Day At The Spa Pt 01

Finally, after a half-hour drive, Amelia had made it to the spa. She turned the key in the ignition, shutting off the engine, and braced herself for the imminent cold. February in Chicago is not for the faint of heart. Swaddled in a huge black puffer, Amelia dashed for the spa's entrance shielding herself from the whipping wind. She wasn't just running from the cold; she also felt a pang of paranoia about whether anyone she knew might see her.

Amelia didn't want anyone to see her like this. She wasn't the kind to usually play hooky from work, especially only a few weeks into her newly promoted role as art director at the tiny marketing agency she worked for. She also wasn't the kind to step out in yoga pants and an enormous sleeping bag jacket. Amelia always loved to dress neatly, in a tailored fashion that emphasized her statuesque figure.

It wasn't about showing off; she took pride in looking put together. Though she maintained a reserved and cool demeanor, she secretly delighted in being noticed. She knew that sometimes a little classic look with an air of modesty was the sluttiest a girl could look.

But ever since she called it quits with Zach, she didn't want anyone to notice her. Tightening her arms around her slender waist, she shuffled faster towards the door.

"Welcome to Sunset Day Spa," cooed the receptionist behind the deck, beaming a bright smile.

"Good morning," Amelia groaned back. "I have a 1:00 massage, I know I am a bit early. It should be under Amelia Banner."

The receptionist checked the schedule, "Yes Amelia... You're right. While you wait, you can check out our saunas. We have all sorts: bamboo, salt, charcoal. They're the perfect way to help your muscles relax before your massage." Amelia watched the receptionist look up from the computer screen, sizing her up. Amelia shrunk into her coat, knowing that she probably didn't look her best.

The receptionist smiled empathetically. "You'll be working with Hazel today. She is amazing." Her eyes sparkled with intrigue. "You're going to love your time with her," she said knowingly, continuing to explain the spa's policies.

Amelia barely noticed what this woman was saying to her. She was lost replaying the same thought she had for the past three weeks, "Did I overreact? Was I too quick to break up with Zach?"

She recalled the exact moment she decided to end things. She had waited 35 minutes at La Charle for Zach to arrive for their 8:00 reservations, intended as a celebration for her promotion. After months of hard work--staying late, taking on extra accounts--she felt it had finally paid off. When Zach didn't show up after 10 minutes, she ordered a glass of wine. After 20 minutes, she had eaten three pieces of bread. By 30 minutes, she ordered a second glass. When Zach called at 8:40 with a half-hearted story about a coworker in crisis needing a round at Top Golf, Amelia was already tipsy with a martini heading to her table, and had already decided, "Fuck this."

"Enjoy!" chirped the receptionist, offering Amelia a set of spa clothes. Amelia snapped back to reality, numbly taking the linens from this overly cheerful woman.

Amelia dropped her bag off in her designated locker, and started to change into the spa outfit: a loose cotton yellow button-down t-shirt and some wide shorts. Instinctively, she looked to her left and right before taking off her underwear. Amelia wasn't ashamed of her body; she knew she looked good.

Her freckled shoulders, round full breasts, and light pink nipples complemented her shoulder-length, rusty hair. Her soft tummy transitioned to wide hips, marked by gentle dips. Her rotund thighs and toothy smile, complete with a charming gap between her front teeth, were all part of her. Sometimes when she had sex with Zach at his apartment, she would find her eyes drifting to glance into his dresser mirror to catch a glimpse of her luscious body jiggling and contorting soft pockets of flesh.

Amelia looked over her shoulders because she still felt modest around strangers. The locker room was a ghost town, except an elderly woman blow-drying her hair and an attendant carting some towels. "The benefits of going to the spa at noon on a Tuesday," Amelia thought.

The receptionist hadn't been exaggerating about the variety of saunas. Amelia surveyed the seven or eight small huts, each offering a unique atmosphere. She headed for the closest one. Above the door hung a simple sign that read "Aromatherapy."

Upon opening the door, Amelia was met with a pleasant smell. She detected a few notes-- lavender, sandalwood, jasmine. Instantly, she felt her shoulders instinctively relax. The room was fragrant, damp, and dark, like some kind of cave. It was only lit by the glow of the sauna's heater, pulsing intermittently as more steam groaned out of the machine. No one else was in this particular hut, Amelia had it completely to herself.

She lay down on one of the tatami mats on the ground, letting out a deep sigh. She was emotionally and physically drained. Between this new position and the recent breakup, Amelia needed this day to help her reset. Breathing in the sweet scent through her nose, she let her body sink deeper into the ground. The odor of the sauna reminded her of something, but couldn't quite place it. She closed her eyes and let her mind drift.

Suddenly Amelia was back on her towel at the beach that past summer. She was staying a long weekend with Zach at his family's harbor house. It was a scorching hot day that compelled Zach and her to spend most of it swimming. They had spent all day teasing each other in the water, snapping each other's bathing suits, making out between the lapping waves, and ogling each other's glistening bodies.

When the sun hung low in the sky, they held each other's sunburnt bodies as the day turned dusk. She remembered his initial shyness, timidly biting his lip as he slowly ran his thumb over her nipple. As he caressed her puffy pink nipple into a hard lump under her bikini, she writhed in pleasure and scratched at his soft patch of chest hair. She kissed his collarbone and slowly trailed up to his neck. Zach betrayed his excitement, moaning as a shiver visibly trailed up his spine. Amelia liked how vocal he couldn't help being.

She continued to kiss up to his ear, nibbling on it gingerly. She could feel his stiff member poke through his short trunks. Amelia breathed in, smelling salt and sunscreen on his skin. It smelled sweet, like the sauna's aromatherapy. She pressed into Zach's bulge, feeling it eagerly come closer to her. While her swimsuit was still a little damp from her time in the water, Amelia knew the real reason why she felt a wetness slick her thigh.

Amelia let out an audible "hrnnn" as her nipples got hard, her hand instinctively sliding down her stomach. In an instant, she remembered where she was - not on a secluded beach but in a public day spa. Luckily, she was still alone. Blushing with equal parts embarrassment and thrill, she imagined if she had moaned out loud in front of a complete stranger.

That thought made her pelvis ache with need and made her have an evil thought. "The sauna is empty," she rationalized to herself. It was true, masturbating always made her feel better. A cheaper coping mechanism than weed (though she also used that too). Her recent bout of overworking and depression made it hard for her to get in the mood but something about laying alone in this hot, delicious room made her pussy feel like it was on fire.

Amelia felt a bead of sweat trail down her chest. She slipped her hand into her loose shirt, following the droplet with her hungry finger. She softly swiped her pointer finger over her areola, running her other down her tummy. Her skin prickled, feeling electrified as she dug her fingers into the soft shorts waistband. Amelia's pinky tickled her inner thighs, her short bush already damp.

Her mind drifted back to that summer night. Much to her surprise, Zach was actually quite good at cunnilingus, and more importantly, he did it with intense pleasure. She remembered that night on the beach as he untied the bows on the sides of her bikini bottoms, unveiling her pussy like it was a splendid main course. Digging his pointed tongue between her folds, he found her clit and lapped gently at it. Her body quivered at his expert precision, her legs clenching around his head and her fingers nestled in his hair.

Amelia's thick thighs instinctively tightened around her hand and her hips gently bucked. Her pussy was drenched, sticky from the much-needed attention. She could feel her pelvis tense, her breath quickening. Amelia was close, clenching her painted toes in pleasure. She rubbed her clit faster, imagining it to be Zach's sweet tongue on her pussy. Biting down on her lip, she let out a stifled groan.

Just as she started to feel herself get to the edge, Amelia heard footsteps outside the door. Caught in the reverie of this arousing memory, she almost chose to ignore it. The knob twisted, and Amelia quickly snatched her hand out of her yellow shorts. In shuffled a middle-aged stout man, who barely seemed to notice her.

Amelia quickly sat up, her heart thudding heavily in her chest. The aromatic air felt heavy, her head spinning from the rush of the masturbation session and the thrill of almost being caught. Amelia thought that luckily if she looked flushed or frazzled, the old man would just chalk it up to the heat of the sauna. She looked down at her watch and couldn't believe her eyes. It was already 12:50, almost time for her massage. "I guess time flies when you're having fun..." Amelia bemused herself.

She made her way to her appointment and was left in a small, dim room. It was cozy, with a few lit candles and ribbons of sweet incense smoke. The receptionist had said to "undress to your comfort level," so Amelia took off her top and her shorts. She debated whether or not to keep on her panties. Worried about getting any massage oil on them, she slipped them off and left them in a pile on the floor.

Laying on the massage table under the paper courtesy drape, Amelia could not believe she had actually jerked off in the hut. It wasn't like her at all, she blushed in sheepishness and an odd sense of pride. She knew she had acted naughty, it was kind of hot. As she started to get aroused just thinking about it, she was interrupted by a knock on the door.

In walked a woman in an open sweatshirt, a tank top, and tight scrub pants. She had curly brown hair that came to her toned shoulders. Her arms were tight and strong, covered almost completely in tattoos. She beamed warmly at Amelia, their eyes magnetically locking across the room. "Hi I'm Hazel, I'll be working with you today. How are you doing today?"

Amelia looked Hazel up and down as she walked in. She was immediately struck by her beauty, equal parts grace and ruggedness. A little flustered, Amelia stammed, "I'm... I'm fine. I'm Amelia."

"Nice to meet you, Amelia." Hazel smiled back, now standing over Amelia. Amelia followed Hazel's eyes as she looked up and down her body. "I see we have you down for a 120-minute integrated technique full body. I'm going to get set up but then we can jump in. Your job is just to roll over and relax." Hazel shot Amelia a sly wink and gently squeezed her shoulder, causing a shiver to run up Amelia's spine.

Amelia flipped over on the massage table, resting her head on her shoulder. She watched the masseuse as she prepped the session, turning on some soothing ASMR sounds and grabbing some towels. As Hazel squatted down to fetch some massage oil from a low cabinet, Amelia couldn't help but steal a leering glance. It was undeniable, Hazel had a great ass. Firm and plump, it was perfectly showcased by her snug pants. Reaching deeper into the cabinet, Hazel's sweatshirt rode up, exposing an intricate tramp stamp framed by two black thong strings. She couldn't help it, Amelia was aroused. Feeling suddenly guilty for ogling, Amelia tore her eyes away and stared at the floor through the donut hole pillow.

"OK, we're going to get started with some gentle movement. I'm going to ask you a few questions to make sure you get the most out of this experience. Sounds good, Amelia?" Hazel asked, rubbing her hands together to warm up the oil.

Amelia nodded in response, feeling Hazel's fingers glide up her back, spreading the liquid between her shoulder blades. At this simple touch, Amelia felt her body melt deeper into the table. It already felt so good.

"With this massage, you are in control. I will only work on areas that you want me to. If it's uncomfortable for you, tell me and we will avoid it. Is there anywhere you want me to avoid?" Hazel asked.

Amelia considered it for a moment, "Everything is OK with me."

"Great!" Hazel gently dug her fingers into Amelia's back, applying some nice pressure. "Well, is there anywhere you want me to focus on? Where are you usually tense?"

"...Everywhere, I guess?" Amelia replied. Suddenly feeling a little melancholy, she added "I am just feeling stressed overall right now."

"Aw I'm sorry to hear that," Hazel said sympathetically. "This massage is your time and I want to make sure you feel the best you can. In my practice, I try to listen to your body and will try to help you find where you want to release the most tension." She continued to knead Amelia's back, raking her fingers into the knots in her back.

Amelia exhaled, enjoying this touch. Hazel's hands felt strong and soothing, gliding over her skin and making circles between her shoulders, pinching the taut muscles in her neck. It felt so nice to have someone paying attention to her body and helping her relax after these past few weeks of havoc.

"If you don't mind me asking, is there something specific that's been bothering you recently?" Hazel questioned calmly, moving her hands from Amelia's back to her feet.

Feeling particularly comfortable and a little vulnerable, Amelia confessed, "I actually just got a promotion at work, which is great. But it's a lot more work-" Amelia paused, lost in the pleasure of Hazel digging her thumbs into the arch of her foot, lightly tickling her sole. Amelia couldn't help but let out a small sigh. She continued, "And on top of it, my boyfriend broke up with me out of the blue."

"Oh no! That is awful!" Hazel cooed, working her hands up Amelia's legs. She reassuringly squeezed her calves, caressing the back of her knees. "I don't understand how he could let go of such a gorgeous girl like yourself. What a fool."

Amelia felt her face get hot at the compliment. She felt lucky Hazel couldn't see her blush. Trying to play it off cool, she answered, "Yeah it sucks. But now I guess I can just focus on me."

"And that's what I am here to help you do," Hazel replied calmly. "You deserve to enjoy yourself." Hazel grabbed the oil bottle and squirted it on Amelia's thighs, digging the heel of her palms into the plump back of her leg. "Is it OK if I move up this drape?"

Amelia couldn't help but nod eagerly. When Zach and her used to watch movies in bed, she always relished in the ass massages he would give her. It would drive her crazy when he would squeeze her wide hips and thick buns. Like clockwork, they would hook up, inevitably not finishing the movie they started.

Hazel began to work her fingers up Amelia's thighs and moved onto her ass, cupping each cheek tenderly. "In case you didn't know, integrated massage means I will use whatever technique is best for you and your body. So instead of just, for example, Swiss," Hazel paused, demonstrating a gentle pinch of her ass, "I will switch it up for whatever is unlocking your tension. So you can tell me if you like it deep like this," Hazel dug her thumbs into the meat of Amelia's cheek, causing her to sharply inhale at the sudden pressure.

"Or more gentle like this," Hazel probed. She gently dragged a finger under each cheek, sending a wave of pleasure through Amelia's pussy. Feeling turned on, Amelia bit her lip and wondered, "Am I allowed to be horny in a massage?"

"Why don't you flip over?" Hazel requested and Amelia immediately complied.

Hazel took a brief pause to take off her sweatshirt. The tank top hugged her taut torso, tracing her firm curvy body. Amelia watched as she gently grabbed her arm and lovingly held it in her hands. Hazel traced circles in her biceps, expertly untangling the knots in her body. Hazel's arms were strong and covered in tattoos, her muscles flexed and tensed. She leaned over, inadvertently exposing a little triangle of cleavage. Hazel was even more voluptuous than Amelia initially noticed. Amelia's eyes trailed up from her breasts to meet Hazel's eyes, who evidently caught her checking her out.

Amelia broke the glance and her eyes darted away sheepishly. Hazel smiled knowingly, curiously arching an eyebrow. She trailed her touch up Amelia's arms to her shoulders, moving down to her chest. "Is this area OK?" Hazel asked.

"Yeah that's fine," Amelia replied. Actually, it was more than fine. Amelia eagerly accepted Hazel's touch, greedily enjoying this undivided attention. There was something about Hazel's massage that was so comforting and exciting. Maybe it was because she was still a little horny from her earlier masturbation session or because she was a little sex-starved after her breakup. Hazel's hands just felt so delicious that she was already getting wet.

Hazel gently squeezed Amelia's breasts, kneading them. Slick from the oil, Hazel's fingers glided over Amelia's areolas, making small circles over the sensitive areas. Hazel bit her lip, she felt herself getting wetter at this tender touch. All of a sudden, Hazel gave Amelia's nipples a hard squeeze. This sent a shock through Amelia's body, and she let out an involuntary groan.

"Oh, so there's some tension there. That feels good?" Hazel asked in a low, anticipatory voice.

"Wow, yeah that feels great," Amelia replied. Her eyes rolled back, reveling in the treatment her tits were getting. In response, Hazel flicked her pink puffy nipples until they were two stiff peaks. Hazel really knew how to work a body like it was her job. "I guess it is her job," Amelia thought, amused.

As Hazel continued to prod and caress her breasts, Amelia let the pleasure roll over her body. She watched this woman and concluded objectively, "Hazel is hot." Amelia considered herself "pretty straight." She had never been with a woman sexually, but she had imagined it many times before. The furthest she ever got with a girl was making out with her college roommate while they were drunk at a girl's night. But she couldn't deny that she sometimes found herself noticing other women in tight outfits or in the shower at the gym. And for some reason, she always favored watching lesbian porn. Something about watching beautiful women kissing and two pairs of bouncing tits always helped her come faster. I guess she was bicurious, but hadn't really ever considered anything in earnest.

As Hazel's strong hands moved away from Amelia's breasts to her stomach, she felt herself whimper in protest. She didn't want Hazel to stop playing with her nipples. The moan must've been audible because Hazel responded in a satisfied tone, "Oh, you want me to keep going there?"

Amelia sheepishly nodded, saying, "Yes please, if that's OK." Hazel gave a small chuckle and moved back up to her breasts. Amelia again wondered if it was OK that she was getting aroused during a massage. Was that weird?

"It's good you're relaxing in both your mind and your body. This spot can be particularly satisfying for some clients," Hazel explained. "If you are newly single, I guess you're not getting much attention in this area at home. But this can be a great tension release," Hazel said, elucidating the point by firmly squeezing Amelia's boobs.

"The chest has your heart chakra, so this is good for helping your healing journey from this breakup." Hazel slid her hands down to Amelia's stomach, dragging her fingernails across Amelia's hips. "The center of your emotions, however, is in your sacral chakra. Which is approximately where your pelvis is."