Andrew
“Thank you, sir,” I say to the attendant as he leaves my room. Everything is nearly set up with ten minutes to spare. I made some calls and had the spa deliver a table to my room, complete with sheets, oil, a diffuser filled with a relaxing lavender scent, bottles of water, and a colorful fruit platter. I set my speaker on the counter and have spa music playing, specifically “Eyes Closed” by Comet 1993, and I pull the sheer curtain over the windows to dim the sunlight. I mean, this is crazy. It’s 8:37 in the morning, and I’ve already run three and a half miles and have recreated a spa in my living room. Sitting at the counter, I grab a bottle of water and take some deep breaths to calm myself. I should be exhausted, but I’m not. All of this is because a beautiful woman is coming to my stateroom so I can give her a massage. Fuck yeah! I need to calm my nerves and the throbbing in my pants. I want her to feel comfortable and relaxed, not like I’m just trying to cop a feel.
Knock…
I open the door and find her looking sexy as hell in a pair of faded jean shorts and a white T-shirt. She obviously showered. My senses are stimulated as I take in the floral aroma that surrounds me when she walks by.
“What. The. Fuck?” she exclaims.
“What? What’s wrong?” I quickly respond.
“The size of this cabin! What the freaking hell? I thought mine was big. This is huge. And you have a massage table in the living room? ”
She’s obviously processing a lot at this moment. I try to give her some space as she wastes no time exploring the cabin.
“And the size of your bedroom and bathroom, this is crazy!” I hear from the other room.
“Can I get you anything?” I ask as I head to the kitchen area.
I look over my shoulder, and she’s standing behind me in utter shock. “You okay?”
“I’m just blown away by this stateroom. I’m even more impressed that you have a massage table set up with all the accouterments. And I’m assuming you had the fruit delivered within the last thirty minutes?”
Laughing, I reply, “I told you I’m a professional. Did you think we were going to do this on my bed? Plus, in Massage for Dummies , Chapter 3, it mentions that water and fresh fruit are a must.”
“I wasn’t really sure what to expect. Just trusting my gut and letting go,” she admits honestly.
“Okay, if you’re ready, I’m going to step into my bedroom. Get undressed to your comfort level, and let me know when you’re ready. We’ll start facedown.”
What is she thinking right now? I’m wondering if she’s going to come to her senses and bolt. It was a long shot when I asked, and I never thought she would say yes. I think this setup could be a little over the top, and it probably reads like I’m trying too hard. Will she take off her bra and panties? Stay focused. You can’t give her a massage with a hard-on, idiot!
“Ready,” I hear from the other room.
She is facedown, the white sheet covering her body. I notice her clothes draped over the edge of the sofa. I smooth out the white sheet draped over her body and can tell that she’s not wearing a bra. If she’s wearing panties, it’s a thong because I don’t see a line. I bring the sheet up to her neck and start rubbing her back through the soft fabric just to get her relaxed and comfortable.
“Where did you learn how to do this?” she asks.
“I dated a massage therapist in college and picked up a few things. I eventually took a class. I’m no expert, and I mostly focus on Swedish or relaxing massages. Hope that’s okay?”
She gives me a thumbs-up as I continue to stroke her body over the sheet. As my hands massage, it becomes very evident that she takes care of herself. I feel her firm body as I slowly rub my hands on her back, arms, and legs. She is short and petite and could definitely be classified as a “spinner.” I have to stop myself from getting aroused again.
“Any problem areas I should know about, or any areas I should focus on?” I ask.
“Shoulders and back, and if you’re up to it, my feet,” she answers in a relaxed tone.
“Okay, let me know if you want more or less pressure at any time.”
Another thumbs-up. Either she’s getting relaxed or just falling asleep. I can’t tell which, and frankly, I don’t care. This woman gets more attractive every minute I’m with her.
Delaney
I’m trying to stay relaxed as I feel the sheet covering my body lowered, exposing my bare back. He tucks the sheet into the waistband of my white thong. I normally don’t keep my underwear on during a massage, but this is a whole new experience. Getting a massage from Mr. Godiva at 8:45 a.m. could call for a whole chapter in my journal. #yolo
He has gone to great lengths to relax my mind and body. The spa music and lavender scent are nice touches. But having the fruit delivered, come on! And what about the size of this stateroom, or should I say rooms? He’s got to be wealthy because I never saw this cabin on the website.
I can smell him as he circles me and anticipate the pleasure that his large, strong hands will deliver. But even though I’m lying nearly naked on a table, feeling physically exposed, in a guy’s room I just met twelve hours ago, I feel relaxed and safe. My friends will think I lost my mind and there’s no way I could ever tell my mother about this. Unfortunately, this experience is probably going to the grave with me.
He’s liberal with the amount of warm oil he uses as I feel the beads slowly drip down my sides and pool into my lower back. Then, our first touch. Skin to skin. I feel his fingers, followed by his large palms, sending tingles and bolts of energy to the corners of my body. I didn’t realize how much I was aching for his touch, and he doesn’t disappoint. Applying moderate pressure, he begins rubbing the oil into my bare skin. I surrender to the strength of his hands warming my muscles.
Oh. My. God. His hands work me over and over, sliding up my back, and then, using his knuckles in a circular motion, he grinds into my shoulders. Not too hard, not too soft. And then back down. His hands create a fist and knead the space between my neck and shoulders. Slowly, the tension in my neck dissolves as it becomes very clear that this man knows exactly what he’s doing.
I’ve had plenty of massages before, but the vibe of this massage is completely different than anything I’ve experienced. The sexually charged exchange between us in the gym has carried over onto the massage table. I can’t help but think, if he’s this good with his hands, what else is he good with?
His hands are smooth, and his fingers know when to apply the right amount of pressure. He rubs between my shoulder blades, and we both feel a knot. He then uses his thumbs to slowly release the tight ball, causing relief and the release of my muffled moan .
Tensing up, I have no idea how he’s processing the sound of pleasure escaping my lips.
“Feel better?” he asks, putting my mind at ease.
“Uh-huh,” I mumble.
He returns the sheet to my shoulders and gently removes the lower section to fold it off my leg, revealing my hamstring and calf. He carefully tucks the sheet in between my legs so the gap between my thighs is protected from view. Very professional. However, the sheet lies in my ass crack, exposing my bare cheek. It’s not uncommon and very on par for a massage. The glutes are muscles, you know? I’m just going to lean into this experience and let go!
I feel the oil drip on my leg, and that’s when a rush of excitement shoots from my toes to my center. Even though I am completely relaxed and comfortable, the reality is that my chatte is en fuego ! His touch is soothing and intentional. His hands rubbing my naked skin are sending bolts of electricity through my body. I feel his hands glide over my bare glutes and back down my leg. Over and over again, the pleasure is becoming very real. I’ve never been touched like this, and I love it. My body loves it.
He continues to work my hamstring and then down to my foot. I mean, seriously, what guy do you know gives foot massages? Thank God I got a pedicure before I left. He uses his strong thumb again in the arch of my foot, massaging in an upward movement toward my toes. It feels so good.
He finishes the same process on my other leg. “Ready to turn over?” I hear him ask.
In a daze, halfway between sleep and heaven, I raise my head and let my eyes adjust to the light.
“You okay?”
“Ya, this is incredible,” I reassure him. He lifts the sheet straight up, creating a curtain between us, allowing me to turn over without exposing my bare chest to him. This guy is a rare gem, constantly making sure I’m comfortable and relaxed. I can’t help but wonder if he’s enjoying it as much as I am.