The experience I'm about to speak of is something I still cannot determine was real or fictional in the end. All I know was real was the aftermath of waking up and all of my genitalia being soaked in my own semen. I had no idea how long I had been out in the showering area of the Rising Springs Spa, but judging from my hair being mildly dry, compliments to the steam of the hot water, and the scent of what may or may not had happened still being evident in the calming ambience of the humid environment, I estimated that I was out for no more than twenty minutes.
Less to say, I was both confused and embarrassed in my wake. I never masturbated in public places; not only was it disgusting and disturbing, but it just wasn't the appropriate place to jack your shit and ejaculate all over where probably hundreds more people would occupy after you got out. I had looked past my own confusion and just proceeded to clean up my mess that I had unintentionally made.
If I'm being honest, I hadn't even wanted to leave the shower. It wasn't even until after another good ten minutes of contemplating that I grabbed the towel from the outside rack, dressed up as if I were late for work, and scurried out of the building. I just remember getting into the car, throwing my bag of wet clothes into the back seat, and skidding out of there like a maniac on the run. I couldn't explain it; in a way I was absolutely disgusted, but in another, I felt like I'd experienced something that not many men are likely to experience. Like I'd been touched and taken into something more by something godly or divine.
I was and still am a goddamn mess. That's only the short version of the story though, now let me fill in the utmost important details.
I arrived at the spa at 3 P.M and despite the blistering heat and lack of hydration, nothing seemed wrong or out of the norm. I went there with the sole intent of escaping the world for a few hours and nothing more. The resort had a warm feeling to it and with a slip of my payment of fifty dollars to the front cashier; a young brunette of what I'd guess her early twenties, I was instructed to "dress up" and shower before proceeding into the spa further.
I followed, strolling into the men's showering area and soaking my body with a mild splash of hot water. This is where things had started getting ominous. As I took the shower, I swore I could've heard something else from beyond the steam and water's impact with the concrete floor. It had started very low and had increased with every second; a mild humming that resembled the rumble of old pipes that needed repair.
That had been my first assumption as the humming continued to fluctuate in a rhythm like waves to a shore, but then came the somewhat disorientation between the humming and the flow of the water, to the point where I had felt like I'd lost all control and was under some sort of spell. I had continued to hear the humming within the daze along with my increasing heartbeat and paced breathing. Even though the daze had been powerful, I somehow had found the strength to turn my head, only to see a silhouette of someone outside the door.
That had made me jump, but I really started to get nervous upon the sight of a hand sliding the door open slowly. I didn't know what to do or think, because I had been stuck in place under some force I couldn't explain. I couldn't move or speak, and just as my stalker was about to be revealed from behind the door, a voice had broken me from the unbreakable daze.
"Sir, we're ready for you!" the voice of the girl from the front desk had shouted.
I had shaken my head and quickly turned back to the door, only to find it shut tight and the overbearing hum of what I assumed were old pipes to had been silenced amongst the ambience of the steamy shower.
I'm just stressed and overworked. You're just imagining things that aren't real. Best get it together, fast.
Nothing else had happened after that; I just finished up and dressed into my spa wear that I had packed that day. I didn't want to piss anyone off, so I just moved on and just kept my thoughts to myself. I was led deeper into the building by another brunette of the same age range as the front desk cashier. She had just given the usual do's and dont's and had led me into the room where my masseuse had awaited my arrival.
She had been another female, but unlike the other two, she was blonde. I have no reason to lie that she was attractive, and had to control my hormones in her presence the entire time I was there. It's a good thing I had come for a back massage, because I honestly would've embarrassed her with my uncontrollable thoughts had I been upright. I think she had caught sight of it though, because she had constantly eyed me with a certain look that had made it even harder to stay composed accordingly.
I was thankful when she finally had led me to the bed, and my face and "other" had finally been hidden away from her features. She had ended up having the name Cristella, and had engaged in casual conversation with me to pass the time, her hands having met my muscles and sent me into a state of relaxation. I was finally where I wanted to be in that whole visit, but then things took a turn again.
The conversation went from casual to something more intimate.
"I saw your face when you walked in, as much as your struggle to keep your "friend" at bay, but that's okay, you aren't the first to act like that. In fact, you don't have to hold back with me.
J u s t l e t y o u r b o d y a n d m i n d r e l a x...
That comment had caught me off guard, and it only increased as I began to hear it again; the humming. The same one from the showers. Then it only had only got more intense.
"I can feel your body giving way... Your muscles are loosening... Your hormones are raging... Your breathing is increasing... You're giving into your desires... Good... Very good...
J u s t l e t y o u r b o d y a n d m i n d r e l a x...
It repeated. Over and over. The strangest thing was that I had been listening to her. Everything she had said was factual, and as she had continued to caress my mind with her words, the sensation only grew more soothing and had seemed to put me into that same daze as before. I couldn't do anything except accept everything she had given me. It had been somewhat disturbing to me, but at the same time, I had been enjoying everything she had done to me.
Then I saw that her clothes had hit the floor and I knew what was coming next. Powerless, I only took it. I don't know why, but I did. She had flipped me over to where I was upright as much as my member under the towel, and at the sight of her, my hormones only ran faster. She was completely nude, and didn't seem to care.
"Don't worry, I won't charge. After all, I am here to massage your muscles. No time to waste, dear."
Her blonde hair had dressed my hips as she pulled the towel away and revealed my dick, high and solid, quickly starting the "massage" with her mouth, slowly stroking up and down my shaft. Within the daze, the sensation had been a mix of overwhelming pleasure and something otherworldly in nature, and as the strokes got faster and her hot tongue continued to envelope my muscle, I had begun to feel as if I were powerless. Her right hand soon had met my shaft and I immediately lost all control of my senses. Between the daze and her muscle massaging my own, I had become drunk and lost.
The strange thing was that unlike when I had masturbated in the past, I couldn't feel any onsets or sign that my orgasm was nearing. It had been bizarre and just had seemed abnormal. By the time I had realized this though, Cristella had stopped her stroking and had moved onto something I hadn't expected; she got onto me, and immediately I had begun to feel a mass warmth in-between her legs as she slid my cock into her hot chasm and had begun to ride me.
