massage. Hop in and join me and then show
me what you can do.?
?How can I say no, to an offer like that?? he replied with
a smile. He slowly shed his uniform and then stood up and
stretched (looking her in the eye the whole time) before
climbing into the far side of the spa. She almost spilt her
champagne. God! He was fantastic. She?d thought Martin
looked good. This man was unbelievable. Strong (but not
overmuscled) and obviously fit without an ounce of fat
and hung like a horse to boot! He moved slowly across the
Spa towards her and she sipped from her glass to try and hide
her excitement.
Still maintaining eye-contact, he took one foot in his
hands and began to stroke it gently. Working all the stiffness
out of the underside with his obviously trained fingers
and sending a warm, tingling feeling pulsing up her body.
?Is this what you want?? he asked, as he repeated the dose
on her other foot. She lay back in the spa, gave up all pretence
of disinterest and sighed ?that is absolutely glorious.
It is absolutely perfect.?
He continued his firm but gentle massage moving up from
her feet to her calves. The stiffness and soreness melted
away beneath his touch. ?Still enjoying it?? he asked.
But he didn?t need an answer. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy,
she was breathing deeply and the smile on her face told her
all that he needed to know.
?Would you like me to go higher? Are your thighs as stiff
as your calves??
?Oh much stiffer? she laughed ?I?m sure they?ll need at
least twice as much attention?.
?I?ll see what I can do? he replied and, good as his word he
continued Northwards. Annette sighed with bliss. She
had completely forgotten the champagne, Martin, the previous night and
anything else other than the glorious sensations she was experiencing
at masseur?s hands. As he massaged her thighs, the masseurs hands
strayed every now and then and lightly brushed other more sensitive
areas than a more ethical masseur might perhaps have avoided - turning
Annette on even more. In fact, she was so turned on by this stage
that - without her consciously thinking about it - her own hand had
wandered back down and resumed its earlier activities. She was more
than a little embarrassed when a firm hand removed her own and a voice
(out of the clouds it seemed in her current ecstatic dreamlike state)
said ?don?t worry about that,I can do that for you?.
The masseur?s fingers gently eased her lips apart and he
began to move his thumb slowly and ever so gently up and down the line
of her pussy. After stroking her several times he moved his thumb
so that it was pressing just above her clitoris and began to move it
in small, slow circles. The feelings were so intense that she felt as
though she was going to explode.
To her momentary disappointment he moved his hands away.
However, before she could make a complaint, she felt a strong
arm circle her waist and raise her body so that she was on
top of the water and she felt his head move between her thighs.
?I never believed that I could feel this good? she sighed
to herself ?as his tongue began to tease the sensitive areas
on the outside of her pussy. She let out an involuntary moan
as she felt his tongue slide inside her and then repeat the
earlier actions of his hands - up and down, round and round
- always gentle, sometimes firm, sometimes feather light,
sometimes enjoying the whole length of her pussy sometimes
focussing on the area around the clitoris. She gripped hard onto the
railing next to the spa as the feelings continued to wash over her.
She could feel that she was going to come soon and she was damned if
she was going to her before she had had that magnificent cock inside
her as far as it would go.
?Fuck me. Fuck me now!? she demanded ?If you don?t use that
bloody cock of yours soon, I?ll never forgive you.?
?Anything for a client? laughed the masseur. He effortless
flipped her over so that she was standing, bent over facing
away from him. She gripped onto the rail again and gripped
it tight. She could see both their faces in the mirror know.
The masseur was still grinning but he was obviously just
as turned on as she was. He gripped her with both hands on
the waist and slowly slid his entire length inside her -
He felt just as big as he looked - and began to slide in out
and out slowly and steadily, very gradually increasing
the pace.
She was in paradise. Not only did the sensation of his cock
forcing its way in and out and in and out feel absolutely
marvellous - to be honest, she was so turned on that anything
would have felt marvellous at this point - but the sight
of the two of them in the mirror only turned her on more. She
could see herself enjoying herself - head thrown back,
face slightly flushed, lips parted, body moving in time
with the masseurs - but she could also glory in the view of
him - also turned on, face concentrating, the muscles of
his strong and smooth arms, chest and stomach accentuated
by the movement of his body and glistening from the water.
She couldn?t wait any longer. ?Let yourself go!? she ordered
?As hard and as deep as you damn well can!? He obeyed instantly,
driving himself forcefully inside her, thrusting powerfully,
firmly, deep and hard - still sliding all the way in and out
but much faster than before. In and out, in and out. The feelings
were unbelievable. She couldn?t hold off any longer. She
let out an incoherent yell as her orgasm welled up and seemed
to take over her whole body. She saw colours, she saw stars,
she saw everything. She felt his body stiffen as he came
too. She was so engrossed in her own feelings that it felt
as though it was happening to someone else. However, it
was enough to send her over the edge and off on another orgasm
and then, as he continued moving, off on a third. Finally,
she collapsed exhausted on the edge of the spa and he withdrew
from her and sat down beside her.
?I hope you like our room service? he joked as soon as he
had his breath back. ?Not bad? she replied ?if you?re the stand in,
I can?t wait to see the regular guy.? ?Fair comment? He laughed ?
but I?m afraid he won?t be in until the afternoon, so you?ll have to
wait for your comparison. If he?s not up to your high standards, just
let me know and I?ll happily come and cheer you up. Just ask at the
desk, I?m the only masseur on staff at the moment, so you can?t go
wrong.?
With that, he left the spa, dried himself off, dressed and
departed. Leaving Annette lying in the spa, sipping her
champagne and dreaming happily of all the fun possibilities
that the rest of this trip might have in store for her.
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