Jan Week 3: Spa Day with Samantha...Leah tells him to pull out...[Doggy]

Ethan lasted only a few more thrusts before he had to pull out. He pulled out and stroked himself furiously, angling his cock right at her ass. She could feel him slapping her ass with his cock as he stroked himself his warm cum landing in messy globules on her left cheek and a few wild strands flying all around as he bounced his cock on her cheek to add extra sensation and in an attempt to keep the mess to her skin. He let out a low groan of relief as he stroked himself. He almost closed his eyes but he wanted to see himself paint her ass with his thick white load.

Leah could feel his seed slowly moving down her ass. He took a moment to catch his breath and then moved off the table and retrieved a hand towel from a nearby counter. He wiped her ass off with the hand towel to get up his cum as quickly as he could. She squirmed a little bit as she wiped her clean, relishing the filthiness of it, the slick, messy proof of what they’d just done now being soaked up by the spa’s innocent towel.

“I guess you may want to shower huh? Looks like you made me have a mess” he said with a huge grin before he busied himself looking for his uniform.

“Guilty.” she laughed. “And yeah I probably should.” Leah said in a haze of pleasure.

“You know if you ever want my card I could do house visits.” he said with a smile as he pulled his pants up and then started working on putting on his top.

“Thanks,” she said giving him a smile that said ‘it was just a one-time thing handsome—’ and grabbed a nearby town and headed towards the shower portion of the spa room. “Maybe if I come back, I will request you.”

He nodded.

“Any time.” he moved toward the door, understandable but also hopeful that she would return for another fun row. “This concludes our session. Feel free to use the facilities and return to the lobby whenever you are ready.” He said it as if he had just performed any other massage for any other customer. Then he gave her a playful wink and left the room for her to shower and get dressed.

Leah showered and toweled off, surprised at how steady her hands were. Her whole body tingled, a deep, viscous hum running beneath every inch of skin.

She dressed slowly, basking in the afterglow. There was a sticky ache between her legs, a soreness in her thighs and shoulders, but she wore it like a secret medal. Her hair was a mess, her skin flushed, her eyes bright and a little wild. She checked her phone: no missed calls, one text from Samantha—“Drinks in the lobby when you’re done!”—and a spammed group chat about bridesmaids’ shoes. There was a moment, as she zipped up her jacket, where guilt wanted to tap her on the shoulder, but she ignored it. She wasn’t going to let anything mar the gorgeous, illicit power she felt right now.

She emerged into the lounge area, where Samantha already waited at the bar, swirling a martini and talking with two other women in robes. The three of them looked up as Leah approached. Samantha’s gaze settled on her for a half-second too long, brow arching in that all-knowing, you little minx way she’d perfected since freshman year. Leah couldn’t quite meet her eye, but Sam didn’t press.

“Holy shit, you’re glowing,” Samantha said, sliding Leah a fresh mimosa. “He must have done a real number on you.”

“He…he really did.” she said with a chuckle.

“Get a happy ending?” Samantha winked and nudged Leah in jest and they both chuckled.

“Ha ha very funny.” Leah said-her voice edged with something that Samantha couldn’t quite place. “Thank you so much for getting me to come out to do this today. I think I really needed it.”

“Of course! We should do it more often, honestly. You need it as a teacher more than most of us.” Samantha took a long swig of her drink as if just thinking about being a public teacher made her need the spirits swirling in her glass.

Leah and Samantha finished off their drinks and then parted ways. Leah headed back home to Jonathan. While Leah was able to have her fun and even shower behind closed doors—maybe there was just something about the way she would be acting that evening that would belie a sense of shame. Maybe it was just a sense or tensions she was giving off as she drove home, she knew that the shower at the spa couldn’t wipe away the act she had done—even if the soap had smelled like rainfall and eucalyptus mist…