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Why a spa
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Archive-Name: why-a-spa
After work last week, I came in tired from a horrid day at the office.
The phones had not stopped ringing and the machines were breaking down. I had
been dragged from my peaceful programming job , sent out into the back room
to lift machinery and carry it to the storeroom. Hardly executive material...
I arrived home later than normal and was dissapointed to find that
my parents had not cooked anything for me. However the note on the fridge saying
that they had gone to Sydney for the weekend was enough to make me forget about
trivial things like food, at least for now. I grabbed a beer from the fridge
and sat down to watch TV, but thoughts of the swirling bubbles in the spa hot
tub working away the knots in my shoulders quickly drove me out onto the deck.
I quietly eased into the water and took a seat, beer in one hand and
stereo remote control in the other. This is as close to heaven as you can get
on earth, I thought, with the exception of one thing - I was alone. Immediately
I felt better and closed my eyes, trying to relax. The sound of Richard Marx's
voice was softly carrying me into relaxation. I slipped a little deeper into
the water. I moved my head from side to side, trying to get the pain in my
shoulders to go away. Some time later I opened my eyes and was surprised to see
the object of my passion opposite me in the tub, staring at me and smiling. The
dolphin on her necklace was glistening beautifully in the sun, and delivered
my mind into temptation. I felt her foot rubbing my calf muscles as she smiled
ever deeper, losing me in her beautiful eyes. Then I heard her magical voice
say I probably needed someone to rub my shoulders for me, and before I knew it,
she was moving gracefully across the tub. She began massaging my neck and
shoulders, continually assuring me that she could make all the tension in me
disappear.
After about five minutes of neck work, she moved to my back, making
small circles with her fingers and lightly tickling me with her fingernails. I
warned her that this was dangerous, as I was becoming aroused. She laughed,
her hair gently whipping across her gorgeous face. She assured me that she would
take care not to excite me, but she and I both knew, and hoped, that this was a
lie. I could hardly keep still as she stroked my lower back, dragging her nails
across the sensitive parts of my buttocks. I was in heaven. A lot of people say
that, but if heaven is being somewhere in absolute ecstacy and wanting it to be
eternal, then I was there. She commanded me to turn around and began to massage
my chest and stomach. She worked in unison with the waves, and I felt the bulge
in my swimmers rise up in gratitude. She was driving me wild, and I was loving
it. She could see my pleasure and was obviously getting enjoyment out of teasing
the life out of me. Just when I thought I could not take it any longer, I felt
a gentle tug at my drawstring. Much as I would have loved to go on with this,
I felt it only fair that I return the incredible massage that she had just given
me.
I asked her to sit between my legs and lean back against the wait of my
hands. I began slowly rubbing her neck, trying to recreate the sensuous feelings
she had given me only moments before. I was worried that I would never be able
to repay such a debt, but her low moans of pleasure were encouragement enough
that I was on the right track. Just then, she turned around and wrapped her
warm arms around my neck, kissing me passionately. Her breath was as refreshing
as mountain air and she probed every delicate place in my mouth with her tongue.
This girl knew how to turn me on. She gazed longingly into my eyes, and she
seemed to stare at me with a look of promises of dreams fulfilled. My heart was
in my mouth, and my body was at her mercy. I was powerless to stop the
incredible surge of passion welling up inside me. I knew that this girl was
right for me, and that we were completely in love. The way she kissed me was
enough evidence for me to believe that her feelings were mutual. I beckoned her
to turn around and let me continue the backrub, but she had other ideas. She
kissed me again, this time her hands exploring the contours of my back. I slid
my hands down her beautiful skin, resting them on her backside. People would
kill to be in a situation like this, and there I was. I was in awe, and loving
it. Her body was the most perfect creation on the planet. It seemed so smooth
and so well curved, as if it had been crafted by God himself. There was a
strange sense of perfection about this girl, from her longe blonde hair, to
the immaculate jewellery around her slender neck. The bubbles of the spa were
reacting with the bubbles in the beer to give me the most incredibly light
feeling. Here I was with the girl of my dreams, and I was afraid that my head
would not keep track of things...! I was able to concentrate on a magical
sensation on my neck. She had lowered herself down to my shoulders, and was
lightly stroking the nape of my neck with her tongue. It sent me over the edge
and I could not stay there. She stood, and sensuously slipped out of her
costume. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. The material of the
swimsuit hugged every curve of her body as it slid to the hot-tub floor. My
eyes were warm inside, as my love stood before me in all her glory. She sat
back down where she was, and without speaking, she motioned me across to her.
I did not need to be asked twice...!
She gently removed my shorts and motioned for me to move up to the tub's
rim. As soon as I did, I felt her lips engulf me. I leaned back while she
delicately teased every part of my friend with her tongue and lips. I could
barely stifle the moans as I drew nearer to the peak. She sensed this and slowed
the pace a little. I eased her away gently, gasping for breath and control. I
slid into the water and whispered words of love to her. She whispered gently
back to me - 'I am yours, Greg, take me now and take me forever'. It was not
so much the words that made my heart rush, but the tone and affection in her
voice as she spoke them.
We both moaned gently as she slipped down onto me, her weight slowly
shifting from the spa's edge to my waist. The hot water from the spa swirled
against my back as she moved up and down with the waves, sending surge after
surge of pleasure through my body. We both reached the point of no return
together, shuddering with ecstacy in each other's arms. The feeling we felt
at that moment surpassed every emotion in our entire lives. We were together.
We knew that we were a special pair, and that nothing could come between us.
We held each other for several minutes, locked in a passionate kiss that
sent aftershocks through my system. It was at that moment that I knew that
nothing would ever come between us, and that our lives were enriched by this
wonderful experience. Love is wonderful.
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| _--_|\ Greg Rickford | IN%"[email protected].edu.au" |
| / x--Newcastle, Australia | |
| \_.--._/ Resident Wild Thing | "Well f**k me gently with a chainsaw" |
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