Spa Day with My Boss

"Hey Kate, could you come in here for a minute?"

The request came from my supervisor Ryan, so I got up from my desk and made my way to his office. These meetings were almost always very unpleasant. Ryan is a 24 year old recent college grad that likely spent the whole five years drunk in a frat house, but since the owner happens to be Ryan's dad, we get to put up with him.

As I walked in the office, Ryan's gaze fell where it always does, to my chest. After being here almost a year, he doesn't even try to hide it anymore. Most of us have taken to wearing sweaters, or other types of tops that hide as much as possible.

"What are your plans this weekend," he asked me, almost with an actual hint of caring.

It must have caught me a little off guard, because instead of the usual excuse to avoid whatever beer fest party his friends were throwing, I told him the truth. "Jim is leaving tomorrow morning for a weekend golf trip with a few of his buddies, so its a weekend of relaxing and pampering myself," I told him pretty proudly.

Jim and I have been married for just over five years, and he goes on these golf trips two or three times a year. I usually take advantage of the time to get together with a few girlfriends for a girls night, but none of them were available this time, so some time to myself actually didn't sound too bad.

Ryan smiled, and said "perfect, I bought two passes to the new spa that opened up downtown and my plus one just cancelled on me, you interested?"

Either I was taking a very long time to answer, or he could see on my face that I was trying to figure out his game, because he started to clarify things a bit. "Look, I know I've been pretty immature, but I bought these passes really hoping to impress this new girl I've been going out with. If you want, you barely have to see me. We pick what services we want sometime after we arrive, and you can go the complete opposite way as me. The only time we need to see each other is at the start and end of the day. Pamper yourself for the day, on me."

I really couldn't see the downside, no matter how hard I tried, so I agreed to go. He told me that he would pick me up at 8:00 the next morning.

Ryan was actually on time the following morning to pick me up. I chuckled a bit as I walked out the door and saw him. He had on black athletic pants, a sleeveless t-shirt, backwards fitted hat, and aviator sunglasses, pretty much the standard uniform for a guy still trying to live out his college days despite living in the grown up world. He looked exactly how I figured he would away from work, cocky pretty boy in the expensive sports car his dad bought him as a graduation gift.

For me, I was in my typical weekend attire, black yoga pants, a long t-shirt that came down just past my butt, my brown hair up in a high pony tail with a pink narrow head band. I don't usually mind showing off a bit on the weekends, I just turned 30 but I go to yoga classes three times a week and the gym a couple blocks away the other three days a week, using Saturday as my rest day. While I know the inevitable is coming, my stomach is still pretty tight and my 34C breasts are still pointed in the right direction.

Getting in his car did nothing to change my mind of Ryan. Strong smell of cologne with the bottle sitting in the cup holder, loud music, and a gym bag just behind the driver's seat. Again, really fitting into a certain stereotype that I couldn't help but think he must be proud of at this point.

We pulled up to the spa, and the place looked amazing. A young man came over and assisted me out of the passenger side while another took Ryan's car to park it.

The reception area was immaculate, with a small fountain in the middle, a large chandelier overhead, and three desks for checking in instead of one long counter like a lot of these places have. We were immediately handed mimosas from a very professional looking, probably mid 40s blonde woman that introduced herself as Beth. She went over what our day would look like, a light breakfast, followed by choosing what services we would like, spend the next four hours being pampered before ending the day with two hours of massage. Sounded like the perfect day to me!

Beth led us into a large dining room, and I noticed that all of the tables were set around the outside of the room, with enough space between each that you felt like you had the place to yourself. Despite it's size, the room felt cozy, and the staff waited patiently on each person as if they were the only one there. This really was getting off to a great start, despite the company I was with.

After Beth left us, I looked at Ryan and told him how amazing the place was, and how it was too bad his date wasn't able to make it, she was really missing out. He smiled, "I'm happy you like it, not a lot of women would have taken me up on my offer to come today," he said, with what almost looked like a touch of sadness. Which was immediately replaced with that arrogant persona as two cute blondes walked by, causing Ryan to pop up and follow them, quickly catching up.

As he walked away with the two blondes, I got up and got myself some food. The spread was impressive and when I got back to the table, my drink had been topped off, and a list of available services was waiting at each of our spots. Ryan made his way back with a plate of food, bragging he was going to be finding those two again later.

While eating, a young host came over and took our lists of chosen activities, looking them over to be sure everything would work out. He gave a nod of approval and told us to enjoy the rest of breakfast and someone would come get each of us for our days to be started.

To say the day was amazing would be a huge disservice to this place. I spent the day getting a pedicure, manicure, complete facial, mud bath, and for my final service, an hour of the best hot yoga class I've ever taken. The hosts and hostesses were all young, attractive men and women that went above and beyond. Snacks, a light lunch, and the exact right timing of bringing me water and refilling my drink to keep me at almost a perfect light buzz all day. I really couldn't ask for much more, and made a note to myself to talk to my husband about regular trips here.

As my hot yoga class ended, a young hostess came and guided me to a changing room to prepare for my massage. She handed me a soft white towel and told me that I should remove all of my clothes, and wrap myself in the towel before coming exiting through a different door where she would be waiting for me. Once she stepped out, I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror. Despite the sweat I had worked up during my yoga session, I had to admit that the pampering had done wonders. My skin looked younger, my hair looked fantastic, and as I removed my clothes, the shimmer from the sweat I had worked up made my body look great. I even snapped a quick picture for Jim and sent it with a text that said, "AMAZING day at the spa so far, about to get my massage and then head home for a lonely night, if only I had someone to keep me company xoxo." He loved when I sent him nudes, and this one was going to drive him wild!

Once comfortably covered back up, I walked out of the dressing room and the hostess led me to a dimly lit room with a pair of massage tables in the middle, light music playing, and a large, glass surround shower with multiple shower heads. She led me to the shower and instructed me to go ahead and get cleaned up from the workout, and that my masseuse would be in shortly to get started. She then turned around and walked out.

I turned on the water, set it to a nice hot temperature, hung up my towel and got in. The water pressure was perfect and the hot water relaxed my muscles from the yoga session. I was enjoying it so much I didn't hear the door to the shower open.

I was shocked when I felt two large, strong hands start rubbing my shoulders. I turned quickly while covering myself with my arms, and saw the owner of those strong hands. He stepped back to give me space, knowing he surprised me. I was in awe staring at him. I looked in his dark eyes first, as they drifted over my naked body. His dark skin was glistening wet with the spray from the shower, making his muscular physique look like he was chiseled from dark brown stone. As my eyes lowered, I gasped, as his still soft manhood hung almost to his knees. I'm not sure I had ever seen one that big.

"Good evening Kate, my name is Sam," he said in a deep, soothing voice. "If it's acceptable to you, I will be your masseuse."

I couldn't speak, I was awestruck by this man that said he was going to be touching me. I nodded as he stepped back towards me. He lightly took hold of my arms and brought them down to my sides, exposing my full body to him. As I watched him guide my arms to my side, I caught myself thinking of my husband, and Sam being the first man to see me naked besides Jim since we first started dating nearly 8 years prior.

After bringing my arms down, Sam stepped back and let his gaze travel up and down my body. He smiled, saying appreciatively "Kate, you have a beautiful body," before sliding in behind me.

Sam started rubbing my shoulders, massaging away any stress I was feeling. He would occasionally rub down each of my arms, and around to my upper chest, while letting the hot water help wash away my tensions.

As his powerful hands kneaded into my shoulders and neck, I thought I felt him rub against me, his huge dick brushing ever so slightly against my butt. The second time it lingered a bit longer, and the third time longer still. It seemed like he was testing to see if I was ok with it. Feeling that I wasn't pulling away, he finally took a small step forward and let it slide into my crack, where he slowly rocked his hips, letting it glide up and down. About this time, he also let his hands slide over my shoulders, down my chest, to my breasts, where he started expertly massaging, pulling gently at my nipples as he took his hands away. I have to admit, a man playing with my nipples is my biggest turn on, and the way he did it, left me feeling like he was the only one that could make me happy again. As soon as his hands moved off of my breasts, I wanted to scream at him to put them back.

The image of his dark hands against my pale flesh was starting to make me wet, I had never been with a black man before, so the views and feelings were all so new. My pink nipples being lightly stretched in his fingers, and each muscle in his forearms glistening from being wet, my knees were getting weak at the thought.

As he picked up the intensity just a little with the rocking, I felt his dick getting harder between my cheeks, and his grip on my breasts turned from massage to pleasure, I found my right hand had moved down and was making slow circles on my clit. I guided my left hand to Sam's huge dick, and guided it between my legs, so that it rubbed my pussy as I rocked back and forth on it. I positioned it, so the tip was rubbing against my clit, as I slid back and forth along the shaft.

With the feeling of his dick between my legs, his hands working my breasts, and the warm water cascading down my body, I closed my eyes and laid my head back on his powerful chest. I moved my hand to cradle the end of his hard dick, keeping the large brown head right on my clit, inching me closer and closer to my building orgasm. I began picking up my speed, gliding back and forth, while his hands massaged my tits, squeezing them firmly, causing further pleasure to spread through my body.

The coming orgasm was seconds away, I could feel it, when I was brought back to reality by a familiar voice exclaiming, "HELL YEAH!"

To my absolute horror, I opened my eyes to see Ryan standing there, completely nude, slowly rubbing his now hard cock, while his masseuse started the other shower head in this stall. I have no idea how long he had been standing there watching, but judging by the size of his erection, he had seen plenty.

"What the f**k is going on here?!?!" was all I could manage to get out, still coming down from my near orgasm.

"Well when I booked the spa day, I booked the couples erotic massage for my date and I. I didn't realize the extent of the erotic part until I met up with Macy here," he said, gesturing to the nude blonde masseuse lathering soap between her hands. "I guess the couples erotic massage is pretty intense by the looks of it."

"This never leaves this building, understand!," I said, almost threatening him. He quickly agreed.

At that point, what was done was already done, Ryan had seen me in the full embrace of pleasure, a huge black dick sticking out between my legs as I moaned in pure joy, his hands working on my wet breasts.

I turned towards Sam, and put both hands on his chest as he looked down at me. I asked what was next, and he told me that this part of the massage is to build the sexual tension in the couple, and we could continue if I'd like.

I reached down and started slowly stroking his dick, feeling every vein that pushed out and rubbing the large brown head at the end. He chuckled a bit as I was in awe of it, telling me that while most women say size doesn't matter, once they see him, that goes out the window. I think I was now in that category. Jim wasn't small by any means, but he was not the largest I had been with, and certainly nothing like this. Even Ryan, across the way appeared to me to be bigger than Jim, though I would never tell him that.

I turned back around, and pulled his hands back to my chest, before positioning his dick back against my aching pussy. I needed him at that point and I'm not sure anything could have stopped me from getting what I needed.

Instead of closing my eyes, I looked over at Ryan and Macy, just a couple feet away from me, her stroking his cock, and him fingering her pussy. They were facing each other and seemed to be taken more by the passion, as their lips were locked in a deep kiss.

Watching them, I found myself being even more turned on that I had been before. I pressed Sam's head harder against my clit, and started rocking harder than I was before. Sam's dick was getting slick as my pussy was soaked, lubing him up as I slid, my orgasm building.

Ryan broke from his kiss with Macy, and she turned him to face me, reaching around from behind to stroke his dick. His eyes fixed on me, and mine on him. I bit my lower lip, as my orgasm was right there. My rocking got faster, and I kept pressing his dick harder against me, until I finally moved forward too far and pressed upwards a little too much, because as I rocked back, Sam's dick slid right in my soaking wet pussy.

I gasped at first, and tried to rock forward to slide it out, but it was so big, and felt so good, that I ended up just helping the angle, and rocked back, taking the whole thing in. As I stood there, letting him slide in and out, I felt the first wave rush over my body, pleasure like I've never felt before. The climax I had was stronger and longer than any I'd ever felt. Sam pushed into me and held my hips in place while I shook, letting out a couple muffled screams.

As I finished and opened my eyes, I was just in time to see Ryan's first rope of white cum, shoot from his dick and land on my stomach. The second shot was stronger, landing half on my left breast, and half in the center of my chest. His third and fourth landed on my legs and on the floor in front of me, before Macy released his dick and he leaned against the wall.

Sam pulled the shower head off the wall and used it to help me clean up, making sure to get every last drop of Ryan's cum off of me. He let his hands linger on my most sensitive parts longer than was really necessary, but there was no way I was stopping him.

Sam and Macy turned off the shower heads, and led Ryan and I to the two massage tables in the center of the room. Sam helped me onto mine, face down, and laid a warm towel over my backside. Macy laid Ryan down and did the same. Both Sam and Macy stayed nude, keeping the sexual tension in the air.

I closed my eyes, and buried my face in the hole in the headrest, caught somewhere between extreme shame and guilt for what I'd already done, but feeling so relaxed as this amazingly sexy man rubbed warm oils into my back. My nerves started getting the better of me, as I heard Ryan right next to me, moan ever so slightly as Macy worked her magic on his shoulders, causing me to casually look over. I hadn't really noticed up until now, but Ryan had a fairly muscular back and shoulders, not entirely unattractive to be honest. As I was looking over, Macy caught my attention, and motioned for me to come over.

Sam helped me to my feet and took my towel, leaving me completely nude again. Macy guided my hands to Ryan's back, and had me start massaging him. Sam stood next to me, and wrapped his powerful arm around me, pulling my ass back into him, landing his dick back in between my cheeks (turns out Sam is a butt guy and this move is his go to for his own pleasure). Macy drizzled oil onto Sam's dick so it glided up and down smoothly. She then took Ryan's hand, and guided it to my pussy. I tried shaking my head no, that it couldn't go that far with this arrogant asshole, but my eyes must have told her otherwise, as she put his hand between my legs, and guided his middle finger to my clit. He started swirling his finger around, still unaware that it was me that was rubbing his back and that he was fingering.

I didn't expect to be so turned on by his touch but a moan of pleasure escaped me, and he popped his head up to look. When he saw it was me he was fingering, his eyes got wide and he got a cocky smile on his face. I normally couldn't stand that look, or him staring at my chest, but I found myself longing for it now, and craving his eyes on me. He and Sam got into a rhythm with Sam's dick gliding between my cheeks, and Ryan's finger working my clit. Macy moved back to the other side of the table and pulled Ryan's towel off, turning him over onto his back. Macy took my hand and wrapped it around Ryan's hard cock, and started moving it up and down slowly.

I couldn't help but watch the light in the room glisten off my wedding ring as my hand slid up and down my boss's cock. Ryan obviously wasn't as big as Sam, but my fingers couldn't touch as my hand was wrapped around.

As I was stroking Ryan's cock, and he fingered my pussy, Macy stepped over and took Sam by the hand, pulling him towards the door, saying "our time here is done, you two have the room for another hour."

As the door closed, I again became very self aware, knowing this was just my boss and I, naked, pleasuring each other. I was about to break it off, knowing how wrong this was, until he actually looked me in the eyes and said, "God, you're sexy."

Apparently that's what I needed to hear, I bent over and took the head of his hard dick in my mouth, tasting the remnants of his cum shot in the shower and the salty flavor of pre cum as it started leaking out. I bobbed my head down, taking his entire length in my mouth, feeling the tip hit the back of my throat, and hearing his expressions of pleasure. I pulled it out, licked the underside of the shaft from the base to the tip, while making eye contact with him, and then swallowing it again, drawing a deep inhale from him.

His fingering got very sporadic while I sucked his dick, but I didn't mind, my whole focus was on pleasing him, and trying to exert some of my dominance over this arrogant prick. I kept him at the edge, knowing he wanted to cum, but slowing down just as he was ready to keep him at my mercy.

Finally, I stood up, and walked back over to my table, hopped up spreading my legs open for him, "my turn."

He quickly got up and walked over to me, burying his face in my neck, kissing his way down my chest. It seemed he was finally going to get what he has wanted the whole time I've known him, a chance to handle my bare chest. He went left first, kissing my entire breast before taking the nipple in his mouth. He gave it a harder nibble than I'm normally a fan of, but something about it from him turned me on even more.