The day had ground her down into the bed she was comfortably laying in. The soft pillow caressed her golden light hair as her blue eyes were closed in what would have been a perfect position for sleep. That is if she wasn't in that weird state of mind where fatigue and awareness collided, which made it difficult to concentrate on one or the other. The never ending war kept her mind firmly in place while the softness of the pillows and the foam of the mattress tried desperately to pull her conciseness into the easiness of sleep.
Finally the mind had won the battle. As she laid there in the comfort of her hotel room, she began to let her thoughts roam freely as the rabbits tend to do in any field. Playful and full of life, not concentrating on the dangerous movements that could occur if one allowed it to. She first started with work, and how the travel of being a lecturer had slowly began to wear her down. Constantly moving around from hotel to hotel, never feeling that safety of cup of coffee made in her coffee pot. Or the sounds of the house bustling around her, her husband touching her in his sleep. Oh how she missed his arms wrapped around her. And the controlled chaos of the house moving around with kids doing this or that, the soft high pitched yelp of the puppy that was chasing the kinds from room to room, mistaking their hurried last second dash to the room for that book they forgot to take to school, for a fun adventure filled run through the safe domain, wondering if the children had a surprise waiting for her in the room. She missed her little princess puppy.
And that brought her back to her husband for the third time. Although not the world's sexiest man, he did have a rugged handsomeness that was founded in his cheeks, and worked lower. He was average build and pale as a Scotsman in deep winter. She loved the way he held her in his arms, kissed her temples, gently rubbed her back. She missed his sometimes clumsy, but endearing ways to seduce her. His laughter was more than infectious, and she could feel the love for him slowly burning inside of her again, which raised other thoughts as well.
Grudgingly she turned her head to see what time it was. The bright red numbers looking back at her told her how much she should hate them. It felt like it was midnight, only to be told it was nine thirty. She thought maybe he would be awake, and longed for his voice. She picked up her cell and hit the call button. Four short rings later his voice came on telling anyone who wanted to buy advertising to leave a message and he would return it as soon as possible. She left a short message, but a deep heart felt one. She then asked herself the inevitable question, now what?
She padded to the bathroom of the hotel and went into the bathroom. The hotel offered a few amenities, and maybe she should take advantage of them she thought as she started her shower. The hot rain hit her skin sending little pricks of pleasure into her muscles, and at times she felt like her being. She stood there, hot water draining away the stress, and the hormones her husband made her feel became more rampant. She smiled to herself as she thought about how lucky she was to have a man who could make her smile without even being there with her, and more incredibly after the time they had invested in each other.
She felt her arousal beginning to float through her, starting at her inner most places and moving through her belly, and in to her mind. Her thoughts became more and more sensual, and the longing the wanting became deeper still. The hunger began to grow, and as much as she craved release it just wasn't the same without her mate to be there with her. So reluctanltly she stopped the rain and climbed out of the shower. She felt more relaxed but yet more tense. She wished she had something to take her mind off of things.
She began to look around the room for something, anything, that would redirect her mind. There was not much in the way of furnishings, but the room was comfy. She opened the nightstand drawer and found it to be vastly empty. She went over to the fridge only to find that there wasn't much in there either. She began running through the checklist of things that were offered at the hotel that could be useful. She couldn't settle on anything and that's when she saw it, a small flier attached to her copy of the rooms check in information. The yellow paper stood out against the whiteness of the room charter that was pleasing and very subtle. She picked up both pieces of paper and looked at the yellow one with a growing interest. As she read it, she became more intrigued and the better it sounded. It was a coupon for twenty percent off of a massage from a licensed therapist. The idea was calling to her.
Of course if she did such a thing she would demand a woman to massage her, especially seeing as the ad indicated that her masseuse would come to her room for her. Her one hesitation was that the company that provided the massage was not directly incorporated with the hotel, but if the hotel and thought they were unrepeatable, she was sure they wouldn't have attached the coupon. She stared at the number for a long time, picked up her phone, and stared at it some more. There was nervousness in side of her that almost was saying this could be wrong. Finally she gave in and dialed.
For some reason she was surprised when the woman answered the phone. The ladies voice was deep and not pleasant to listen too. After the introduction she stated that she would like to receive a massage, and she had her coupon. The other lady was kind, but straight forward. She said there would be an additional charge for the lateness of the appointment and that her masseuse would be there shortly.
She cut in before the receptionist could hang up, specifically asking for a woman to do the massage. The receptionist assured her that her safety was taken in to consideration, and that her request would be met. After hanging up, she felt nervous, almost queasy. She had never done anything like this. Such a gamble, such as inviting a complete stranger in to touch her was a completely foreign idea to her. She almost picked the phone up and canceled several times. She had the phone in her hand and had her finger ready to hit the call button when a knock came at her door.
The moment of truth was at hand, would she let this woman come in and release the tension of this day, or would she chicken out. In that second thought it dawned on her that she could be missing out on so much if she wasn't so afraid all the time. Another loud knock disturbed her thought, and without thinking more on it she reached out and grabbed the handle of the door. As it swung open she almost closed it again.
Before her stood a man, a little shorter than herself with piercing green eyes and a very warm smile. His goatee was a fiery red color and his smile was broad. He wasn't built, but seemed like he had a solid frame. When he reached out to shake her hand, she was surprised at how loose his grip was.
"Hello, I'm Fredrick, nice to meet you, are you ready for your massage?" he said to her in a quick and somewhat accented tone. She couldn't figure out what it was, but she knew she was upset.
"I'm sorry, I know you came up here and all but I asked for a female masseuse. I'm sorry but I cannot let you in."
Fredrick paused for a second and then his smile returned.
"No problem. I will just inform them you refused service and it will be added to your bill. Have a nice night mam." He said and turned to go
"What? What do you mean it will be charged to my bill?"
"Well, I have been delivered to your room, for a massage, that you are now refusing. So I'm afraid that I have to add a delivery fee, as well as a canceled appointment fee, plus...."
"Alright, you can massage me, just no funny business."
"Of course, my lady. I am a true professional. Why don't you get comfortable, and I shall wait in the bathroom until you call for me." With that he walked into the bathroom, and shut the door.
She couldn't believe that she was about to let a stranger, let alone a man, touch her naked body. She walked over to the bed and laid face down her head kind of off the bed, she could feel the edge pushing against her throat. She shimmed her robe off her shoulders, and down to the small of her back. She felt that was enough exposure, and then called for Fredrick. He came out of the bathroom, carrying oils, and scents that were already pleasing to her senses. He had removed his coat, and long sleeved shirt and now had on a black tank top. He walked over to her quietly and with purpose. He knelt down so that he could look her in the eye.
"So what areas have been giving you the most trouble?" he asked, as he looked into her eyes. For a moment she was speechless. This man reminded her of her beloved back home in so many ways. She had totally forgotten the question as her belly began to get warm again.
"I take it by your silence that you need a lot of tension relief. I am here for just that. Close your eyes, and enjoy."
With that, he grabbed one of the oil bottles, and began to warm the oil in his hands. His hands were surprisingly strong, and he touched her in a very respectful manner. He started in soft circular strokes on her back working her knots around her spine and shoulder blades. It felt weird to her to have someone touching her in this manner, but soon her defenses were worn down and she began to relax a little.
As she felt herself giving into the pleasure of his hands, she began to feel the fire reignite. The warm sensation in her lower areas began to expand and she began to lose focus of what was going on. His hands hit her robe covered area, and a small moan escaped her lips. It caught her so off guard her eyes came open, but as soon as his hands retreated back up to the small of her back, she closed them again. She felt his hands were made from God himself as the tension and stress melted away. Her back felt as though all the cares of the world had been taken off of her, and placed into the ocean.
His hands left her body for a few moments to reapply more oil, and then she felt his hands on her feet. She had not even noticed him move down that direction she was so lost in the feeling of pleasure he was sending through her. His touch was strong and electric. Her feet felt the sting of stress fallowed by the release of pressure. This man was gifted. And he shared his gift with her openly as he began to work her calves, and then her knee joints. One moan then another rolled out of her, but this time there was no shock, no guilt, and no tension. Just shear animalistic pleasure. Then his hands found her thighs. Just the outside, but enough to make her squirm a little.
