I arrived at my accountant’s office in plush new office park and took in the grandeur of the onyx tinted, glass-walled buildings and the impressive gardens and fountains. When I entered the lobby of the wing his office was in, my cell phone went off. Annoyed, I looked down to find that it was my accountant. I answered the phone as I stepped into the anteroom of his offices and smiled as I teased the receptionist by talking to her on the phone for several moments before she finally realized I was actually standing in front of her. she had called to cancel out meeting—ten minutes before it was to start.
She smiled up at me demurely and apologized for the SNAFU. I smiled down at her wishing that she would find a creative way to make it up to me. She was a small-packaged goddess. Probably in her mid twenties; long blond hair; shapely legs revealed by a well-cut, but professional skirt; her breasts were small, but very well-shaped as was the rest of her body; and she had a sporty flair to her that seemed to promise fun. She seemed to read my mind, or at least follow my eyes. “Mr. Kirshner apologizes for the last minute cancellation, but as you may have heard he has been recruited to solve the city budget problems and one of the commission meetings has run over. He has instructed me to reschedule the appointment and to offer a small token of his condolence. . .”
My imagination got the best of me and my minds eye watched as she slipped seductively from her desk chair, turned the door lock, and shrugged out of her dapper business dress revealing a well-curved body barely contained in ruby red lingerie. . .
“. . .If you have a block open this afternoon or this evening he would like to buy you drinks and a meal and he wanted me to pass this on to you.”
Her hand brushed my wrist as she handed me a small gift envelope. The touch was electrifying.
“I highly recommend them. They are located right here in our building. It is the most relaxing time you will ever experience. Would you like for me to book you an appointment? Since you are now free, I can probably convince them to fit you in. It just so happens that my sister is on staff there, and might I say, you uhhm,” she glanced at the erection in my chinos, “look like you need to relax.”
The information was passing me in a blur. I opened the envelope and saw a gift certificate for $75.00 to an exclusive day spa. I had heard their commercials on the radio, but assumed it was for women. I did not look forward to a facial and pedicure. I decided I had nothing to lose and the whole afternoon open, since I had predicted it would take a number of hours for my accountant to make sense out of my taxes.
“That sounds like an excellent idea. Just have Mr. Kirshner send me a voice-mail when he is returns. Tell him I will be downstairs at the spa.”
The receptionist seemed to flash me a devilish smile as she quickly made arrangements and sent me on my way.
I entered the spa unsure what to expect since it was my first visit. They were complete professionals and ushered me into relaxation smoothly and efficiently. I had barely handed my voucher to the receptionist, and suddenly I was relaxing in a steam-bath, dressed in the plushest robe that had ever touched my skin, enjoying the tingling coolness of fresh kiwi slices on my eye-lids, and sipping chilled champagne from an elegant flute. No wonder women loved this place. After relaxing completely, I was escorted to another room by a very lovely young lady. She seemed to be a slightly older and more elegant version of my accountant’s office manager. I wondered if this was her sister. She had a slight Nordic accent, so I wasn’t sure. I had failed to catch her name. She helped me slide up and onto the massage table, lit several candles, and turned on a sound system that emitted the smooth flowing conjugation of light jazz and a babbling brook. She dim the lights as she slipped out of the room. Within moments I was drifting off to sleep. I awoke with a start as I felt a warm hand, smooth with oil work slowly and languidly from my ankle to my buttocks. It was then that I realized I was completely naked, except for a small sheet that was draped over the middle of my body. When she worked both my legs and lower back, her hands slipped smoothly and naturally beneath the sheet arousing me only slightly because of the state of rest my body had assumed under her skilled touch. I could barely open my eyes, but when I did I saw that my Nordic goddess was the one with the skilled hands. I sighed with pure bliss as a stunning woman gave me a fantastic massage. She had to wake me when it was time for me to roll over.
Within moments, my anatomy got the best of me and my erection made a great, big tent out of the sheet she had used to keep my privates covered. She smiled at me and whispered that it was a perfectly natural reaction and that I could pleasure myself as she finished the massage. I decided to take her up on it, and she moved her hands in slow circles around my pelvis while I did the dirty work. She let me lift up the sheet and service myself. She seemed to act indifferent to the sight of my erection. I pumped it and she swirled her hands a bit faster and a bit closer, but I had difficulty cumming.
