I tossed the coupon on the living room table. Free session at the new city spa: sauna, jacuzzi, full works. Curiosity won. My body’s toned, tanned, 35 and turning heads. But fat guys and gossip? Nah. Still, I felt drained. Needed vigor.
Stepping in, dim lights, soft music. Serene. Hostess smiles. ‘Perfect timing, almost empty.’ First time. She suggests hot bubbling bath, then massage. I strip in the locker, slide into the massive jacuzzi. Water scalds, then soothes. Bubbles massage every inch. Alone. Heat surges. Heart pounds. Legs spread wide on the edge. Waves lick my pussy. It throbs. Fingers itch to dive in. Breath quickens. So close.
The Fever
‘Ready for massage?’ Voice snaps me back. Panic. Young woman in white coat at the door. Saw everything? Mortified, I bolt out. Dripping. She drapes a towel over my shoulders. Her scent intoxicating. Hands gentle, drying me. Weird spark.
‘I’m Vanessa. Follow me.’ Her body’s killer: endless legs in sky-high heels, blouse barely hiding perfect ass. What the fuck? Heat’s messing with me. Never craved a woman.
The Blaze
On the table, face down. Two blouse buttons undone—lace bra, full tits peeking. Oil drizzles down my back. Her hands magic. Neck, shoulders loosen. Fingers trail spine, lower. Ass cheeks part slightly. Oil floods my crack, soaks my slick pussy. Flanks grazed, breast edges teased. Waves of heat pulse. Eyes shut. Old jacuzzi fire reignites. Heart hammers. She’s not stopping.
Fever builds. Skin burns. Pulse races. Urgency grips me.