The evening that construction completed on my home spa, I invited the new girl at my gym over to be pampered. For the last two weeks, I had been pushing the construction crew to hurry it along, ever since the first day she walked into my yoga class. She caught my eye immediately as she positioned her mat right next to mine.
Twenty-something, platinum blonde hair that stopped just above her perfect, palm-sized, perky breasts. Her soft pink yoga tank and pants clung so tightly to her toned body they sculpted her firm, round ass. Her nails had been manicured, her skin was soft, and she wore my favorite VS body spray.
As she bent over to get into the first pose, I stood there, lost in a fantasy, tugging on those hard nipples with my face buried in her ass, right there in class. When I realized everyone else were down on their mats while I stood there like an idiot, I recovered by pretending to find my diamond stud earring in my sports bra.
After our workout, I invited her to join me for a massage and was pleased when she agreed. During our conversation, I learned her name was Misti; she was 23, and just relocated to Santa Ana from Minnesota for an internship. She was far from home, alone, and eager to accept my friendship.
That evening, the cameras showed her approaching the gate at precisely 9 p.m. as instructed. Good girl, I thought to myself; I won't have to punish you later for not being prompt.
Not wanting to appear pompous, I relieved the house staff after dinner and eagerly answered the door myself to greet her. To my excitement, she wore a tight, black, flared, mini dress and open-toed stiletto heels; she had great legs. Fuck, I wanted to strip her naked and taste her young pussy right there. However, since I wanted to take my time with her, I controlled myself for the moment.
Instead, I made us a mixed drink and took her on a tour of the house, skipping the room, Sasha stays in when I don't require her services and my bedroom suites. When we toured the media and entertainment room, I poured us another drink, this time stronger than the last, and I grabbed a couple of bottles of Fireball.
"Are you ready to see paradise?"
I took her hand and led her to the backyard and down the path leading to the bathhouse. She and I both had a pretty good buzz going and were getting along like old friends. I had to stop myself from running my fingers over her pretty little lips a couple of times. Just looking at her made me fucking crazy. I knew my husband was going to love her, but I wanted her first.
I led her into the building and down to the women's powder room. There was a stocked bar along the far wall and relaxing meditation music playing quietly in the background. I made us another drink, and we sat on the chaise in front of the marble fireplace to talk. I was feeling quite uninhibited and confident after my fourth cocktail and could tell her nerves were settling as well.
"Have you ever been with a woman," I asked her, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.
She blushed, seemingly shy, then answered "once."
