Spa Day with a Simp

Mark had a crush on Jenny for years. They were close friends, but had never gotten physical in any way, but Jenny relied on Mark for emotional support, help with choosing outfits, and a shoulder to cry on. Mark would like all her bikini photos on Instagram, and he even was added on her finsta account where she would post stories about all the top tier men she was dating and going on trips with She would give detailed reviews of their wealth and sexual prowess on her finsta for her close friends to view. Mark had never slept with Jenny but he had come close. They had kissed one night when drunk. But it never went further than that.

Seeing the way that these wall street types, company founders, and overall top tier dudes would treat her to trips and fancy restaurants. It was hard to blame them. She was an absolute demon in a cocktail dress. Her ass was round and curvy with long slender legs. Her tits were big upward facing apples, perky and full. Her job put her in contact with many of the most powerful people in NYC and she had an aura that attracted those men.

It attracted Mark too. He was desperate to find out what it would feel like to have her treat him the way she described treating these men on her finsta account. To hear her tell it, she had that "voodoo clam" that would make men fall in love with her. The results backed up her stories. It was undoubtable that Jenny knew how to please a man, and she described often her submissive desires when she is around these big powerful men that can fly her to Miami first class without batting an eye. Mark could only imagine what it would be like to have her be submissive like that for him.

Jenny had mentioned that she was dying to go to this new spa that had opened up in midtown. Apparently, it was a super luxurious experience but it had a price tag to match. She posted about how she was dying for a spa day with a big hunk of man meat paying for it. Mark seized his chance and offered to take her. To his glee, she said yes.

Mark begged his boss for a Friday off, and only was granted the vacation day because he promised to work all day Saturday to make up for it. He moved money over from his meager savings account and purchased the tickets. He cringed, but this was what it took to get attention from a girl like Jenny. Money well spent.

On the day of the reservation, Mark picked Jenny up from her apartment. He drove to the spa and paid for the valet parking. It was raining and Jenny hated the rain. They walked inside.

Once inside, Jenny and Mark enjoyed the amenities. They walked on the foot massage stone path, they sat in salt saunas, they floated in the infinity pool on the roof. It had been a lovely day. Jenny didn't wear a thong bikini, as Mark had hoped. She often wore them on her many trips and posted many flattering photos of her ass gobbling them up. Mark had furiously jerked himself off while scrolling through her Instagram feed many times. He had hoped to see it in person but she had worn one of those high waisted ones that leaves most of her round, thick behind covered behind fabric.

Jenny suggested that they retreat to the gender-segregated baths for a while and then meet up in a sauna later in the day. Mark agreed. He retreated back to the men's locker room. As he walked towards his locker, Mark recognized a man walking towards him. He couldn't place where he knew him from. The man was taller than Mark by more than a head and had clearly seen the inside of a gym a lot more than Mark ever had. He strode by without taking notice of Mark and Mark continued on to his locker.

By spa rules, no bathings suits were permitted in the bath area. Mark felt a little vulnerable in the nude, as he had always been a bit self-conscious in the penis department. But, after a day of relaxation and saunas improving circulation, he was as confident as he could be. He dropped his bathing suit to the ground and hung it up in the locker. He wrapped the robe around himself and approached the showers.

As he washed himself, Mark thought about where he had known the man from. He still couldn't place it. Anyway, Mark finished up in the shower and walked into the steam room for his first stop. Mark loved the steam room. It soothed his lungs and he felt powerful taking deep breaths of the clean steamy air. And the heat made his penis hang a little bit bigger than his usual flaccid size. Overall, Mark was feeling on top of the world right now. He had paid for a spa day with his absolute dream girl, he had spent the whole day 1 on 1 with her, his body felt amazing and he was like the king of the world.

After a few minutes in the steam room, Mark had quite a sweat going. Across the room, there was a cold-water plunge. Mark strode confidently across the room. He plunged into the frigid water and submerged himself totally. It took his breath away immediately. He forced himself to stay in the water for four minutes to maximize the effect. His breath was short but it was quite an adrenaline rush. He could feel his penis shriveling up into the smallest, most compact form possible. That did not dominate his thoughts though, as he focused on his breathing in the cold water. After a decent chunk of time submerged in the 50-degree water, Mark emerged breathing heavily.

Mark reached for the towel and used both hands to dry his hair. His back was facing the wall and as he surveyed the room in front of him he saw the man he had sort of recognized from earlier striding towards this end of the room. Mark was in a tricky situation as he suddenly became keenly aware of the way his shriveled up cold penis was fully on display as his hands were drying his hair with the towel. To cover up would be to admit the humiliation, but to stay exposed was to prolong it.

The moment was made all the worse by the obvious contrast. The man too had disrobed and was walking towards Mark on full display. He was one of those men blessed with the kind of dick every man wishes he had. Even flaccid, it hung down with considerable size and smacked against his leg as he walked. Mark was not gay, but he couldn't help but look. It was a look of envy and respect. The man noticed Mark looking and chuckled slightly, but was gracious enough to not say anything.

Later, Mark met Jenny again in the mixed-gender sauna. He was determined to project that confident alpha dog feeling he had been trying to portray to Jenny all day. It felt like more of an act after the bathhouse event, but he knew that was an unfair comparison because of the cold plunge. So he sat down confidently next to Jenny and asked her about her time in the female bathhouse.

In a hushed voice because there were a few other people in the sauna, she told me how it had been fantastic and she giggled as she reported that walking around naked in front of strangers had made her kind of horny, "not that you'll benefit from that, but I bet you like to know," she added with an eye roll. Mark did like knowing that. But he was visibly dejected when she said that. She noticed of course. She just hit him playfully in the arm and said, "staaaahhhppp don't make it weird. Let's just enjoy the day."

Before long, the man who Mark had recognized from earlier walked into the sauna. Jenny immediately perked up. "Jackson!" she cried, "what are you doing here?"

Jackson smiled with recognition. They knew each other. Then it hit Mark. Jackson was one of the guys Jenny had talked about on her finsta. He was some new money crypto guy who had founded two separate successful cryptocurrency companies. His company had hosted a yacht party in Miami during a conference that Jenny attended. Mark knew from her later accounts that she had invited Jackson to take a line off her ass and that he had accepted. She had been on her period at the time (the finsta spared no detail) but she had given him a blowjob that night. She had mentioned specifically that he was extremely well-endowed. Mark couldn't help but recall his embarrassing moment in the bath area.

Jenny introduced Mark to Jackson, "this is my friend Mark, he's like a brother to me." Mark noted the subtle way Jenny distanced herself from Mark. The "brother" dig, the way she pointed her hips and feet towards Jackson, and partially turned her body away from Jackson. She took a half step towards him as he spoke. Eventually he sat down in an open seat across the sauna from where Jenny and Mark had been sitting.

Jenny clearly felt torn between an obligation to not be a total jerk to Mark, but still position herself well for Jackson's attention. Mark was right, Jenny WAS interested in Jackson. He was tall, which she loved. And the obvious privileges that come with founding two successful companies goes without saying. He kept himself in terrific fitness, and then there was the animal attraction of that big fucking hog between his legs. Jenny lusted for him after the yacht experience, she had never been so angry at her menstrual cycle. Even so, she had done her best to leave an impression on Jackson with her mouth back on his yacht.

She regretted tremendously that she had chosen to wear this ugly diaper bathing suit that was meant specifically to keep Mark's eyes off of her. She hadn't expected to see anyone she would want to look good for. But here he was. Her mind focused on the skimpy bathing suit she had packed just in case there was a chance for a social media post. She decided to excuse herself to the lady's room and change.

While she was gone, Jackson and Mark did not speak. Jackson laced his fingers behind his head and relaxed into a confident, restful pose. Mark tried to mimic the motion without being obvious. The whole time, Mark was frantically flexing his penis doing kegels, trying to get himself up to a respectable bulge by the time Jenny returned. He felt he had to make a respectable showing to earn any type of respect from her. It would be devastating to Mark's chances if Jenny were to witness any iteration of the humiliation from earlier.

Jenny came back shortly and it was immediately clear that she had changed out of her old bathing suit into the kind of suit that Mark had fantasized about countless times and which he had hoped so desperately she would wear today. It was low cut, revealing an impossible distance from her belly button down to wear the fabric began. Her perky breasts bounced slightly as she walked over to her seat by Mark. As she walked by, Mark noticed that it was a g-string in the back. He had never seen this one before and he could barely contain himself from staring. Jenny obviously noticed but said nothing.

Slowly, the sauna cleared out and it was only Jenny, Mark, and Jackson remaining. Almost as soon as the door closed behind the last person, Jenny had shifted her body to open her legs a little bit and face more directly at Jackson. She spoke to Mark, but her eyes were on Jackson and she continued to present herself more and more in his direction. Mark was so happy to be talking to her that he barely noticed how much wider her legs had opened since Jackson had arrived.

After a few minutes like this, Jenny made a big sigh and stood up. She exclaimed a little too loud that she liked the way her muscles felt in the sauna and that stretching in this heat felt really good. She turned her back towards Jackson and pressed into a calf stretch against the wall. Mark was envious of the view Jackson had of her as she leaned into the wall and her ass was pressed out. She then went for a hamstring stretch bending over at the waist, presenting her round ass right to Jackson. Jenny winked at Mark as she did this, and Mark felt totally deflated. He couldn't help but notice Jackson's growing bulge, and contrast it with his own short pitched tent. He was still getting back up to full size after the cold plunge and he couldn't have competed even on his best days. Jenny knew what she was doing.

To be continued...