My friend Cindy and I decided to take a girls vacation together. We decided that a sunny getaway is just what we needed. After we booked our resort and our flights it was time to start the most important part of the preparations...swimsuit shopping! My husband dropped us off at the mall and we started our adventure. Cindy was more interested in the one-piece suits, where as I was planning on tanning as much as I could, so I stuck with the two-piece options.
After a couple months of waiting eagerly the day had finally arrived. My husband dropped us off at the airport and off we went. Our flight was uneventful, which is exactly how I like it. Our transfer from the airport drove like a maniac but got us to the resort in one piece. And the resort was breathtaking! Cindy and I had splurged on the resort. Everything there was so elegant and beautiful. It was an adults only resort so class is what they were going for, and they nailed it! We were given a tour of the resort on a golf cart then shown to our suite. Our room was spectacular! There was a large living room with an amazing view of the water. A lovely bathroom with a jacuzzi tub. And each of us had our own bedroom off the main space. On the coffee table there was a little book with a list of amenities. We flipped through and saw the spa menu. We decided that tomorrow was going to be our spa day! We booked ourselves each a 90 minute massage, followed by the hydro circuit, then finished with facials and a mani/pedi!
The next morning we had a lovely breakfast then made or way to the spa. We checked-in and were shown to some small changing rooms.
"Please disrobe completely and wrap yourself in the towel provided, then make your way back to the waiting room." we were instructed. We did as we were told and sat in the waiting room wrapped in our towels. Only a minute later Cindy was lead to her massage room, leaving me alone. "It will only be another moment, miss. He's just getting his room ready now." I was informed. I nodded and continue to wait. Eventually, when my masseur came out to get me, my jaw dropped. He was gorgeous! He was almost a foot taller than me. His dark ebony skin contrasted with his white linen shirt, which was so tight around his exceptionally muscular chest.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." he said with a deep voice and French accent, which I wasn't expecting. "Please follow me." I got up from my seat and followed him to a small room. On the side was a bureau with all his oils, stones, and other massage tools, and in the middle was the massage table. But it wasn't the typical tables I was used to seeing. It looked more like a small bed than it did a table, and no head craddle at the end. Instead there was a large plush pillow. I also noticed that there was no sheet to get under, only the cover of the mattress.
"I will remove your towel," he said, "please lay down on your front."
"Umm..." I started to ask, "How will I be covered?"
He looked at me somewhat confused and replied "I cannot massage you if you are covered. I must access your skin!" He said so matter-of-fact that it did put my mind at ease, a bit. He walked up behind me, reached around my chest and removed my towel, leaving me standing there completely naked. After he motioned to the table I got on and laid on my stomach. "I guess that's how they do things here," I thought, "much different than back home!"
He applied his oil to my skin and started massaging. Starting with my feet, he worked up my legs, my bum, my back, arms, and eventually neck. After a long while of the most amazing massage of my back side he asked me to turn over. I turned over awkwardly and eventually got myself settled back in a comfortable position. He started with the most relaxing scalp and facial massage, then worked down my neck to my chest. As he did I managed to get a little peek up his shirt as he leaned over, and he had the most perfect set of chisseled abs I'd ever seen. He moved around to the side and started massaging my arm.
Gradually he worked up my arm, to my arm pit, my shoulder, then down my chest to my breast. At first it caught me by surprise when he started massaging my breast like it was any other muscle, but it felt so nice I just decided to go with it. He massaged it gently with both hands, moving from bottom to top, then from the side to centre. The oil felt so wonderful on my skin as he carressed my breast in his various ways. Reaching over to the bureau beside him, he grabbed a small bottle and squeezed a single drip onto his fingertip. Cupping my breast with the other hand he gently rubbed the oil around my areola and on my nipple. I gasped unexpectedly as I had never experienced a sensation like that in my life! It was the most sensual and invigorating feeling.
My nipple became more and more erect as he continued to massage it gently with his fingertip. Eventually he stopped and moved over to my other side. He repeated the same process, and when he grabbed that little bottle again I could feel the excitement building. When he started to massage my other nipple, I squeezed my thighs together. The feeling was so amazing! I felt so aroused...and wet! Unfortunately he eventually moved on from there.
As he worked down my body I got excited about what he had in store fit between my legs. Sadly, he massaged my body like any other masseur would. As he finished, he helped me off the table and wrapped me back in my towel. He lead me to the hydro circuit where Cindy was waiting. He bid me farewell and left. Cindy and I had a great time with the rest of our treatments, but I couldn't stop thinking about that feeling I had as he worked my breasts. Every time I thought about it I felt myself get flushed.
After our treatments, and our mani/pedi, Cindy and I put our sundresses back on and headed for lunch at the outdoor bar. I had a wonderfully light seafood salad and a Bellini. Then another Bellini. After lunch we headed to the beach and found a couple vacant lounge chairs by a secluded bar on the beach. Cindy sat in one, and I removed my dress and sat in the other, wearing only my brand new torquoise halter-top bikini with matching French cut bottoms.
"I want another Bellini," I told Cindy, "I'm going to go get one. Do you want one?" She declined, so I went to the bar on my own. All the seats at the bar were empty except for one. And who, of all people, was sitting in that seat but the Adonis of a man who gave me my massage. I lit up as I saw him and I walked over.
"Lunch break?" I asked. He smiled as he looked up at me.
"Non. Off for the day now." he replied. I asked if I could join him, which he accepted. I ordered a Bellini as we started to chat, then another Bellini. After a long, delightful talk, I had made up my mind.
"I think I'm going to head back to my room." I told him. I looked around and continued, "but I just got here yesterday and I get so turned around. Would you mind helping me find my room?" I asked flirtatiously.
