I arrived at the upscale day spa feeling stressed out, my muscles tense and achy from the demands of work and daily life. Little did I know that I was about to embark on an erotic adventure that would leave me completely satiated and satisfied in ways I had never experienced before.
As I entered the dimly lit massage room, my masseur, Mark, greeted me with a charming smile that instantly put me at ease. He was tall, lean, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes – exactly my type. He left the room so I could undress and lie face down on the massage table, covering myself with a soft towel.
The scent of lavender filled the air as Mark returned to the room and began to work on my neck and shoulders. His strong hands moved in slow, deliberate motions across my skin, sending waves of relaxation and pleasure through my body. I couldn’t help but let out a low moan of contentment as he continued his expert touch.
As Mark worked his way down my back, I started to notice him lingering longer near the curve of my ass. The sensation of his fingers gently pressing into my flesh was both soothing and stimulating. As if sensing my growing arousal, Mark began to subtly shift his movements, allowing his thumbs to glide closer to the crevice between my cheeks.
I bit my lip, trying not to give away the fact that I was enjoying this more than I should be. But then, as if on cue, he moved his body closer – so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his body and his breath against my skin. A shiver of anticipation ran down my spine.
Feeling bold, I decided to give Mark a hint of what I wanted without being too obvious. As he massaged my inner thighs, I began to moan softly, lifting myself slightly off the table in response to his touch. He must have gotten the message because, a few moments later, I felt his fingers brush against the damp fabric between my legs.
My pussy pulsed with desire as Mark continued to tease me, moving closer and closer until his fingertips were gently tracing the outline of my lips through my panties. I couldn’t help but arch my back, pressing myself more firmly into his hand. He took the cue and boldly began sliding his fingers beneath the fabric, exploring the delicate folds of my lips with slow, deliberate rubs.
As Mark worked me, I could feel the pressure building inside. My moans grew louder, more urgent, as he slid first one finger, then two into my wet pussy. He pumped them in and out, his thumb circling my swollen clit with each thrust.
I was so lost in pleasure that I barely noticed him undoing his pants until I felt the warmth of his cock against my ass. As he slid it between my cheeks, I reached down to grasp it firmly, stroking its length as he continued to finger me relentlessly.
My orgasm hit like a tidal wave, washing over me in waves of blissful release. Mark must have felt my muscles clench around his fingers because seconds later, he thrust his cock into my mouth and began pumping himself in and out of it quickly, soon after filling me with his hot cum as I swallowed every drop.
As I lay there, panting and satisfied, I couldn’t help but feel more satisfied than ever before after a spa day. And who knows? Maybe Mark and I will do this again someday soon.
