Happy Ending, Middle and Beginning

In the morning you find it hard to get up after how much of your energy was spent by Sarah's mother and her sisters last night. "Sorry, hun, I'm just feeling really wiped out this morning," you explain to Sarah. "I think I must have overdone it yesterday."

Sarah smiled down at you, "I knew you'd go crazy and overdo it when you had the day to yourself. I bet you overexerted yourself exploring the resort, tried to act like an eighteen year old again. You're well into your twenties you know."

She giggled a bit, picturing you attempting rock climbing or sailing and pulling a muscle. You doubted she was picturing anything like the day you actually spent fucking the travel agent in a natural pool, her older sister on a motorcycle and all three of the women in her immediate family in their hotel room. If she did picture anything like that she wouldn't be giggling.

"You know what, I'll book you an appointment with Anya. She's a masseuse at the spa that worked miracles on me yesterday." She was already picking up the phone and making the appointment. In your mind you pictured some large woman with man hands wrenching your body around to try and work out the tension. Still, since you were at the resort you probably should make use of the amenities.

A few moments later, Sarah hung up the phone and turned to you, "It's all set, just head down to the spa, ask for Anya, they'll take care of you. While you do that I'll see if I can find my friend Lucy, you remember my friend from college who is travelling overseas? She's supposed to be staying nearby and I haven't seen her since she headed overseas."

Hearing Lucy's name was enough to make you picture her and remember the time you've already spent at the resort with her, and to start to harden enough that Sarah might notice. You promptly got up to avoid tenting the sheets, "Alright, you do that, I'll go try out the masseuse."

You dressed and made your way to the spa. Not surprisingly, the woman working the desk was an attractive and fit woman, on par with your wife. Not, on par with the other women who'd been having their way with you for the past few days, but more attractive than the woman you were picturing as the masseuse. "Ah yes, Mr. Johnson, your wife called ahead. Just head over to those stairs and Anya will meet you," the woman said with a cheery voice and a smile.

You headed over to the hallway she'd pointed to, where the stairs were. As she'd said, Anya was waiting for you at the top of the stairs, but she certainly wasn't the burly woman you'd been imagining.

The sight of her incredibly fit body clad in almost impossibly tight black fabric brought your cock to full attention. Her long, sleek legs were completely bare as her lower body was clad only in short shorts that hugged her spectacular ass and left the bottom cleft of their perfect roundness on display. Even though her upper body was turned half away from you as she was already prepared to go down the stairs you still had a stunning view of her ample breasts covered in the long sleeved crop top she was wearing. Long, dark hair cascaded over her head and body like a waterfall. Her beautiful face wore a stunning smile on its sensual lips and an inviting gaze in its penetrating eyes. "Follow me, Mr. Johnson," she spoke in a voice that would have gotten you to go anywhere, with a hint of an accent that only made it seem sexier. Her tone was the kind of slightly husky purr that could make any man melt.

Not following her wasn't an option as your cock was clearly going to follow her whether you did or not. You proceeded down the stairs behind her, your eyes locked on the way the twin globes of her ass danced with each step she took. A slight giggle was the only reason you knew she had glanced over her shoulder to see if you were following, because your eyes didn't leave her rear end. She'd clearly seen you staring at it though, which was probably what had prompted the giggle, as she put a slight extra sway in her hips and you realized that as intoxicating as the scene had been that was her normal stride. When she moved her ass seductively it was a vision that caused your cock to spurt in your pants and you to uncontrollably moan as it did. Another giggle from the woman you were following showed that she knew exactly the effect she was having on you.

"Please disrobe and lay down, face down, on the table," came the sexy purr of her voice.

You suddenly realized you'd reached the bottom of the stairs and were now in her parlor. You didn't hesitate to take off your clothes right in front of her as she made no move to look away or offer you a towel. As you stripped for her she gave your body a cursory once over and a smirked turned up the edge of her lip to suggest she liked what she saw. As instructed you lay face down, even though your cock was so hard it felt like it might try to drill through the table. You managed to get it to lay along your leg as you lay down, putting your face into the pillowed area clearly meant for it.

A few moments passed as you heard shifting fabric and what you thought was a lotion bottle being dispensed. Then you felt her climb on top of you, straddling your prone body. You could feel the fabric of her shorts pressed against your ass, they were so thin and tight you could feel the folds of her wet pussy sliding along your body through it. She leaned down and whispered in your ear, "We'll begin with your back and shoulders." Her voice sent a quake through your cock that soon became an intense throb as you felt her bare, round breasts pressed against your upper back.

As she rubbed and pressed her full, firm mounds into your back you realized she intended to massage you with nothing more than her pert breasts. They were firm and perfect enough to provide an incredible massage as she pressed them tightly against your various muscle groups. You could feel her hard nipples digging into your body like the fingers of a trained masseuse. It did wonders for the tension in your back while rapidly increasing the tension pressing between your leg and the table. You felt a warm sensation wherever her breasts touched and realized she'd spread massage oil over them before using them on you. After a few minutes of this treatment you couldn't hold back anymore and your cock spurted its load over the table and your thigh, your moans of ecstasy threatening to carry up the stairs.

As if sensing your thoughts she leaned her face in close to your ear again and whispered, "Don't worry, be as load as you want, Mr. Johnson, this room is completely sound proofed for my most eager clients." Her sensual tones got your cock throbbing again as she began to slide down your body, continuing to massage you with her firm tits.

Finishing with your back she turned herself around, her legs now straddling your chest, she leaned down, her breasts pressing firmly against your ass as her hands began to massage your thighs. Her skills at massage were incredible, her hands feeling like they were drawing all the weariness and tension of your entire life out of you. Occasionally she would reach her hand around your thigh and brush your erection, each time her fingers would play over its length sending intense sensations through your whole body. Then she slid down your body, now straddling your waist, her breasts would wrap around each of your thighs as she massaged the calves. You couldn't hold back under her skilled hands and you felt yourself cum again as her breasts and hands sensually slid over your legs and would tease your throbbing cock at each opportunity.

She now slid off of the table to stand beside you. "Now turn over, Mr. Johnson, I sense you keep a lot of tension in the front of your lower body and I must be allowed to work on it," she purred seductively. You wasted no time in rolling to your front, your cock spring straight up from your body, your leg covered in your cum.

She ran her hands over your thigh, transferring the cum from it to her hands. Now that you were on your back you could look at her and seeing her incredible breasts bare before your eyes, glistening with the massage oils made your cock pulse with desire. She climbed back on the table, straddling your waist and began massaging your chest with her cum soaked hands, working out all your tension as she let you watch the way her breasts would rise and fall as her arms moved over your torso. Only the thin fabric of her shorts separated your urgent hard on from her pussy, which you could tell was now soaking wet with desire and at least one of her own orgasms. She was grinding her pussy against your erection through the thin fabric and you could feel her juices through it. Your cock was becoming slick with her arousal and was near the point of firing off again when she slid herself down to sit on your legs.

"Now I think it's time to work out this tension with the same technique I used on your back," she said, licking her lips as she lowered her perfect breasts around your waiting cock. She began sliding her body forward and backward, drawing your cock back and forth between her tight cleavage. Each time your cock head was exposed she would flick out her tongue and wrap it around your throbbing member, before your cock would once again be completely engulfed by her breasts. The sensation of her tongue and breasts on your cock was too much to handle and you quickly reached your breaking point. She seemed to sense it coming as she wrapped her lips around your cock and your entire load shot into her mouth and down her throat.

She sat up, smiling, your cum trickling from her lips as she reached down and with one long finger nail sliced the fabric of her bottoms open where it was dripping wet from her arousal. "I do hope you've got more tension for me, Mr. Johnson, because I have some other techniques to milk it out of you."

She began sliding her body up and down your cock, each thrust harder and faster than the last. You could feel her tight pussy gripping your cock like a vice as she rode you harder and harder, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her breathing became heavier and heavier as she neared her climax and you could feel her muscles start to contract around your cock. You let yourself go with her, your cock throbbing and spilling your cum deep inside her as she came undone around you. She collapsed against you, her head resting on your chest as she caught her breath.

"That was some massage, Mr. Johnson," she said, smiling up at you. "I think you'll be feeling a lot better now."

She stood off the table, grabbing a black silk robe and wrapping it around her body, cinching a tie around her waist. The fabric did less to conceal her incredible body than it did to highlight the sensual shape underneath. "No doubt as a married man you will need to work off a lot of tension. You will find my card is already in your pants pocket with my private number should you need my services again."

She leaned in close to your ear, her breath hot on your face as she continued, "For the right clients I am willing to travel, and I do make house calls."

She then left the room, leaving you to recover from the massage. Your body felt like jelly as there was no tension left in you, except for the throbbing erection that was already coming back thanks to her whispered invitation.