Posted by gonewild , Tue May 21, 2013 08:04 PM
Note to Readers: This erotic story is a continuation of The Vacation to Cancun, Mexico Chapter One: http://www.sexforums...ne-arrival-day/ it would be better enjoyed reading it first before reading this Chapter. Thank You.
We awoke early this morning full of joy at spending our first full day at the resort. I have teased you this morning with cuddling and many soft kisses along with gentle touches but we have not made love – I wanted you to be excited and wanting but not to be satisfied quite yet – I have a plan for that.
I have already showered and you are finishing your shower as there is a knock at the door. I have arranged for a large fresh fruit plate along with juice and coffee to be sent to the room. I have a special surprise for you in the Spa and we will be headed that way in about 40 minutes. We share a quiet breakfast on the balcony enjoying the scenery and people watching; as the staff prepares the grounds and guests begin selecting their spots around the pools.
We enter the Spa Lobby and after checking in you are escorted to the meditation room where you relax in a warm Turkish bathrobe awaiting being called into the private massage room. I tell you I’ll return in plenty of time to be here when your massage is complete. Soon a lovely woman arrives to escort you to her station. You are a bit startled when she heads in another direction and takes you back into a very special area of the spa instead of going to where the normal massage rooms are located. You calm your nerves as she assures you that all is fine and further explains that you have been scheduled for the Queen Deluxe Massage today. “Yeah okay whatever that means” you think to yourself.
You are left in the dressing area and instructed to disrobe and when ready to enter the door on the left; you remove your robe and all of your clothing but again are a bit surprised as there are no towels to wrap yourself in. Oh well the masseuse is a female and a professional so what the hell it is after all a special vacation. As you enter the room you are in awe of the beautiful furnishings and the lighted candles the soft pleasant fragrance wafting in the air; in the center of the room you see a rather odd massage table. It is large and very soft looking chaise lounge; a round pillow extends from side to side and is positioned so that your hips will rest on top of it – There is no modesty sheet available. Oh my you think this will elevate my butt quite a bit and what are these for here?? At the end of this lounger are two well padded cushioned apparatus that can only best be described as stirrups – but that can’t be what they are for… Can it?
You cautiously climb onto the massage lounge, legs tightly closed an unexpected shiver courses through your body despite the room being perfectly warm; you are trying to calm your nervous excitement when you hear the masseuse enter the room. You have decided to just act natural; lying there breathing easily with your eyes closed. The woman’s soft hands gently grasps your right ankle and places it onto the raised cushioned stirrup she then quickly does the same with your left foot and ankle. A slight gasp escapes your lips as you realize you are now opened to her view and to any of her wishes to touch any part of you. Oh Damn, and now all that teasing I had done to you earlier has caused your excitement to return; your mind awash at how hot you had become and had not been able to orgasm this morning. You try desperately to quiet your body but it is to no avail – you know you must be getting moist even as you try not to.
Her soft velvety hands drip warmed oil up and down your back then a feather light touching, massage begins. It feels as her hands glide over your body somehow knowing just how soft or firm to rub your shoulders and back. You can feel yourself relaxing and drifting into a light dream even though you are fully awake. Your mind wanders to thoughts of me and how much you love me and how good our relationship is. Soon thoughts of our sex life evade your every thought – you try to push them into the back of your mind to be enjoyed at a later time but the more you try the more they are foremost in your thoughts. You can almost feel my hands on you; feel my hardness as it enters you – Oh, I must stop this and think of something else you tell yourself. The woman’s fingertips lightly roam your entire body; light butterfly touches then firm rubbing relieving all the tensions in your muscles. She works her magic from your toes to your neck up and down both arms then your legs. Her hands sliding up your inner thighs getting so close – so very close to your vagina – you know how wet you have become – you hope she doesn't notice this too. Her fingers bump into your labia – you grown softly – then the hands are at your buttocks; squeezing and relaxing then they are gone again. Soon they return with even more oil – you can feel it dripping on you sliding down between your ass cheeks down it travels… drenching your sensitive slit in the warm invigorating touch of the slippery oil.
Her hands now at your neck then shoulders heading lower then lower still. Now at your ass, her right hand teases your crack while her left hand fingers flick lightly up and down your labia. Oh is this really happening? Really? Should I stop her? Shouldn't I just yell STOP? But you don’t; it feels much too good – much too right just now. Her right index finger teases your sphincter muscle while her left hand fingers continue to teasingly and softly rub your pussy lips. Her hands are removed – another groan escapes your mouth – Not NOW damnit don’t you dare stop now and leave me like this your mind screams at her but you force yourself to be silent.
You feel a small tube at your asshole where it teases you until you relax then you feel it slowly enter you then the warm rush as she pushes the plunger and warmed oil enters your ass. Quickly it is removed and her finger is back teasing and pushing until it gains entrance. Her left thumb is at your pussy hole rubbing and circling the soft ring full of wonderful pleasure nerves. You want to yell at her “Go into me DAMN YOU – finger me!”
Over and over she teases both your holes – first deeply inside then feather touches at your openings feeling so deliciously good and exciting. She works you like only another woman knows how – she knows just what you need, when you need it and how hard to push. Your orgasm washes over you suddenly; your stomach muscles tightening; your pussy and ass clenching down on the never stopping digits – you lose your breath as you convulse into pure ecstasy. She lets you ride the waves her fingers slowing down but not leaving their places. She starts again taking you back up – higher --- higher still… “Awww FUCK”you grunt as another massive orgasm rips through your body. Her fingers slow, then stop and are back to the massage of your shoulders, your neck and up and down your back.
Over and over this joy is repeated you have lost track of how many orgasms you have had your body is weak you feel completely drained and so gloriously relaxed. She places your legs back flat on the lounge and whispers into your ear…
“Just relax and nap if you care to. The second treatment will begin in approximately 40 minutes.” What? There is going to be more? Oh my you think; what is next… as you drift off to sleep and dream.
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