At the end of a hard week of work and with having the kids and my husband at me all week, I needed a break. Sitting in bed that Friday night browsing old photos I found a photo of me in a hot pool all by myself. Looking at the photo I could remember what it felt like, no kids, no husband, just warm water and my own thoughts. So in that instant, I booked myself into that same luxury spa the very next day. I didn't ask, I just told my husband that I was going. I think he read it in my eyes that I needed some "me" time.
I was just looking forward to some quiet time in the hot springs and I had booked a long massage later in the day. The spa I booked into is luxurious and a bit exclusive, as they limit the number of bookings so you don't feel crowded in the springs and the masseuses take their time.
I arrived slightly flustered, after again getting kids ready in the morning, trimming my leg hair and trying to find my good bathers. I was really looking forward to a relaxing swim in the hot springs first. I had arrived at the spa in my bathers and was wearing my comfy warm clothing over them.
Checking-in as fast as I could, I throw my bag into my locker, grabbed a towel, and walk the paths to the hot springs. It was a cold day, with a cool breeze blowing down the paths. As I walked the path the cold air blew through my towel, giving me goosebumps all over and making my nipples harden with the sensation. I do like to show off my hard nipples, I buy my bathers based on if they can push through the martial, and today they were showing well.
I arrive at the outdoor hot pools, happily finding very few people, with the colder weather keeping people away. I try to find my own empty pool and got lucky at the end of the path, though there were only a few couples in each of the other pools.
Alone, I dipped my body down into the hot water, letting it slowly engulf me. I felt the warm water soak through my bathers, warming my pussy and easing my nipples from the cold air. I swim over to the seat, feeling the warm water flow around me and I turn and take a seat. Laying back and resting my head on the edge, I closed my eyes and finally just relaxed.
As I laid there, I slowly I found my hands resting between my legs, the warm water around me clearing my mind of daily distractions and helping me focus on just me. The weight from my hands just resting on top of my pubic bone, on top of my thin bikini bottoms, stated to bring a focus of delight to my mind. It has been a busy month with no time for sex or self-release. But as I relax now in the water my erotic self comes back to me.
I moved and press the palm of my hand over my pussy, covering it firmly with my fingers and pressing them along my slit through my bikini. With my eyes still closed I dream about warm days teasing my husband in bed, erotic encounters with others and just enjoying myself in fantasy dreams. I found myself starting to press more firmly in small circles over my bikini bottoms as I dreamt. I started to feel a glowing warmth from within that was more than the warm water of the pool surrounding me.
But, just as I dared doing more under the water, the sound of splashing in my pool work me from my daydreams. I opened my eyes to find an older couple stepping into my pool, like two awkward kids they try to get into the hot water. I quickly pull my hand from between my legs and give my face a splash of water to pull me out of my aroused haze. I give them a wry smile and check my watch. I had been in the pool for longer than I thought. My erotic haze had dulled my sense of time and I had not long until my massage. I needed to force myself out of the pool, it was just so relaxing but I needed time to cool off, shower and get a drink.
As I stepped up and out of the pool, the cold air hit my nipples instantly through my wet bikini top. My nipples have always been sensitive, but the cool air on the wet martial now felt like a painful pinch. I had to grab them to keep them warm, and with a hand firmly over each breast, I walked over to where my towel was hanging. Holding my breasts I could feel my nipples pressing through my top, pushing into the palms of my hands. It was uncomfortable but also a teasing sensation. I have always enjoyed playing with my own breasts and nipples when my husband fucks me, I like to squeeze them and roll my nipples between my fingers. It adds an extra sensation to my body and goes well with the feelings of a hard cock inside of me. And that was the thought now in my mind, as I wrapped the towel around me and headed for the showers.
I grab my bag from my locker and find the private showers. Being a luxury spa, each of the showers are their own little room with their own soaps and body scrubs, lux. I leave my bikini on as I step under the cooling but not cold water, my skin cold from the air needed to warm up but my internal temperature was still hot from soaking in the hot spring.
As my body tried to adjust to a more normal temperature, I found my hands wondering over my own body. My daydream fantasies in the pool and the hot and cold sensation over my sensitive areas had aroused me. And I now found myself with a little bit of time and the rarity of a shower alone.
I started by soaping myself over my bikini, making it a bubble and slippery outfit. I enjoyed rubbing my hands all over my body, pressing and sliding my fingers over my own body and pressing my own sensitive areas. I could feel my nipples harden under my top, they could feel my hands rub over them with the soap, rubbing circles around them. And then I slipped a hand down between my legs, it was still hot down there, I just lightly rubbed over the top at first. But as my excitement grew I slowly pulled the material to one side and found my fingers slipping between my pussy lips. I don't know if it was the soap working its way through my bikini bottoms or my own arousal but my pussy felt extra wet and slippery. My fingers slid easily between my lips and quickly found my hole to poke at. My other hand had now pushed my bikini top up exposing my own breasts, flicking my nipples out into the running water of the shower. The drops from the strong spray of the shower flicking at my nipples giving them a vibrating sensation.
I closed my eyes as I pushed my fingers deeper into my wet pussy, holding one breast and nipple under the spray of the showerhead and my other breast being cupped and pinched by my spare hand.
A soft moan started to come out as I enjoyed the warm and sensual sensations covering my body. It had been too long since I had enjoyed my own body and the enjoyment came rushing back quickly. For a moment I forgot I was still in a public place, letting out little gasps as I brought myself closer to cumming. And then, like a rushing wave at the beach, it hit me. My legs shaking and my hips thrusting into my hand buried deep into my own pussy. My other hand pinching tight at my nipple, as I came hard, opening my eyes just in time to remind myself of where I was. Keeping my mouth closed and almost losing my footing in the shower as multiple waves of orgasm ran over my body.
As they slowly subsided I just held my fingers firmly where they were, deep inside my pussy. And because I did, I felt my pussy contract around them as I cummed, my pussy pulsing with each orgasm.
My body calmed down and my mind returned to where I was and what I should be doing. I looked at my watch and again realised I did not have much time left before my massage.
I quickly pulled my bathers off and again washed my body all over with soap. But as I dry off and start looking for my comfy clothing to put back on, I panic. Searching frantically through my bag I can't find my knickers and bra. I realise that I had arrived at the spa in my bathers, really looking forward to a relaxing swim in the hot springs, and wearing my comfy clothing over them, I just forgot to pack underwear.
I was not going to get my clothing wet by wearing my bathers under them, so I had no choice but to go without. Anyway, I normally take my bra off when getting a massage and I normally get a female masseuse so I felt comfortable enough with no knickers at this point.
Well, that changed as I arrive at my assigned masseuse room. Waiting for me, standing just inside the door, was a strong-looking young man, smiling happily at me ready to start. I had not seen this masseuse before and as he showed me into the room, I ask if he has been working here long. He replied shily that he has not but assured me that he had plenty of experience.
I was temporarily confused by the change of staff, especially to a male masseuse, but I walked into the room following his directions. Where he did the normal things, like pointing out the towels to lay over my body once I had removed my clothes and to lay facing down to start. He mentions that he will be back in a few minutes and then promptly left the room, closing the door behind him.
The room was warm, dimly lit but with open windows looking out over trees. I don't think anyone could see in as the spa is high on a hill. The massage table was parallel with the window, allowing you to lay facing the view, the door opposite with scented candles burning along the wall.
I quickly strip my comfy clothes off again and find myself nude and feeling exposed in the room. A rush of nerves and a tingle of excitement ran over me as I looked at the table. How much of me was this guy going to see of me?
I fold and place my clothing on a seat and lay down with the towel over my back and bottom, facing down. I wanted to do it quickly, just in case he returned too soon and caught me totally nude. But in my haste, now laying down, I questioned the position I left my towel. Was it covering my bottom enough, not letting my pussy peek from underneath, I had a flash of panic just as the door opened.
I froze as he walked into the room and pretended to be relaxed looking out of the window. But inside I was trying to feel if the towel was low enough, trying to squeeze my legs together in a vain hope of not exposing myself. I did not want to be kicked out for being inappropriate, they would never let me back in.
He stood above my head, first folding my towel back down along my back, uncovering my shoulders. Then he walked over to the oil table and back to me. The first thing I felt was the warm oil dripping along my shoulders. The slow drops of warmth and the pattern that he did them in were so relaxing. I soon felt my shoulders relax in the warmth of the oil running over them, making me forget about the towel for the moment.
Then there was the first touch. His hands were firm, warm, strong like a good masseuse. I felt a rush of blood run instantly through my body, leaving tingles in my pleasure zones. I don't know what came over me, all of a sudden I was aroused again. Maybe by the simple touch of a strange man. I thought to myself, can it be so simple, is this not a cliche. My mind was started to race, the fear of inappropriately exposing myself, stress from family life and now my arousal.
