The whole hyper-sensual experience of this weekend had left me reeling in a sea of experiences. I had enjoyed not only the loving experience of time with my lover but I had also, with her encouragement, quite unexpectedly been exposed to, and thrived upon, the sexuality of others in not only one-on-one moments of bliss, but also the collective coming together of a multitude of women in the electrostatic-ally charged environment of what was called the 'Sensation Room.' Whew... I came out of that room absolutely drained but, in some inexplicable way, stunningly; vibrantly; senso-sexually alive.
Linda, my lover and companion with whom I live had come across an advertisement in a Lesbian publication, having been made aware of it from a friend within our circle. The full page glossy ad read, in part: 'Enjoy the company of like couples in the privacy or our new and exclusive LGBT Club Resort & Spa. This special introductory weekend has been exclusively reserved for Lesbian couples etc., etc., etc...'
"Aimie, come see this: Jessica told me about it, she and Cass are going and I thought it might be a great way for us to celebrate our seven month anniversary. Give it a read; let me know what you think" she said with a glowing, excited and anticipatory tone in her voice as she passed the mag to me. One could not help but notice the sparkle in her eyes, as well as the clenching of closed and inverted lips as she did so, her attempt at nonchalance failing miserably!
My initial thoughts were that it was a bit expensive for a two night stay, but reading on, the introductory weekend also included one free, reserve-able at time of booking, first come first served, two party massage, and baby, I do love massages! Never-the-less, I did think we should talk about the price.
"Do you think we can afford it Lind, its a bit on the pricey side?"
"Honey, it's our anniversary, of course we can afford it!"
"Hmm" I mused as I read on, viewing the pictures of the local surrounds, the Spa etc. My interest was beginning to peak, the place looked glorious, damn, it even had a Golf Course, a plus for me, alas not for Linda, who continues to cajole that Golf has its definition of a hole in one and she has hers!
"OK Lind, you got me hooked, will you make the booking and Spa reservations or would you like me to?"
"No, no, it was my suggestion, it's going to be my treat, so I should do the dirty work."
She laughed as she took the mag from my finger tips, leaning forward to kiss me tenderly whispering in my ear, "but if you want to give me a little encouragement and stimulation to complete my complicated and time consuming task; I don't mind getting naked now. Purely for the encouragement you understand!"
Dear reader: 'I was very understanding!'
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So it was that three weeks later we found ourselves driving on a beautiful Autumn Friday afternoon to the West Country. Arriving at the estate resort about seven in the evening we registered, dumped our stuff in the room, quickly repriesed our makeup and made for the Restaurant where we were soon joined by Jessica (she hates Jess) and Cass. In the bar after dinner we also met with three other friends, in company with a fourth with whom we were now introduced.
Her name was Lin Ng, a girl that although of Vietnamese descent was more, jokingly so, more British than many who are native born. Lin loved the Kentish countryside and her English was impeccable, fortunate, as her profession is that of a London Solicitor. Additionally, we were very soon to find that she possessed an outrageous sense of humour evidenced by her telling us, after a couple of after-dinner drinks, and feigning an oriental accent:
"I clan asslure yoo, oliental pussy is slame as yoo no no holizontal!
Overheard by a girl at the next table who had been leaning back in her chair; this poor girl laughed so much she had fallen back and was now crab-legged on the floor, all four limbs wide in the air and still laughing hysterically. As Lin helped her up, inquiring as to whether she was O.K., the thought flashed through my mind that it was fortunate that she was wearing Culottes, otherwise, the display could well have started a riot with this crowd! I laughed to myself as our table returned to it's prior conversation.
It was a wonderful evening, and it was, I was now informed by Linda, to be continued the following morning with an eight o'clock tee time on the Golf Course with Jessica, Cass and Lin, "So come along ladies, get your cracks in the sack, you need your sleep in order to play well the rest of the weekend, and trust me, tomorrows going to be a long day!" It didn't take too much encouragement as we were all yawning anyway. Never-the-less, as we prepared to leave I felt certain that I caught site of a quick and knowing wink from Linda to Jessica‽ The moment passed as we said our good-nights.
In bed with Lind, I felt the reassuringly warm comfort of her as she gathered me into her arms and following a wonderful necking session, tired from the drive and the evenings company we fell asleep!
Promptly at eight the following morning we gathered on the tee and no, I am not going to regale you with a play by play account of the round, but I have to say, Lin; Lin was a comedic delight out there... Whenever anyone played a bad shot there she was with her faux orientalism "Oh dlear, don u hlate dat slit!."
Her humour was directed at us all and I got mine on the 140 yard, Par 3, fourteenth hole. On the green off the tee, I had putted up to within eighteen inches of the hole, and missed my Par putt. I got no sympathy from Lin!
"Oh d-l-e-a-r; wot fluckin shlame!"
"Lin tluly slimplaflize wit honalabul missy plutter!"
"Blitch" I responded, a high pitched retort delivered through squinted eyes causing her to regale in laughter. The sympathetic hug met with a kiss on the cheek.
For four whole hours we were laughing and having a great time, never mind the scores, they were irrelevant; the point was we had a good round, despite aching abdominal laugh muscles caused by the incorrigible Lin! But now we were ready for a shower, lunch, and for Linda and me, our massage.
There is something about the smell of a massage parlour. It is an odour that simply draws you in, the entire process makes you feel relaxed, whilst yet creating a feeling of expectation of all that is to come, the upcoming enjoyment of being pampered, the epicentre of attentive hands.
Susan and Jacqueline our two professional massage therapists greeted us in the relaxed atmosphere of the waiting room, where we had been guided to after changing into wonderful white linen towel, and obviously aromatherapy perfumed, bathrobes. Our therapists, both of whom were probably in their mid-twenties, I have to say were not only quite beautiful but their litheness was evident from the moment they walked into the room. Shaking our hands they greeted us, and initially asked if we would first like too enjoy a mutual shower and sauna before our massage? Sounded good to us and I must admit it did start the experience off with some loving delights!
Having cooled down with a bracing immersion into the cool pool, once again wrapped in our warmed bathrobes, we were taken to our room. Two massage tables about six feet apart, we were too enjoy the experience together. It was a soft relaxing atmosphere, quiet background music and an aroma that just lightly emanated through the room, a soft perfume complementing the entire atmosphere; it was all so aphrodisiacal, so enticing, relaxing.
As I sat on the side of the table Susan told me I could leave my G-string on if I wished... I laughed as I responded "Oh, that's long gone, but thanks!" Susan smiled approvingly, adding a flutter of the eyebrow as she did so; it was just so cute! Holding a warm towel around me I was instructed to remove my robe and lay down on my back.
Sitting at my head on a high stool Susan's amazing and long fingers began to massage my face and my scalp. "Mmm," the feeling instantly made one fall into a repose of total relaxation. Steadily my scalp and face was soothed and caressed in a manner I had never hitherto experienced from a therapist. I was in heaven, entranced, and we had only just started...
Moving to my side, but never taking a hand from me, Susan lightly lifted the covering towel and had me roll onto my face. "I'm going to uncover your back now, but if you feel at all cool, please just let me know." I mused to myself: Cool, cool? Oh honey I was too relaxed to feel anything else but cool!
Susan commenced her massage by simply gliding her hands over the skin of my back and shoulders, just a light touch of my skin, I felt a light shiver and Goosebumps, each immediately dissipating as she now poured warm oil down the entire length of my spine. A tingle of pleasure ran through me as her hands now proceeded to spread it across me, massaging, lulling me into an even deeper state of pleasure...
