For over the last two week I've been sick thanks in no small part to someone who hasn't been taking things seriously. I felt as horrible physically as I have ever been in a long while, add more time after those two weeks to make sure I wasn't still contagious and I was left feeling a real need to get a deep clean greater than a casual shower could provide. I needed a deep soak in a large warm body of water. I needed a private bath that I couldn't get at my place, so I did a search to find one.
Believe it or not I found a place within the city that was perfect for what I was looking for. Private room where I could relax in a spa for as long as I wanted, with more amenities than I was looking for. I saw how this place was first come, first served, and not by appointment, so I set to show up for the closest time that I felt wouldn't get a lot of traffic. I arrived to a not so appealing building store front in the east side of the city, but that changed when I walked in. It's like I stepped through the looking glass into another place entirely, that looks and smells a lot nicer that it did out front. It was very zen, with soft music, the sound of moving water from small waterfalls, and the smell of tropical plants. The area look relative new as I took notice of the woman sitting behind a desk who'd noticed me as soon as I entered and stood around appreciating the pleasing aesthetic.
I made my appointment for an hour in one of their spas and found I had timed my arrival rather well as they were in their lull period for a few hours, so volume was low. I decided a hour in one of their baths would be enough get to the deep relaxing clean I felt like I needed as the lady called for one of her attendants to lead me back. For the second time I was not expecting what I saw, coming down the hallway to greet me was a pretty young woman in her late 20s, possibly 30 at the oldest. She wore comfortable white slacks and "track" top that hugged her slim body showing very modest, but appealing, curves. Her true appeal came from her warm and inviting face, with a smile and a look that could make you blush when it was flashed at you, with straight brunette hair that came down lower than her than her collar bone.
She saw me as she walked down the hall toward the lobby, seeing me in my nice jeans, tight long sleeve, leather riding jacket and long black hair and, I kid you not, she blushed. It was super adorable on her sweet face and, from that point on, I wanted nothing more than to find ways to keep making her do that. Her break in her professional character lasted only a few seconds and returned when she rounded the corner to talk with the lady who called her up. She introduced me to the attendant as a Mr., which didn't seem to fit me and made me feel older than I was, and asked to take me back to one of the bath rooms. To which she turned back to me with a pleasing smile that I hoped was more than the professional act and said "Of course".
I followed behind her and tried not to check her out from my vantage point as I tried to keep some semblance of decorum and gentlemanly manner, but I couldn't help notice the appeal of her round bum under the smooth white material she wore. We went down what seemed like a maze of hallways fitted with numbered doors and I began to wonder why such a long walk? We turned down to a dead end hallway to the door at the end and she opened the door for me to enter, with another pleasing smile she said "after you, sir." I smiled back and asked her to call me by my name as I entered, catching the beginning of another blush in her checks. I had to step into her personal space to get inside and was rewarded with a whiff of a light perfume and the smell of fragrant lotions, a smell that urged my instincts to get in close to indulge my sense of smell more, but alas, I could not.
I looked inside the room and it honestly look like a high priced hotel room that had been cut in half, except the sense of tranquility had taken over in place of the homey, restful, feel you get in hotels. The closet like bathroom was directly to my right with all the towels, robes, sinks, showers, and whatnot. Going down the little hallway, the open area had the bath in the middle of the room and in the corner was their entertainment system for satellite music and a flat screen on the wall. Throughout the room was the aesthetic ambiance that was much like it was out from, with plants and pretty pictures.
"You're lucky," the Attendant said behind me, and I hoped was checking out my bum in my firm jeans. A guy can hope. "this is one of our better rooms."
I turned to smile and thank her, that earned me a second more of a lingering look and smile than I thought was standard. She then took me through the room and all that was available within in it, which was pretty self explanatory but I wasn't going to complain. I enjoyed the company of the lovely lady and wasn't going to be the idiot to shew her away. After the brief tour, she turned to ask if there was anything else I needed, which had me turning back to the open area in honest contemplation of the question as I began to take off my leather jacket.
"Noo.., it all looks great," I began, but the smartass in me couldn't help but come out. "Not unless there's a pretty girl around to join me."
I instantly regretted saying it because even if it was a comment was in jest, people who don't know you, don't get the humor, and in these kinds of settings a bad guy could leave a nasty feeling of ill intent on someone. I turned to apologize to the Attendant, who had been nothing but courteous to me, for my big mouth, only to catch another cute blush and her eyes looking off to the side. Her fingers fidgeted with the side of her track shirt and she stepped back, her eyes coming back to mine to linger there as she stumbled with speech and running into things as she left.
"I... uh... I saw you... had not enough towels. I mean you didn't have enough... I mean I'll go get you some more," the Attendant finally got out as she closed the door behind her. I smiled. I can't remember when I last made a pretty girl stumble like that. It was usually me that did that, and the ladies I'd known had thought it was adorable. They were right.
I got undressed and hung my wears on the hooks on the wall. This place was not only appealing but sanitary, water being filtered in minutes, area wiped and kept clean, which is what allowed their patrons to go in nude and not feel uncomfortable by it. I sat in the bubbling bath, turned on the music to a white noise of rain falling, and relaxed. I don't know how long exactly, but it couldn't have been more than ten minutes, when I heard a "knock, knock" at the door. I called out to here someone say they had towels for me and if it was okay to come in to put them away. In my relaxing I'd forgotten about the Attendants promise and didn't really care what they did at the moment, so I said go ahead, returning to my blissful moment in the warm water. The door closed with a "click", and minutes later I heard the sound of flesh slapping on linoleum floor. I opened one eye to see the same Attendant standing in front of me as she modeled the fuzzy robe that had been waiting for me inside the bath room. She had it closed with the draw string twisted, but not tied, around her waist and a "V" shaped window gave view to the front of her chest's smooth skin .
The Attendant looked down at me with a noticeable shyness to her as she blushed at me. "I think I found someone to join you." The string was pulled loose and the robe softly came off the Attendants shoulders to fall gently at the floor at her feet. She continued to blush with a nervous smile as she bit her lip showing her naked body to me. Both my eyes were open as I looked at the stunning Attendant in front of me, her trim legs leading up to a soft midsection, to perky "B" sized breast, and a neck line begging to be kissed. After giving enough time to look her over, she cautiously entered the water with me, emphasizing on each step. She was nervous...but she made it a point to appear appealing.
Once she was in the water she lowered her body in and came close to me. "I hope you don't mind me joining you?" she asked.
"As long as your okay with this," I countered. "What I said was a stupid attempt at humor, not to insinuate at anything, really."
"I'm glad you did, I think you're really cute," said the Attendant. "If you hadn't, I would've only hoped to try this."
