My Couples Massage Spa Experience

The following story is a true experience that happened almost 2 years ago dating my current boyfriend. I changed his name to somewhat protect us.

__________

It was coming up on our traditional Christmas break getaway, and Matt planned for us a three night stay at Nemacolin in Pennsylvania. I looked at Nemacolin and learned it was the highest rated resort in Pennsylvania. I was used to beach resorts some, but had never been to a mountain resort.

I also noticed it had a highly rated and feature filled spa. When I asked him about the spa he told me he had already booked us a couples massage and it included all the other amenities of the spa. I had been to a few other resort spas and gotten massages but never a couples massage. He set it up as the customary male masseuse for me and a female for him.

The day came to pack and drive to our romantic getaway, which was a few days after Christmas. It was about a three hour drive from Baltimore, and we listened and sang to a romantic playlist I put together for us in the car. When we arrived, we were greeted by employees to take our bags to our room, and we walked to the bar area to get a snack and drinks to celebrate our arrival after we checked in. The hilly scenery out the windows looked picturesque even though it was winter and no leaves on the trees.

After enjoying our drinks we walked to find our room. There was a butler station near our room and the very friendly butler noticed us approaching our room and came to show us in and give us a tour of our room suite. I had never been to a hotel or resort with butler service, and it was very much a treat to be pampered like that. Anything we wanted he said he would arrange. Room service, items off the 'bath menu', plan activities at the resort, etc..

The room was large with a large fluffy bed and big round bathtub in the bathroom suite. That's where the butler showed me the bath menu that had a long listing of bath salts, bath bombs, and even supplies to make a milk bath. I was blown away with the level of service at that resort.

The butler left and we explored the room a little more and looked out the window at the hills, then we started unpacking a few things and I set up my area in the bathroom with my toiletries. Finally we retreated to the fluffy comforter on the bed. The drive was long and felt good to relax. He leaned into kissing me and it became apparent quickly what was on his mind.

I somewhat planned that it would be a romantic weekend, so I packed a new lingerie teddy and panty set that I bought before the trip. I also included a few of his favorite lingerie outfits that I knew would turn him on if the mood arose.

After a few romantic kisses with him hovering over my body, I excused myself to the bathroom and changed into the new outfit. I came out and noticed his gaze and excitement. He had already gotten undressed and was halfway under the covers. The games were on and we proceeded to have a very tender long foreplay and lovemaking session, ending with him exploding inside me as I rode his cock cowgirl.

The next morning we slept in a little, then ordered room service for breakfast. We needed to be at the spa by 10:30, so we got showered and dressed and drove to the spa for our appointment.

We walked into a large greeting area and checked in. A man and woman initially gave us a tour together for some of the main areas and pools, then we split up and I followed the woman to the women's locker rooms and saunas, and Matt followed the gentleman to tour the guy's areas.

I was impressed how much was provided in the locker rooms. Nice soaps, higher end perfumes, and any toiletry you could think of to use in the showers or restrooms. After the tour of the women's areas, the woman showed me my locker and said she would leave me to get undressed for the massage and to put on a warm soft robe and meet her at one of the entrances.

The woman led me a room, and I found that Matt was there already and was comforting seeing him again. Soft relaxing meditation music set the tone. Soon after, the two masseuses joined us in our room and introduced themselves. They asked us things like what type of massage we wanted, if we had any injuries they should know about, and other standard questions I had heard at other spas. We both choose the Swedish massage.

When I had been to other spas, it was typically always a female masseuse, so this was my first experience with a male masseuse. He was tall and relatively handsome with a short trimmed beard, maybe close to our age. I wondered if Matt found the female masseuse attractive. She might have been slightly older than us and a blonde. They explained they would leave the room for about 5 minutes while we got comfortable on the tables face down and we could place the towels on ourselves to cover anything private.

With them out of the room we exchanged some brief conversation about how fancy and elegant the spa was, and we removed our robes. Mark noticed I was naked, but he still had on his black boxer briefs. He wasn't comfortable being completely naked as this was only his second professional massage.

I thought it was more or less normal to be naked for massages knowing towels would cover most things. But I did feel a small bit of apprehension and excitement knowing this man I just met would have his hands on most of my body for the next hour.

Our tables were side by side facing the same direction, and about 4 to 5 feet apart. We both got onto our tables, and I pulled a folded towel that was at the side of the table over to cover my butt, and a second over my back to somewhat cover my side boob area. We looked at each other with a smile and reached out to hold hands just as the masseuses walked back in.

I returned my arm to my side and placed my head in the padded hole. The masseuse started with my left hand fingers, treating each finger individually with warm oil. I was immediately in a state of bliss. He continued to work up to my palm, then my arm, then switched sides and repeated with my right side.

After my arms he worked on my neck and shoulders and that's where I felt the most tension. Was so relaxing. His hands felt like magic and I marveled at how dexterous he was with his fingers.

After some time on my shoulders he worked down my spine and back, slightly shifting the towel on my back lower that gave him access to massage my upper back.

He then respectfully moved the towel back up and massaged my lower back and spine, sliding his hands slightly under the towel covering my butt. I wasn't quite sure how far over my butt he was planning to go, but he limited it to the top area of the soft of my butt cheeks.

I sensed him moving down to my feet, and as I expected he began treating my toes with individual attention. I am usually ticklish in my feet but somehow his method didn't create any ticklish feeling. After my ten toes, he kneaded the soles of both of my feet.

His hands worked up to my ankles, then my calves. I could feel the deep pressure of his fingers into my calves, but it felt good.

As his hands got to my knees I shifted my legs slightly apart to allow him more access for his hands inside my legs. As I did that I started thinking consciously if I was exposing my kitty more to him, awakening his instinct to try to look.

I think I placed the towel enough to cover my bottom, but with him at the foot of my table he may have had a view between my legs.

He added more oil to his hands and began massaging my thighs above my knees. His attention to my body had already awakened my sexual side, but feeling his hands gliding up the insides of my thighs began to wake up the tingles in my pussy. The inside of my thighs is my most sensitive erogenous zone outside of the obvious zones.

With each rub up and down my thighs his fingers got higher and closer to her. I wondered how high he would go.

The answer to that question developed when his finger tips found the crease of my legs right next to my lips on several of his trips up and down my legs. I could feel the wetness build inside my lips, hoping that my arousal wasn't evident to him.

I had dared myself to be ok if he elected to graze my lips lightly. To be honest I was ready for him to touch me even if he remained a professional gentleman. Being even more honest I WANTED him to touch me. My clit was dying for attention from this stranger; the 'good girl/bad girl' struggle battling in my mind.

His touch as he was near her was deliberate. It was lighter and more careful. His closeness was very arousing and I was thoroughly enjoying the massage experience I was getting. Having Matt next to me while secretly aroused to this degree added to the naughtiness of the moment.

My masseuse's hands started to retreat down my leg as he continued to massage my calves. Maybe he walked the line as far as he could with his coworker next to us, not wanting to raise concern of a customer being violated. For as long as it lasted, I very much enjoyed the experience.

Matt and I flipped over while the masseuses left the room briefly and I recovered my breasts and my hip region. He gave me a lovely facial massage that lasted at least 15 minutes, then covered my face in a warm towel mask. He massaged my shoulders, upper arms, and upper chest, professionally respecting the boundary of the softer parts of my boobs.

He finished with the tops of my feet and legs, unfortunately not getting as close as he did when I was face down on the table. His touch did awaken her again as he worked my lower thighs, but alas.

The masseuses finished their work, removed the facial towels, and we said our thank you's and goodbyes. It was hard to look at him directly in his eyes, and I felt a bit flushed from secret he and I shared.

They left the room and Matt and I sat up from our tables and stood up to put our robes back on. The thought briefly entered my mind to walk up to Matt naked and ask him to fuck me as I was still aroused, but I also knew we were expected to leave soon and staff would be in soon to prep the room for other clients.

As I was taking my shower in the locker room I couldn't help but touch myself and rub my clit imagining my masseuse crossing the line. The memory of his fingers next to her was still very fresh in my thoughts. I finished my shower and put my robe back on.

I met Matt upstairs in a large room with a huge fireplace and other guests relaxing in leather chairs. We got to view a limited menu that included salads, sandwiches and wraps, and eventually the staff brought us our lunch and other small treats like chocolates.

Our stay at the spa was completed with first a swim in the indoor pool, then we went outside in the cool air to find the hot tub. We were alone at the indoor pool, and although we kept our suits on, we were very close at times holding each other and kissing. I felt his hardness growing and couldn't wait to get back to the room for love making. We had to share the hot tub outside with another couple, so we were forced to behave for that time.

We returned to our respective locker rooms, I showered again to remove the chlorine off of me and changed, and we drove back to our hotel. I could sense Matt was in the mood to play also, and I anticipated we would quickly be naked enjoying each other.

I don't remember all of it to be honest. I do remember laying back on the bed and him getting on top of me kissing, feeling his cock between my legs, jumping against my pussy. We were very passionate, with much more than normal intensity. More than making love, we fucked.

In hindsight, my masseuse may have been trying to give me a memorable weekend, charging me up for Matt knowing we were a couple on a romantic weekend. Well, it worked! I never did tell him about how far my masseuse went, but after writing about it he probably will know now ;)