It was Monday before I knew it. I had another unproductive day at work thinking of nothing more than fucking my little tanning hostess. I did manage to run out at lunchtime and purchase some lube and have it gift wrapped. Just in case my teenaged fantasy was ready to journey to the Greek islands tonight.
I got things ready for my session with Stephanie when I arrived at home. I transferred the lube from my briefcase to my little bag of tanning supplies. After dinner I sat and pretended to do some work. At 9:00 my wife reminded it was tanning night and not to be late again.
"Yes dear. Just a couple of things to finish up and then I will be on my way."
I tapped on the keyboard as if I was doing something then exited the program I was using without doing a save.
"On my way hon. Will you be in bed when I return?"
"Probably. I have an early meeting tomorrow morning so I want to get to bed shortly."
I kissed my wife and wished her "pleasant dreams."
I arrived at the salon. The OPEN sign was still illuminated and all the lights were on. I got out of the car and noticed a few other cars parked nearby.
When I opened the door I could hear Stephanie talking in the back explaining one of the machines to someone. I sat down in the waiting area. I could also hear some fans running. I wasn't familiar with the sounds of the salon to know how many and which machines were operating. I picked up a magazine and started flipping pages.
I heard a door in the back open. An attractive young woman in her mid-twenties came out of the back. I glanced up as she walked by and nodded a silent hello. She returned the pleasantry and offered a smile. She had a slightly noticeable tan, was wearing a short winter jacket over a soft looking turtleneck sweater. Her bomber jacket allowed her tight jeans to show off her fine legs and ass. Before I could take in all the details of her form she had exited the building.
Stephanie appeared from the back leading a new customer at the end of tour. Stephanie was wearing a light pink polo shirt that clung to her curves and the shortest white shorts. From the front her shorts highlighted the gap at the top her delicious thighs where her sweet pussy was nestled. From the back the white cotton was just long enough to cover her rounded buttocks but not long enough to fall back to her thighs, so the material sat out away from her body. I imagined sliding my hands up under the white cotton and cupping her perfect round ass in my hands while our lips met and our tongues danced. My cock began filling space in my pants.
"Hello Mr. Hampstead. I will be with you in a moment," Stephanie announced in her most pleasant full-on customer service voice.
"Hello Stephanie. I don't mind the wait." My cock continued to grow responding to the vivid images my mind was churning out.
Stephanie returned her focus to the new customer, a woman I would guess to be around 30. Beautiful dark hair and eyes to match. She had gorgeous features and body that I would guess was sculpted by either yoga or Pilates. I heard another machine start-up in the back. I was a little surprised and little disappointed that we weren't alone. I guessed Stephanie and I wouldn't be making noisy love tonight.
"Mr. Hampstead, would you mind talking with Ms. Grey about our services? I'm sure she will find it more believable coming from a customer than from an employee."
"Sure Stephanie."
I stood up and walked to the counter.
"What would you like to know Ms. Grey?" I asked.
"I guess I just want to know if you're happy with service here. If you find it clean? If you think you get good value for your money?"
"I can give you an emphatic yes to all those questions. I've only been coming here for a couple of weeks and the service is way beyond my expectations."
"How so? Ms. Grey asked.
Stephanie was silent I'm sure wondering what I was about to say.
"I don't know. I kind of expected a nonchalant attitude from the employees. You know, like I would walk in and they would kind of wave a hand and say 'Take whatever room is vacant, and call me if you have any questions.' Every visit I get escorted to my room. I get asked if I'm familiar with the machine. I get a brief overview even if I say yes. They always ask if I was satisfied with my session. They just seem to care and to pay attention to your needs. If fact they seem to anticipate your needs at times. I have yet to leave unsatisfied."
Stephanie grinned and dropped her head. A bit of a blush colored her cheeks.
"Are there services you expected to receive but haven't?"
My mind was saying 'Anal sex. I haven't had anal sex yet with Stephanie, but I'm kind of hoping that will change tonight as soon as you and everyone else get their asses out of here.' But instead I said...
"Let me see. I have to think about that one. The service has been so good that I haven't thought about what I haven't received. "
"Well that's good I suppose."
"Yeah, I mean they have done things like helped with applying moisturizer so I knew what I was doing. If you're nice to Stephanie she may even apply it on your back for you if she's not too busy."
I caught Ms. Grey glance at Stephanie and subtly eye her up and down.
"Wow, that's a nice add on that I haven't received at other salons," Ms Grey added.
"Well, we're not really supposed to do that, but you know, how are people supposed to do it themselves?" Stephanie asked rhetorically. "I have done it for one or two customers. I'm not sure you should have shared that Mr. Hampstead."
"I'm sorry Stephanie. I didn't know."
"I think all salons should offer that service. It just makes sense don't you think. If you do it for me Stephanie, I will keep it our little secret," Ms. Grey added.
