Standing under the steamy water in the shower, I was excited for my day ahead. A random Wednesday in July, and instead of heading to work, I had a far more appealing agenda. When my girlfriends presented me with a spa voucher for my birthday last week, I wasted no time booking the earliest available slot, and informing work I would not be in today.

I use fragrant scrub all over, before a quick shave, not that I think the therapists will care or even notice. But anyway, my skin feeling soft and silky smooth always makes me feel my best. The warm water cascading over my neck and shoulders, down over my breasts, the vanilla scent of my favourite body products surrounding me... Suddenly I'm turned on. My hands glide over my breasts, my nipples erect. I'm so tempted to let my hands continue down my body. But that will have to wait. It's been quite a while anyway, another day won't make much difference I suppose.

Keeping an eye on the time, I finish up and wrap myself up in a towel. No need to apply makeup, so once I'm dressed I'll be ready to go. Pulling on my comfiest tracksuit, I clip my hair up and slip on some sandals, heading downstairs. The house is empty, my husband left for work hours ago. He isn't even aware of special treat today, since the kids grew up we've been talking less and less. I hope that changes, we have wonderful memories and I do still love him.

Arriving at the Spa, I'm entranced at how luxurious it looks. The wine coloured velvet sofa I sit on to fill out forms, the chandelier hanging from the double height ceiling, the grand old staircase in dark wood.... Opulence! That was the word. The serene receptionist led me to a room. A private sauna, to relax and unwind before the deluxe full body massage I had selected. Stripping off my clothes, leaving just my thong, I wrapped a fluffy white towel around my body. Wow, so soft. Definitely time to update my towels at home! Sitting down, I let my head rest against the panelled wall, the heat making me drowsy. I must have nodded off, I jerk awake to the sound of a door opening. I am surprised to see a man standing there, wearing the same sharply cut uniform as the receptionist. I had just assumed the massage therapist would be female. He strikes me as very handsome, his dark hair and beard streaked with silver, the visible skin on his arms covered in tattoos. I smile, before realising my towel had fallen open as I dozed. Embarrassed, I pulled it tight around myself. But, bless him, he remained totally professional, and simply said "Hello madam, please follow me" and disappeared through an interconnecting door. Blushing, and holding the towel very tightly, I padded after him in the complimentary slippers.

The room is dimly lit, soft music plays, the massage therapist introduces himself as Sean and invites me to lie on the table. He leaves the room as I climb on and lie on my front, and I arrange my towel over my bottom. Sean returns, "I can see you have selected our deluxe massage, I will cover most areas of your body, anything painful or uncomfortable, just let me know and I'll move on. I hope you enjoy." He removes the towel, which makes me tense but just as quickly I feel a light sheet drawn over me. "Please relax Madam" Sean murmurs, and I can hear him squeezing oil onto his hands. Coming to stand at my head, his hands feel warm and solid on my shoulders. Pressure, release, pressure, release. Feels so good. Fingers raking up my neck. I so needed this.

Stroking, rubbing, squeezing down my arms, my hands, my fingers. Back to my shoulders, down to my armpits, moving down my back. I can feel the tension leaving me, it's wonderful. Sean uncovers one buttock, I don't feel too exposed though. Feeling his hands knead and pinch and smooth my skin and aching muscles, I'm barely awake! He continues down my leg, first my thigh, then my calf, then my foot. Heaven! Moving on to my other foot, he works his way from that foot all the way up to uncover my other ass cheek. The sheet is gone. Sean places both hands on my lower back and glides them down, when he reaches my thigh, he pushes his hands back up, and repeats that, my butt has never felt so relaxed! On the next push back up, his thumbs move sideways, separating my cheeks briefly. Slightly alarmed, my eyes snap open. He carries on, and I feel a rush of desire through me. I'm so relieved I'm face down, how embarrassing if he could see the flush creeping over my face and neck. My nipples have hardened too.

"Turn over, please Madam" .... I lie still, frozen, thinking 'what the fuck'... Sean places a hand on my shoulder as if to wake me. "Turn over please" he repeats, as if it was no big deal. Feeling reckless, I roll onto my back, no doubt that I'm bright red. But he's hot and I haven't had sex in months! What harm can a fun little memory do, this time I can surreptitiously watch him as he massages me - something to add to my fantasies. The sheet has been discarded totally, I'm lying there completely naked. I'm very aware of my dark pink, hard nipples, my bare tummy, my small bush, all on display. Sean is such a professional, he is cool and capable, returning to stand at my head to massage my face. Then my head, then running his fingers through my hair, over and over.

Sean lifts my arms above me, arranging my hands under my head, and begins massaging my armpits deeply. Feels heavenly. So relaxing. Then my neck, my decolletage and suddenly his hands are on my bare breasts, softly squeezing them.

My eyes fly open and I audibly gasp - Sean smiles serenely and says "Ssssshhhh. Full body massage. Relax and enjoy." My thoughts are racing, I have never experienced a massage like this, is it allowed?? But I can't deny the pleasure as his hands caress every inch of my G cups. It's been so long since they were touched by hands that weren't my own... My nipples are trapped between his middle fingers as he increases the pressure. It feels like teeth lightly nipping me... And that's one of my favourite things for my husband to do...

Another thought strikes me, and if Sean was able to see the alarm on my face he might have stopped instantly! But he was bent over me, kneading my tits like a baker making bread. 'FULL body??' I thought desperately. He can't mean... 'Oh my goodness, is this-... Am i-.... Is he going to touch me EVERYWHERE?!?' My heart is racing, my breathing is fast...

Sean notices, and again smiles serenely. "Relax and enjoy. If anything is painful or uncomfortable in any way, just let me know and I WILL stop." He moves to my side, strong hands stroking my tummy, my sides. I don't believe I've ever had a funny massage before, wow, it feels so good. His hands glide down over my hips, begunning to massage my thighs, my calves, my feet. I drift a little, lost in the relaxation.

The next thing I remember is Sean lifting my foot to bend my legs at the knee. He does the same with my other leg. Standing beside me, he places a hand on each knee. Glancing up at me, he asks if I am comfortable continuing. I make a split second decision, I nod mutely, hardly able to believe what I just agreed to! Sean gently pushes my legs apart, I don't resist, I let them fall to the side. I close my eyes, I can't watch. I feel a hand softly stroke my bush, the hinges of my legs, almost tickling me. I can feel the blood rush between my legs, as he continues stroking me. Then he places his flat palm onto me, fully covering my pussy, the warmth feels amazing. After he doesn't move for a minute or two, I open my eyes, Sean shakes his head and smiles 'Relax." I close my eyes, his hand begins to move, still flat, massaging the entire area. Wow. He adjusts his hand, now his palm is resting directly above my clit - when he starts moving me in circles, the hood moves all over my clit. It's hard not to sigh in pleasure, mmmmm.

I feel his fingers pause at my entrance, giving me a chance to stop him. I'm too far gone, it's been too long, I need this orgasm that's building up inside me! Gently, he enters me, easily, I can feel just how wet I am. So slowly, I can feel sensations I've never felt before. His fingers explore inside me, his other hand pushes the skin around my clit back and forth, still no direct touch. His fingers land on my G-spot, pushing, pressing, at the same time his hand pulls back my mound, completely exposing my swollen clit, he lightly pinches it between finger and thumb, still not directly touching it. He is so gentle, barely moving the skin around it as I get used to the pressure, all while his hand inside me continues nudging my G-spot. My climax is building, Sean finally places a thumb directly onto my clit, pushing it up and down, side to side. I can feel the pressure gathering inside me, like a balloon is expanding, waves of pleasure flowing down between my legs, like a tsunami gathering water.....

Then it happens, a tidal wave of pleasure flowing outwards, in every direction through me. The waves just keep coming, Sean expertly places his hand over my entire pussy again, aware that I'm too sensitive for clitoral stimulation right now. As the sensations die down, I am left floating on air, barely able to form a cognitive thought. After a few minutes, Sean's voice pierces my consciousness with a single word.... "Another?"

It didn't cross my mind to refuse, I silently nodded, as his thumb began drawing light circles on my clit, a feather light touch. Sensing my second orgasm approaching, Sean increases his speed but not the pressure. My hands are gripping the side of the table, I'm already so close. Once again I feel it, expanding inside me until it bursts, pure ecstacy exploding through me. Sean's hand covers me again.

I can barely catch my breath, I'm holding my head with my hands, I'm tingling all over, floating, could be on another planet!

"Another?"

"Absolutely not!" There's no way I could.

Sean chuckles softly, and places a sheet over my panting body. "Please take your time, no rush. You may leave through that door to collect your personal items. Still smiling, he waves a hand in farewell as he exits through a second door.

Still I can barely think straight! 'oh my fucking god, what did I just do?!' is one of the many thoughts whirling around in my head. I sit up, and clutch the bed suddenly lightheaded. I want to get out of here as soon as possible, so I stumble to the door, closing it behind me and sinking down onto the bench. Struggling into my clothes, flustered, I just want to get back to the safety of my car. I rush pass the receptionist, before doubling back to breathlessly ask for a treatment list - in my head I'm wondering what on earth I selected earlier!

Back in my car, I read the description, no, definitely no mention of ANYTHING that could be construed as what I can only describe as a happy ending! Actually two!! My brain is racing, I glance sideways only to spot Sean watching me from a window, arms folded. He winks!

I slam the car into gear and drive off, my cheeks flaming. I will NEVER admit this to anybody, NEVER!!