You had decided to spend the long weekend in a secluded hillstation - away from the smoke and pollution of the city. The festive rush had given way to massive workload which you desperately needed a break from. Finally, after having met (and exceeded) every deadline - you decided to fly away to the hills for the long weekend and disconnect from the virtual crescendo.

The resort was tucked away at the foothill of the mountains, not very conspicuous to the public eye. Luckily, they provided their patrons the facility to be picked up straight from the airport and dropped at the reception over the two hour drive through several hairpin bends. Man was that a sight! Lush green forests lined the narrow winding roads and the air almost tasted sweet! They provided you a welcome drink and even garlanded you on arrival, such was the warm hospitality of this hotel chain. Your massive suite was a testimony to what money can actually buy - the freedom to splurge on yourself. Finally, some me time - you thought to yourself as the valet dropped your luggage and closed the door behind him with a smile.

You got into the warm, rather hot shower and washed away the tiresome journey you just left behind. It was already late in the evening by the time you stepped out in your bathrobe, and not much could be seen from the gigantic French windows of your suite. That's when the thought suddenly struck! The hotel had an exclusive spa which was open round the clock for their privileged guests, and this was just what you needed to begin your retreat that night.

The girl at the front desk welcomed you with a smile, leading you to the brightly lit lobby of the spa and guiding you to a plush couch. The catalogue was right in front which provided an array of special treatments that were available. You were rather confused looking at the elaborate range on offer, and the girl was able to read that from your expression. She encountered this before, and was polite enough to suggest that the masseur would arrange everything you need. "Everything?" the open question ran through your mind but did not quite register as you were ushered into the pleasant, dimly lit room having a mild fragrance of jasmine floating around. The girl provided you a towel, and reassured you that the masseur would arrive in five minutes, after you were done changing. She left the room, and you locked the door firmly, undressing and sliding the towel back on. You unlocked the door and lay on the large table, relaxing your eyes.

I entered the room in some time, surprisingly attired in my own white robe. My hands folded into a warm welcome as I looked at you with dignity and warmth. After we exchanged some pleasantries, I found your stressful regime had indeed taken a toll on your spine and neck - leading to increased stiffness of late. The massage techniques needed were discussed, and you agreed to avail the full body massage should the techniques feel comfortable. That being said, my expert hands proceeded to pour some warm oil over your back and shoulders, which felt rather hot on first impact. I asked you to relax, as my palms took that oil and evenly spread it through your shoulders, neck and proceeded to squeeze the joints which needed attention. I could feel the nerves tense up, contract and relax as they reacted to my strokes. My thumb went all the way down your spine and traced your vertebral column to send a minor shiver running through you. Both my hands engaged in firming up your back and working their way up, one inch at a time. I could hear gasps escaping you - but that was expected from the level of strain you were already suffering from.

Slowly, but firmly, my hands travelled down without warning and met your hips with the same treatment. I could feel them clench at the first touch, and my thumbs reacted by rolling in circles around the bone of your hips. I could feel them begin to loosen up in ten minutes as my hands now work their way up from your exposed hips to your collarbone. I quietly asked if you're comfortable with my technique, and a faint agreement came from your lips. I knew what you needed, as my hands now began to spread your ass cheeks while massaging you steadily. Almost on cue, I made sure that your toes were in direct and firm contact with the throbbing piece of meat through the fabric of my robe. DM "massage" if you find yourself here, and willing to continue the plot.