We had been going out for sometime, we felt comfortable with each other, like two lifelong friends. I felt a sense of safety and trust that I had never experienced before with a man. Safe enough to explore my sensual/sexual side, something I hadn’t been prepared to do in the past.
Our anniversary was coming up and I decided that I wanted to plan something a little different other than the traditional candlelit dinner.
I wanted to book a weekend with a difference, something that we would both enjoy, especially given we had very much the same tastes, likes and dislikes. So I did my research until I found what I deemed to be the perfect, romantic weekend getaway, but with a twist.
I told him to make sure he had his bags packed and that I’d be around to pick him up Friday evening. The week was busy for us both, it went very quickly; each day I kept thinking about the weekend that was ahead for us, wondering if we would both enjoy ourselves and feel completely relaxed once we got there.
Friday was upon us. I got organized once I got home, showered, changed, packed my sports bag and headed over to my man’s home. He was waiting at the door when I arrived, he walked over to my car threw his gear in the back and we were gone before we had even exchanged hello’s.
The place I had chosen was in a country town about 2 hours away from where we both lived. We talked and laughed as we drove along, and I could tell he was wondering what I had organized.We turned off the main road and drove along a huge, winding driveway, it was getting dark and you could see lights off in the distance and smoke billowing up from chimney’s on different structures. I pointed and said, “That’s ours.” He looked over at the building I was referring to.
It was like a stone cottage, but more luxurious than what you would have expected to find in this setting. I pulled up out the front and we got out, he walked around to me and held me tight kissing me passionately. The cottage was overlooking a huge, sparkling lake, the moonlight now casting it’s brilliant white light upon the waters surface this all added to the mood of things to come.
He asked for the keys and I said that the door should be open and we could go straight in. He picked up my bag and we went inside. The open fire was going and the place had a lovely feel to it. It was the middle of winter so the warm cozy fireplace was extremely inviting and a welcoming addition to our cottage.
Our bedroom was upstairs, so we both went up and put our bags down. The spa bath in the bathroom next to our bedroom had already been filled and you could smell the essential oils! There were two white fluffy robes neatly folded on our bed, which was a beautiful wooden four-poster, it was like something out of a dream.
We got undressed and put the robes on, kissing as we did and laughing. We went into the bathroom and he pulled me close to him. I could feel his hands inside my robe, slowly caressing my breasts as he continued kissing me. I felt the tie on the robe loosen as he continued to gently caress my breasts and kiss the sides of my neck he moved his hands up to the top of my robe and slowly slid it off my shoulders allowing it to fall to the floor. His lips were touching my shoulders so lightly, kissing them, his fingertips tracing down my back and every now and then gently squeezing my ass.
One of my hands was against his chest while the other untied his robe, he took it off and it fell on the floor next to mine. He leaned over and started the spa bath, and we both climbed in. It felt just wonderful, the water was the perfect temperature, not too warm and the jets were just enough to help your muscles relax. We sat opposite each other and just smiled. We didn’t feel the need to talk all the time, it-felt good not having that pressure placed upon us. We just smiled and every now and then reached out for each other. 15 minutes passed and we heard a knock on the door downstairs.
I just smiled at my man and said it was time to get out of the tub. We both did and put our robes on. I grabbed my hair clip out of my bag and put my hair up in a French twist. We kissed before we both went downstairs. There was a woman with a massage table set up. I smiled at my man and said it was time for him to have some pampering!
The woman told my man to take off his robe and lie face down on the table. She turned away while he did this. Once he was on the table, I covered his ass with a small towel. The masseuse turned around and started warming the massage oil she had brought with her. I sat in a chair by the open fire so I could see my man enjoying such a relaxing treat. Again we just smiled but he mouthed to me, “Thank you,” as she started to massage his feet, in a fashion that I had done for him on many occasions.
She must have been in her early 40’s, tall, fairly lean, auburn colored, hair and green eyes. She worked all the muscles along his body and I could tell she had perfected her craft, it was like an art form to her. My man was slowly drifting off he was so relaxed. She asked him to turn over and again, she turned away as he did so. The towel was placed over his groin area. She continued to massage him. I watched him as his eyes closed again. I got up and walked over to him, very quietly. The woman handed me the massage oil and I took over. Only my hands went underneath the towel as she continued massaging his legs. His eyes opened as he could feel two sets of hands upon his body. He smiled at me again and reached up and touched the side of my face and then closed his eyes as I continued to slowly stroke his now erect cock.
The masseuse was now working on his arms and chest and as I started to kiss his thighs and along his hard shaft. I slowly took him in my mouth and started to suck, slowly and deeply, hearing him moaning each time I took him all into my mouth. I kept going and using my other hand I started gently caressing his balls, the more I sucked his hard cock the tighter his balls became, until he yelled out with pleasure as he came in my mouth.
His body jerking with each thrust he made. His body went limp and completely relaxed. The masseuse finished massaging and told me it was my turn. She turned around and my man got up from the table and put his robe back on. I took mine off, laying face down on the table. My man covered my ass with the towel and the masseuse started massaging me in the same way.
It was so relaxing, nice and gentle, taking her time, I could feel my back muscles loosen up, they were so tight, all the years of having a shorter leg on one side had certainly taken its toll. Pain had become something I’d grown accustomed to, thankfully it was the type of pain I was able to manage without drugs. This massage was like heaven to me, it helped me feel renewed. My man stayed up at my head and he stroked my hair, he knew how much I loved that. I loved feeling his hands upon my body, he always took his time and I could feel how much he cared for me just from his touch alone.
The woman asked me to raise my buttocks in the air so that I was up on my knees. She moved down to my shoulders and back and kept going, while my man moved to the back of me, I could feel his hands slowly squeezing and caressing my ass. Taking the time to run his fingers down the inside of my thighs. My pussy had become wet with excitement and pleasure. I just couldn’t help it; I always loved him touching me in this way.
Every now and then he would slide his fingers over the length of my wet pussy, very gently, this made me softly moan. He spread my legs a little and then used his finger to spread my pussy lips apart, just enough to slide his tongue in between and he began licking me all over. I wanted to scream so much, but I just moaned and told him how much I loved it and kept focused on the moment. The feeling was incredible, he took his time, didn’t even try to rush. It felt so good; it made me want him so desperately. I wanted to feel his hard cock inside of me. But I knew that it would be before long. So I just allowed myself to savour the sensations he was giving me.
The masseuse kept massaging my upper body. My man then told me to turn over. He took the towel off of me throwing it to the floor as I turned and lay on my back. He gripped my legs and pulled me down the table towards him. The masseuse kept massaging my shoulders and down my arms. You could tell she was enjoying watching us every bit as much as we were enjoying her watching. It was obvious by the look on her face she wanted us both.
My man spread my legs once again and went down on me, not rushing, taking his time, using his tongue and fingers to make me orgasm, my juices running down his fingers as I came. He then moved in between my legs his cock hard again, and then slowly, very slowly pushed his cock into my dripping wet pussy. I wrapped my legs around him as he started to slowly fuck me.
The masseuse kept watching, only her hands were now upon my breasts slowly caressing them. I was nervous, I’d never let a woman touch me in that way before. But I was so focused on my man and the way he was fucking me and making me feel that I didn’t have time to be scared for long. I started to enjoy the sensations that were flowing through my body; it wasn’t like anything I had experienced before. He kept slowly pumping me, we kept watching each other, so intently, like we were the only people that existed. I then felt her fingers on my clit; she was working it like she had obviously done for other clients.
It wasn’t long before I orgasmed, my pussy contracting and gripping my man’s cock hard, as he started to pick up the pace going a little faster and deeper. I screamed with pleasure as my body tensed up from the orgasm, then released as my juices, flowed out from my pussy. Her tongue tasted my juices as she licked around my man’s cock as it slid in and out of me.
She then moved back up to my breasts and gently kissed them and ran her tongue over my hard nipples, while my man really started to fuck me harder. I could feel my body being pushed back along the table each time his cock thrust deeper into me, my legs still wrapped tightly around him. I could tell he was going to cum again, he was moaning loudly, and telling me how great I felt. All of a sudden he thrust into me and exploded inside of me, filling me up with cum, I could even feel it running out of me and down between my ass cheeks. It felt so good, he felt so good!
After we had both relaxed again, my man walked up and pulled me up off of the table and held me tight, kissing me and stroking my hair. The masseuse had started to clean up as I got off of the table and we both put our robes back on. We then sat by the fire, just holding each other. She thanked us both for an enjoyable time and although we didn’t oblige her in the manner she had hoped for, you could tell she had fun all the same.
After she left my man thanked me and said how much he loved this anniversary get away. We went back upstairs, got back into the spa and started things all over again as we had two full nights of each other to explore more of and to enjoy. However that is left for yet another story.
