Hotel Bar
She watched him subtly from the corner of her eye – typical old perv she thought – sitting at the bar trying to flirt with the lady serving up his cocktail. She giggled to herself as she observed his gaze wander with male horny obsession as the bartendress sauntered away, his eyes clearly fixated on her curvy peach as she hustled to fulfill the orders of others. She shook her head in disbelief and wriggled herself deeper into the shadows of the dimly lit hotel bar. Her day had been filled with stressful meetings, but in the end success, she smiled knowing her enterprises would soon grow and continue their success. Before retiring to her suite, she figured a celebratory drink or two was in order. The refreshing mixture fizzed in her mouth and instantly she felt the warm tingle of relaxation start to wash away the stress of her busy afternoon. She smirked hearing his futile attempts to engage the ladies working the bar and buried her vision into the small screen of her phone. Lord help her should he turn and try his feeble pick-up lines on her. She just wanted an evening alone, a couple of delicious drinks, a light bar snack, a hot bath, and hmmm, maybe even a bedtime massage. The hotel manager had been pushing her to try their spa services and had even offered her a free massage as gratitude for her loyal patronage. Hmmm, yes, she thought what a perfect way to end my day.
Buried deep in her thoughts of pending relaxation, she had not noticed him approaching through the shadows. His voice was a drone, she gave him her best – get lost look and became annoyed when he plopped down next to her, his voice breaking her peaceful silence. Not wanting to be too rude, she rolled her eyes, propped her chin on her hand and pretended to listen to his babbling attempt to get into her panties. As her second drink arrived, the relaxing effects of her chosen elixir washed a sense of calm over her flesh. Her unwelcome companion continued to talk, his voice humming in her ears, not as annoying as at first, it had morphed into a somewhat soothing white noise. She wasn’t really listening as she just enjoyed the feeling of her flesh relaxing as the days’ stress was slowly exiting her body. His voice paused, she glanced up from her drink – their eyes met – a spark ignited deep inside her and her flesh tingled. Simultaneous chirps from their phones interrupted what may have been a moment.
She nervously smiled as she read the note on her screen – “your massaged is scheduled for 8pm, your masseuse will contact you shortly”. Glancing quickly at the time she quickly waved for her check and made excuses for her sudden departure. He had not looked at his phone, she could feel his eyes tracing over her curves and diving into the subtle valley of cleavage that her blouse exposed as she bustled about in preparation to depart. He smiled as she stood to leave, and for once kept his mouth shut. She was sure his vision was caressing her backside as she leisurely exited. As she slowly disappeared from his sight, he picked up his phone to read the text from his old friend – “I’ve arranged for you to give a message in the hotel tonight 8pm sharp, Penthouse Suite – don’t screw it up, she is one of our best guests.” There was a contact number at the end of the message to provide instructions to his client. Glancing at his watch, he deeply sighed, figuring there was just enough time for a quick drink before getting to work.
As he slurped in his last cocktail, his fat figures pecked out instructions to this evening’s client: “Good evening, I am Roberto your masseuse for this evening. Your massage tonight will consist of a full body, aromatic oil rub – please let me know if there are any special spots which have tightness, or body area you would like me to work on specifically. At 8pm, please lie face down on the bed and await my arrival. Wear as little as you are comfortable with. I will let myself in, announce my arrival, but then the service is best received in silence, I will let my hands communicate with your body. Relax and enjoy…R.”
She stretched her naked body, extending her legs just above the frothy foam of the water’s surface, one hand lightly caressed the swell of her breast, her body tingled delightfully with anticipation as she read Roberto’s note which had just illuminated her screen. Squeezing her thighs together, her body shuddered anticipating the pleasing pleasure of warm oil drizzling over her flesh and strong, masculine hands kneading the day’s stress from her muscles. She drifted off for a few minutes letting her fantasy wipe clean the slate of her entrepreneurial mind. Her phone chirped, quickly bringing her back to reality – a deep sigh – she jumped up and quickly rinsed off. Admiring her own naked curves in the mirror, she quickly dried herself and wrapped the soft terrycloth around her body. As instructed, she laid facedown on the large, king-sized bed anxiously awaiting his arrival. The spark inside her suddenly flashed hot, she pulled the towel from her body and flipped it to the floor – why not she thought as her skin prickled with excitement.
He glanced at the time as the elevator ascended to the top floor, He would be right on time, but he lingered and slowly walked down the hall to her suite. Always best, to let them wait a moment or two, let the anticipation build. His fingers twitched, the first feel of his fingers caressing the smoothness of a woman’s flesh always excited him and he felt the thrill as the fabric of his trousers tightened around his groin. Swiping his pass key he quietly entered her suite, locking the door behind him, he announced his arrival as he entered her room.
He smiled as his eyes darted and drifted over the graceful curves of her prone, naked body. He set down his bag, extracting the flask of oil – the simple tool of his trade. Softly, he whispered to her, his breath, the timbre of his voice made her insides shudder in anticipation, and she felt the warm dampness of desire flood through her body. “Your benefactor has paid for my full 12-point, full body massage. I will proceed in my normal fashion, if at any time you feel uncomfortable, please speak out and I will stop and move to another area. I am here for your relaxation and pleasure – I am here to extract your stress, to relax you, and to please you.” Inside she trembled to his words – perfect she thought – but 12-point she wondered – her flesh flashed hot as she pondered his 12-points – hmmm…his 10 digits, oh perhaps - his tongue - 11, and oh my - his cock – 12?
As the sound of palms quickly rubbing together broke the silence, her mind raced – what was familiar in his voice – like she had heard it before – no it cannot be, can it? Was it him from the bar? She gasped as her head buried into the pillow – his phone had chimed at the same time as she received her massage schedule text – was it him who was about to stroke his hands onto her nakedness? The anticipation had been too great to stop him now, she would let him proceed, but with caution. Her mind swirled off into the realm of sublime relaxation as his slippery fingers stroked down her calves – his digits carefully caressing her feet. His pressuring fingertips traced up her legs, over the back of her knees and onto the silky-smooth flesh of her thighs. Her heart pounded in her chest as her body seemed to melt into the mattress.
She groaned as his hands kneaded firmly onto her buttocks, stretching and pulling her globes – she shuddered, sparking hotter, wetter as she felt the heat of his body close – the heft of his ballsack drug slowly up the back of her leg as the pressuring points of his fingertips wandered up her spine and compressed into her shoulders. She felt his weight – the soft fluff of his chest pressed against her backside as his full body massaged over her. When his hands stroked down her sides – fingers urging to compress onto her breasts she raised her chest moaning softly as his slickened digits twisted and tweaked with tantalizing delight onto the stiffened pink points. With surgical precision he flipped her to her back – her eyes sparkled as he gazed into them – he lowered his face to hers and briefly tasted her lips. His kiss, the flutter of his tongue slipped and slithered down her neck, flickering and fluttering as it danced into her valley of delight. Ascending to her pleasure summits, swirling, and twirling from tip to tip until the wet hot suction of his lips pulled her perky point into his mouth. She squirmed from touch, his digits danced over her body as his damp hot breath wandered lower. The girth of his chest pushed her thighs apart as he slithered and slipped down her now quivering in anticipation body.
Her body ignited with delight as his tongue darted out to taste the sweet nectar of her quickly blossoming flower. Her inferno now raging hot – her chest heaved as his fingers squeezed over her breasts, dialing in her pleasure as they pressured and pulled at her stiffened nipples. She dug her nails into his scalp as his mouth slurped and licked at the juicy honey of her ripened fruit. The waltz of his tongue upon her precious pleasure point caused a tremor to rock through her body – the slow buildup accelerated, her body trembled and shuddered as the crashing waves of delight flooded through and over her entire being. Gasping for air, he continued to devour her – as she twisted and squirmed, she felt hardened presence of his throbbing tool. Momentarily looking up from between her thighs – their eyes met as each panted for air – her body now properly excited, she was ready receive the 12th point of her massage…