Heading out of the driveway, I only got as far as four blocks before I started to cry. I pulled over in a side street taking deep breaths to calm myself. It was only eleven-thirty, and I didn't want to cry too much. But the thought of Peter with that woman was driving me mad.
I composed myself enough to drive deciding I had to find a way to survive the next few hours. One day I will follow them, and find out all about her. The idea of gaining the upper hand in this way, torturing myself mercilessly comforted me, but today was not that day.
I decided that while I was down the street a massage was the best way to distract myself from what was going on the other side of town. Driving straight to my favorite spa had my spirits lift for the briefest moment. I sent Peter a text telling him I'd be a little longer as I was stopping for a massage.
There was no immediate reply and I shuddered to think how he might be distracted. The pain mounted inside me. As I walked into the spa I tripped over the doorstep. I grabbed at a display of oils and sent them crashing all over the floor, as if I were a clumsy foolish child.
However the distraction was useful. Suddenly I was clamoring over the floor picking up the little vials murmuring apologies; for being stupid, for being in the way, for being alive. Nothing broke, mercifully, and soon I had the small tower assembled again. The woman behind the counter came running around to help me, sprouting her own apologies about the stupid place to set them and how people were always bumping into them.
When we'd both brought some order to the situation she moved to the other side of the counter and asked me what she could do for me.
"I really need a massage. A full hour, if you have it."
"Certainly. I think Ezie is free at the moment. I'll check."
She was out of the room for a few moments when she re-entered with a European looking man. His sandy blond hair off set his creamy golden skin, set as a background for the fine features of an almost androgynous quality. His beauty was what the doctor ordered. He smiled and introduced himself and told me he was free immediately for an hour.
I agreed to the appointment and followed Ezie upstairs. He took me into a small room that had a chair in a corner and a large massage table in the middle. He gave me some forms to fill in. We exchanged warm smiles with direct eye contact as we chatted, each clearly very attracted to the other. I sensed the sexual tension, even as I batted it away, more by habit than by any kind of loyalty to Peter. While I knew he was with another woman, my vulnerability heightened, especially to a gorgeous young man like Ezie, and that was definitely not what I was looking for.
Once my forms were filled in, Ezie left the room and I got undressed. Removing my clothes in a foreign room had its own sensuality. I tried to take advantage of the moment, and distract myself from my fear and the other negative tricks of my mind.
I lay on the table on my belly with a towel over me. Ezie knocked on the door and I told him to come in. He started to play some soft music, rubbed oils into his hands and slid the towel slowly, sensuously down my back to my backside, so that the flesh of my back was exposed. Waves crashed in the room, and the oil used filled the room with the scent of salty sea spray.
He rested his hands on the small of my back, applied pressure and slid his oiled hands up my back. My large breasts mashed against the padded surface of the massage table and the soft flesh pressed out either side of me. More than once as my back was rubbed, Ezie's hands brushed against the curve of my breasts as if they were begging him to fondle them.
As this very beautiful young man was running his hands all over my body, my mind freely wandered back to the start of Peter and my intense lovemaking days.
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By the time I had finished the bath, lucidity returned and my body had the orgasm it yearned for all day. My freedom to concentrate on what had happened between Peter and I surfaced. As soon as I was out, Peter dried me with a big fluffy towel, and handed me a silk robe.
"Do you want to talk Anna?"
"Yes Peter. You introduced another person into our lovemaking without asking me."
"How do you feel about that?" he asked.
As I walked into the main room of the cottage, I noticed my bag was gone. I guessed it was packed away by Peter or someone else.
Peter followed me. I sat on the bed, and crawled my way to the pillows, and lay there. Peter crawled up next to me, still in his shirtsleeves and suit pants.
