Tom And Annie At The Spa

TOM AND ANNIE AT THE SPA

"Hey, I found this online ad for a hotel and spa that sounds interesting. They call themselves "a retreat for adults" and it looks really nice, based on the pictures on their website. Why don't we take off work next Friday and go? It's only a few hours away."

Annie looked at Tom and smiled. "O.K., that sounds good. We haven't gotten away in awhile."

Annie was a 30 year old Korean American. She and Tom, who was 31, had met and fallen in love in college, and he had proposed right after graduation. Her parents objected at first to her marrying a Caucasian, and told her she should marry a good Korean man. However, Tom clearly made her happy and they came to see that he was good for her—his outgoing nature and confidence drawing her out of her quiet, shy shell. For her part, she reined him in when he was going overboard about something. Her parents eventually gave their blessing, and Tom and Annie had been happily married now for 4 years.

The next Friday after a 3 hour drive they arrived at the hotel/spa and checked in. The front desk clerk was very pleasant, and advised them of the hours of the restaurant, bar and pool, and of other amenities available at no extra charge. He added that bathing suits were optional at the pool, and that most guests just covered themselves with a towel. He also told them that each guest was provided a

yukata

, a Japanese robe of light, unlined cotton, and in keeping with the relaxed atmosphere of the resort, they were encouraged to wear the robe throughout the grounds, including in the restaurant and bar. He then smiled and said that many guests didn't bother to wear anything under the robe. Annie was a little taken aback by the clothing optional policy and the bit about the robes, but it seemed harmless. Besides, she intended to wear her suit to the pool and clothes under the robe.

Tired and stiff from the long car ride, Tom and Annie decided to avail themselves of one of the amenities the clerk had mentioned: massages. They strolled over to the spa building, which housed a gym and steam room in addition to the massage area. In a short time they were each laying naked on a table, covered only by a towel. They were in the same room, but there was a curtain between their tables. Annie was self-conscious and nervous about being naked but for the large towel, but she told herself that it was o.k. because her masseuse would be a woman. She was startled and uneasy, therefore, when a man walked in, introduced himself as Quincy and said that he would be giving her the massage.

Annie clutched the towel to her body and stammered that she would prefer a woman massage her. Quincy politely but firmly dismissed her request, saying that he had massaged many women and that she should just relax. He took hold of the towel and told Annie to turn onto her stomach. Feeling intimidated and not wanting to make a scene, Annie rolled over as Quincy held the towel over her body. He then moved to the head of the table, pushed the towel down to her waist and began working on Annie's neck and shoulders. As he did, he asked if they had driven to the spa. When Annie said they had, and that it was about a three hour trip, Quincy commented that after sitting that long, she really needed a massage. He had spread a lotion on her that had a warming affect, and his hands felt good. Annie began to relax.

Tom was having a similar experience. He was surprised when a woman who said her name was Erica appeared and said that she would be giving him the massage. Unlike Annie, however, Tom wasn't concerned—he was just a little self-conscious about being covered only by a towel. When Tom had turned onto his stomach, Erica moved to the head of the table and began rubbing his neck and shoulders.

Quincy had moved to the side of the table. Annie suddenly tensed when she felt Quincy's hands slide under the towel, pour lotion on her and begin to rub her hip and bottom. "Oh, no—I don't think you should..."

Quincy cut off her objection. "You were sitting for a long time, so it's important to get the blood circulating through your gluteus muscles. It's o.k.—just relax."

It actually felt good as his fingers dug into her and the warmth spread, and again Annie didn't want to create a scene, so she dropped her head back down to the table and tried to relax. A moment later he spread her ass cheeks and dug his fingers into her crack. Annie gasped and then bit her lip to keep from moaning as his fingers brushed her anus. Then she felt him rubbing the lotion into her thighs, and her breathing began to return to normal as he worked his way down her legs.

Erica was massaging Tom's thighs when her fingers suddenly brushed his balls. Startled by what he thought was an unintentional touching, he cried out "Oh!" As she continued lightly touching and brushing his balls, he was shocked to realize that she was doing it intentionally, and he couldn't help moaning quietly. She moved to his legs and as she worked her way down them he relaxed again.

Annie had rolled onto her back, making sure the towel covered her from her chest down to her thighs. Quincy stood at the head of the table and applied lotion to the area just below Annie's neck. He rubbed it in and then slipped his hands under the towel and began rubbing the lotion into her breasts. Annie cried out "Oh!" and grabbed at his wrists, but Quincy continued to massage her breasts. "No! No! You shouldn't..."

Quincy calmly said "It's o.k. It's important to get good blood flow into your breasts to help carry away toxins—just relax."

Between his gentle but stimulating touch and the warmth of the lotion, Annie felt like she was melting. When he began brushing her nipples with his palms Annie gasped, clenched his wrists harder, but then let go. As her arms dropped limply to the table Annie moaned loudly, to her great shame and embarrassment.

Tom had turned onto his back as well, and was staring glassy-eyed at the ceiling with his mouth open as Erica stroked his stiff cock with one hand as she played with his balls with the other. When he had first rolled over Erica had stood at the head of the table and leaned forward to massage his chest. As she did so her soft, bra-less breasts had pressed and rubbed against Tom's face. That seemingly innocent but erotic act had caused his cock to rise up, much to Tom's embarrassment. Erica, however, had simply moved to the side of the table and worked on his hips. Then she had begun massaging his groin, before firmly seizing his stiff cock and beginning to stroke it. Tom heard Annie's moan and briefly wondered what was going on on the other side of the curtain before groaning himself as Erica squeezed his cock.

Quincy had worked his way down Annie's body and was now digging his thumbs into her crotch, right where her legs joined her torso. Then he began using his fingers to alternately squeeze her labia together and then to stretch them apart. Annie had quit protesting and forgotten about her modesty. Now she just moaned softly and continuously, desperately wanting his fingers in her pussy. She raised her hips in invitation, and he obliged by pushing two fingers into her very wet tunnel. He began twisting them and moving them back and forth, while at the same time rubbing her anus with his thumb, threatening to penetrate her there as well. Tom never touched her there, and just the thought of having her ass penetrated sent a flash of heat through her. Then the orgasm that had been building so long finally hit. She bit her lip to keep from crying out but shuddered violently, then sighed with satisfaction and her body relaxed.

At almost the same time Tom's cock erupted, shooting large wads of cum onto his chest and stomach. He grunted loudly and then slumped back against the table. He was embarrassed, but Erica simply smiled and cleaned him with a wet cloth. Then she wished him a good day and left the room.

Tom and Annie walked slowly and quietly back toward their room, each lost in their own thoughts about what they had just experienced. Tom felt guilty about what he had allowed Erica to do, but he also couldn't forget the moaning sounds Annie had made. Finally, Tom asked haltingly, "Did he...did you..."

Annie flushed and said quietly "Yes... I'm sorry, but I couldn't help it...he...it just felt so good..." Then she thought of the sounds she had heard. "Did you...?"

Looking embarrassed, Tom nodded and mumbled, "Yeah, I couldn't help it either." Neither of them said anything else, but Tom continued to struggle with his feelings about another man touching his wife and giving her an orgasm. It not only made him jealous, but to his surprise it also excited him. That mix of feelings confused him.

The next morning after breakfast Annie put on her two-piece bathing suit and robe and headed to the pool, while Tom went to the gym. They agreed to meet for lunch later. At the pool, Annie saw a number of people at one end. None of them were wearing a bathing suit. Instead, they simply had a towel wrapped around them, and as they got in the pool they would either drape the towel over their head or they simply dropped it on the pool apron, casually exposing their bodies in the process.

Annie went to the other end of the pool and sat on a ledge which ran around the entire perimeter of the pool, about 6 inches under the water. It was hard to resist looking at the people as they got in and out of the water. Some of the men had partial erections, and some of the women had large, pendulous breasts. After a few moments Annie made herself look the other way. A little while later she was enjoying the warmth of the sun and lost in a daydream when she heard someone approaching. When she turned she saw a woman wrapped in a towel. The woman smiled and said, "I'm sorry—I don't want to disturb you but I didn't want to be near that crowd at the other end of the pool."

As Annie said "That's o.k.—I understand," the woman dropped her towel and moved her feet until they were a little further apart than her shoulders as she raised her arms to put her hair into a ponytail. It was a stunningly sensuous, erotic pose, and Annie had the feeling that it was literally aimed at her—she was sure the woman was trying to excite her. Then the woman turned her back to Annie and slowly bent over from the waist to pick up her towel. Annie had a clear view of the woman's ass and her labia.

Shocked, Annie looked away, but the woman began talking to her, compelling Annie to look at her. She appeared to be in her late thirties—which would make her about 10 years older than Annie—was about five feet eight in height and 135 pounds or so, Annie guessed. She couldn't help but stare at the woman's breasts. They were large and full, with dark areolas and large nipples that were standing out like eraser tips at the moment.

The woman placed her towel on the edge of the pool, slipped into the water and took a seat on the ledge close to Annie. She introduced herself as Helen, and Annie told her her name. The women began to chat, and Helen seemed very pleasant. Annie, however, was distracted by Helen's bare breasts and had to keep forcing herself to look at Helen's face as they talked instead of her chest. She was only partially successful. Helen was saying that she and her husband, Roger, owned a skin care products company when she suddenly laughed. She had caught Annie looking at her chest once again. Annie's face turned red.

"You don't need to be embarrassed about looking at my body—I think it's only natural to be curious about others and to want to look at them." As she said this she reached out and touched Annie's shoulder. Then she touched Annie's cheek and said, "You have really nice skin. Are you using sunscreen? We make some that's really good. I used it before I came to the pool." With that she took Annie's hand and placed it on her breast. "See? I don't feel greasy, right?" As she said this she moved Annie's hand, so that Annie was rubbing her breast, including her nipple.

Flustered, Annie pulled her hand away, stood up and stammered "I...uhh...have to go..." She grabbed her towel and walked rapidly to the locker room. Once there she took off her bathing suit and walked into the showers. There were no private stalls; there were just 10 or 12 shower heads in a large, open room.

Annie was reaching for the soap dispenser when she felt hands rubbing soap into her back. Startled, Annie started to turn around but was pushed and held against the wall by a hand in her lower back. Then she heard Helen say "I'll wash you." Annie protested, but Helen's left hand moved down Annie's back and began rubbing her bottom. Helen leaned in close and said, "Relax and enjoy it. I'll make you feel good."

The pressure on Annie's back eased but before Annie could move away Helen wrapped her left arm around Annie's chest, her hand closing over Annie's right breast. Annie could feel Helen's soft, pillowy breasts pressing against her back, and then she felt Helen's right hand playing with her little thatch of pubic hair. That hand moved down and rubbed Annie's folds. Trapped by the stronger, heavier woman, Annie pleaded, "No...No don't..." Suddenly Helen nibbled on Annie's ear and at the same moment thrust two fingers into Annie's vagina. Annie gasped loudly and then moaned as Helen moved her fingers.

Feeling like she had been skewered Annie rose up on her tiptoes, trying desperately to escape those fingers. With her mouth right against Annie's ear and her fingers sliding up and down inside Annie, Helen said "Feels good, doesn't it? Yeah, I think you like that, don't you little one?"

Annie gasped, "No! No! Please..." But then Helen began rubbing her thumb over Annie's clit. Annie's eyes went wide and she quit protesting, instead just moaning loudly. Helen laughed quietly and pushed her fingers deeper.

"That's it...just ride the wave and enjoy it." Helen began to dig her fingers into Annie's breast, then relax them, then dig them in again over and over, like a cat "making bread" with its paw. "You have nice little tits. Firm and yet soft at the same time. They're small, but there's enough to play with. My husband would love them—he's a real breast man."

Annie's moans had become louder and higher pitched as the wave began to reach its crest. She couldn't believe she was going to have an orgasm literally at the hands of another woman. Suddenly two women walked into the shower room, talking quietly. They stopped and stared as they saw Helen and Annie.

Helen pulled her fingers out of Annie in a slow, deliberate fashion and casually stepped back. Unconsciously Annie whined in obvious disappointment at being denied her climax, then flushed bright red when she realized not only that she had made the sound, but that the women had heard her. As the women laughed and Helen smirked she gathered her strength and fled back to her locker on shaky legs. Quickly pulling on her robe, she wadded up her bathing suit and stuffed it in her pocket, then walked rapidly out of the building.

Annie walked without noticing her surroundings or where she was going. She was ashamed that she had almost had an orgasm because of another woman, and embarrassed that other women had seen her getting finger fucked. And yet, she had to admit to herself that she enjoyed Helen's touch and even her forcefulness—it was a level of passion she hadn't felt with Tom in a long time. She also, most surprisingly, had to admit that she was attracted to and excited by Helen's strong, ripe body. All of this left her feeling confused and slightly disturbed.

At some point Annie had entered the main building, but she hadn't been in this part before. She had come to the end of a long hallway, facing a door marked "Playroom." Curious, she opened the door and stepped into the room. She had expected to see billiard and ping pong tables; instead she saw strange things, the purpose of which she didn't immediately realize. There were large wood beams in the shape of an "X" set into the wall across the way, a large wooden barrel laying on its side, and something that resembled a merry-go-round horse. Off to her right was an examination chair like those found in a gynecologist's office. It seemed jarringly out of place. Then she noticed two things: all of the objects had leather cuffs attached to them, and a rack on the wall to her left held a variety of whips, floggers and leather crops, along with some other things she didn't recognize.

Annie stared at everything for a minute, and then had a horrifying realization. The cuffs were meant to hold people to the objects while the whips and other instruments were used on them. Suddenly feeling scared and shaken, Annie quickly left the room.

As dinnertime approached it was still warm, so Tom and Annie just wore their underwear under their robes when they went to dinner. Annie felt a little strange doing so, but she knew from the number of boxers and bras she had seen as people moved or sat that many people enjoyed the hotel's relaxed attitude about clothing. As they walked to dinner she enjoyed the freedom and comfort of wearing so little, and also enjoyed the slightly naughty feeling it gave her.

The dining room was busy, but after a wait of a few minutes they were seated. A little while later they had just been served some wine when Helen and a man that Annie knew must be her husband suddenly appeared at their table. Helen said "Hi! We're sorry to disturb you, but they say it will be at least a half hour before a table is available and I'm starving. May we please join you?" Seeing Tom's puzzled expression, she added "Oh, I met Annie at the pool earlier today. We had a nice time, didn't we Annie?" Looking back at Tom Helen smiled and said, "By the way, I'm Helen and this is my husband, Roger."

Surprised and disconcerted, Annie stammered "Umm...uh...yes, please join us" and hoped Helen didn't talk about what had happened that morning. To her relief, Helen talked about the shopping she had done that afternoon and then asked Annie what kind of work she did. Meanwhile, Tom and Roger discovered that they shared a couple of interests, including poker. Through the rest of dinner they regaled each other with stories of poker games they had won and lost.

As they finished eating Roger said to Tom "Why don't we play some poker? We can get cards in the bar."

Tom replied "No, sorry—I don't have any cash on me."

Roger responded "Let's play for stakes more interesting than money—two out of three hands, the winner and his wife get to take the loser and his wife to the Playroom."

"What's the "Playroom"?", Tom asked.

"Oh, it's just a room where adults can play with each other," Roger said vaguely.

Annie was horrified, and begged Tom not to agree. Seeing how upset Annie was, Tom declined. Roger said, "I understand. If you don't have confidence in your poker skills..." He let the statement trail off, but then made a couple of other comments. With his pride wounded and his judgement clouded by the wine he had consumed with dinner, Tom suddenly agreed to play. Annie begged him not to, but he brushed her off and told her it would be o.k.

They adjourned to the bar. Roger got a deck of cards from the bartender and they took a table in a corner, with the women sitting together but back a ways from the table. Neither Tom nor Annie realized Helen could see Tom's cards from where she sat, nor did they see the subtle signals she gave Roger as the men began to play.

In twenty minutes it was all over; Tom had lost two games. Roger smiled broadly and stood up. "Well, let's go get you two ready, shall we?" They all went back to Roger and Helen's room. Once inside, Tom and Annie just stood there, slightly confused and uncertain as to why they were there. Helen went to a bag sitting on the bed. A moment later as Helen pulled something out of the bag and turned toward Tom, Roger suddenly pulled Tom's arms behind his back. Before Tom could react, Helen fastened leather cuffs on his wrists. Tom started to protest loudly but Helen quickly shoved a red rubber ball gag into his mouth and fastened the strap tightly behind his head.