The weekend that would change our lives.
Hi, Mary Turner 10am massage?
The young lady looked up from her desk at me,
"Oh hi Mrs Turner, yes I have you here. Would you prefer a male or female masseuse today? we have Mario or Louise on this morning."
"Louise please."
"No problem, if you take this towel and get undressed in room 7. Get comfortable on the table and Lou will be in in ten minutes ok."
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Myself and John had planned this weekend away without the kids for weeks, I was going to get pampered to within an inch of my life over these two days. The room was to die for and it had a huge bed that you virtually had to jump onto it because the mattress was so deep. His n hers sinks, a two foot deep bath, a shower cubicle nearly as big as our home bathroom! The place cost a small fortune but it was well worth every penny just to get away from three hormonal teenagers for a while. We would have full unrestricted use of all facilities because we had paid premium rates for our stay. It would be nice to be treated like a queen if only for two days. The first thing we did was look through the bedside brochure and booked the masseuse service, the spa, the pedicure, manicure, hair, nails, I was in heaven. John had golf Saturday at nine then we would meet up in the restaurant for lunch, sorted.
I was the big 4-0 next year and I was feeling down about it, John had always said I looked 29 but I think he was just being tactful with me, I could see the lines on my face appearing in the bathroom mirror. I still had my youthful figure and my boobs were still looking towards the sky so it was not all bad I suppose. We had a beautiful meal on the Friday evening and a few drinks in the hotel bar, I was quite surprised just how many youngsters were in there. Most couples were early to mid-twenties, we had never even thought of spa weekends at that age. Because the hotel had a lot of guests over this particular weekend and they were over subscribed for golf they had decided to run a handicap competition on the golf course. It would run alongside the not so serious players but as it was handicapped near all played. John had signed up online last week and as soon as we hit the bar he was up at the board to see who he was paired with. All players had nametags on the table below the list so they could see at a glance who they were playing with in the morning. It also was a great idea for ice breaking in the bar on our first night.
John was playing in a four, he was scanning the room for a Harry C, Paul T and a Sarah S. It was actually quite fun to guess who was who and soon players and spouses were chatting like old friends.
Tables in the restaurant were rearranged with permission and most golfers sat on tables with their new found friends. I am not into golf and was pleasantly surprised that Paul's wife Sandra although a few years my junior, we had a lot in common. We got on like a house on fire, Sarah's husband stuck out like a sore thumb because she was giving it to the boys about a woman kicking their asses in the morning. So we took him under our wings and soon the table had virtually split in half, the golf fanatics and us spouses. I was probably ten years or so the senior in our small group so the music talk was going straight over my head, I tried my hardest to steer the conversations into my realm when I could so I could keep up. But like I said it was myself and Sandra that just seemed to click, pretty soon we were laughing and joking like we had known each other since school days. It turned out that her and her husband were regulars here they come at least 4-5 times a year. She booked spa's and pampering sessions on her phone for the same times so we could see each other while the men did their thing.
John was in a great mood that night in our room and he got the benefit of my new lingerie although it didn't stay on me long enough for him to appreciate it properly.
The next morning as I was going into massage room 7 Sandra came into the gym reception.
"Hey Sandra I am having a sauna after the massage, fancy joining me?"
"Sounds perfect, see you in there in about 45 minutes."
The receptionist looked up saying,
"Good morning Mrs Townsend, you will be having Mario today he will be in to you in 5 minutes ok, room 6."
I noticed a smile come over Sandra's face as she was told that Mario was her masseuse today.
"Thank you Pauline, that sounds perfect too."
Sandra strutted off into room 6 grinning at me as she closed the door.
The room was clean with white painted walls and a massage table in the centre. A couple of sofa's and a tv next to a snack table with a door leading to a small room to change. I folded my clothes and hung my jeans on the hanger provided, wrapped the towel around myself and lay on the table. I was so relaxed that it startled me when I felt a presence next to me say,
"Hello Mrs Turner I am Louise, sorry to make you jump I think you were just drifting off to sleep. I will be giving you the relaxing full body massage experienc today."
"God yes, sorry I think I did drift off for a second."
"Well it has been known for quite a few clients to fall asleep during these sessions unless you want a deep tissue session?"
"No, no, just a soft soothing one for me please."
"Ok, can I remove your towel or do you wish it to remain over your buttocks?"
"No its fine you are the professional, you do as you see fit, I am quite literally in your hands."
"Good, now you just lay there and relax please Mrs Turner."
"Mary, call me Mary."
"Ok Mary, relax."
Louise warmed the oil on her hands and dribbled a small amount between my shoulder blades. Her warm hands started to feel around my neck and shoulders, light feather like touches with her finger tips kneading the oil into the top of my back. It felt divine. Her hands were so smooth and her magic had me drifting off again.
"Mary can I go a little deeper or do you prefer to stay like this?"
All I could manage was hmmmm. Her hands came around to my sides and dug a little into my ribcage and up to my armpits but not too hard, it was just right. She moved to the bottom of the bed after two or three minutes and started on my feet and calves.
"Oh I wish john could learn your foot-rub technique, that feels wonderful."
Just then I heard a squeal, then another.
"Sorry, that is your friend next door."
"Well Sandra is either having a great time or she is in agony," I laughed.
"The former probably, and maybe just a little of the latter." smiled Louise touching her forefinger to the side of her nose.
"My husband is very good at his job."
"Mario? Mario is your husband?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Oh, I see."
"Lay and relax Mary."
I put my head back down and her magic hands resumed on the backs of my knees and thighs, again I felt myself drifting away. I opened my eyes quickly as her finger tips started to drift up the insides of my thighs spreading my legs a little. She ran her hands from my ankles to my bum cheeks in swift movements lingering at my cheeks kneading the glutes. Louise dripped some more warm oil onto my bum crack, I could feel it trickle down into my more intimate areas and she ran her finger there to catch the oil.
An involuntary sigh escaped my lips as she slid the oil back up my bum crack to my lower back. I felt my pussy moisten immediately, no female had ever touched me there before. It shocked me that she did. Louise obviously thought nothing of it and continued to knead my glutes. I heard another squeal from the next room and I found myself wondering what was going on in there.
The daydream stopped as I felt those fingers again in my bum crack opening and closing my cheeks. My pussy was starting to leak now, I could feel it drip to the bed. Louise moved to the side and reached over me running her hands down my torso, just ever so slightly touching the sides of my breasts as she did. My breathing was getting more deep and rapid now as she continued the massage.
"Turn over please Mary."
