“Thank you, sir,” the voice on the phone responded. “If you would like to make your way down to the spa, I will see that your masseuse is ready to receive you.”
Hank made his way to the Mermaid Spa and was greeted by a pretty young receptionist in a tight-fitting clinical white outfit.
“Mr Menard?” She inquired politely.
“That would be my dad,” Hank responded flirtatiously, “call me Hank.”
“Alright, Hank,” she smiled. “You are in room three. Please make yourself comfortable and Janice will join you shortly.”
“My wife..?”
“Mrs Menard is in room four.”
“Adjoining rooms, huh?” responded Hank suggestively.
“For customer privacy, all rooms are fully sound-proofed.”
“Oh… Shame.”
The receptionist smiled again.
“If you would like to make yourself comfortable in room three,” she repeated “I will send Janice right in.”
Hank took the hint and entered the room, closing the door behind him.
He was surprised to find an empty white-walled room with nothing other than a mat in the middle of the floor. No oils. No massage table. No towels? Hank shrugged and began to undress.
He neatly folded his clothes and lay down naked on the mat, to await the masseuse.
After a few minutes the door opened and a slightly built brunette walked in, wearing what appeared to Hank to be a thin white bathrobe. She gave Hank a wry smile.
“Uh… I didn’t see any towels,” explained Hank, looking up at her from his position on the mat. “I hope that’s okay.”
“That is perfectly alright Mr Menard,” the brunette replied with a disarming smile. “But I feel I should inform you that this type of massage is traditionally done in loose fitting clothes.”
“Oh,” responded Hank, becoming slightly embarrassed, “I didn’t realise. Erm… guess I wasn’t that appropriately dressed to start with, then.” He indicated the tight jeans and neatly folded shirt on the floor next to him.
“It doesn’t matter,” smiled the masseuse. “Even loose clothes can sometimes be inhibiting. Would you like me to be naked as well?”
“Uh… yeah… okay,” nodded Hank, dumbly.
With a smile and a single fluid action, the masseuse, whom Hank assumed to be Janice, pulled on her cloth belt and allowed the white robe to fall to the floor.
Beneath it was a slight lithe body, toned, with small breasts and neatly trimmed pubes. Hank felt a tightness between his groin and the mat and began to wonder if maybe he should have engaged Leonardo’s services.
“Shall we begin?” smiled Janice.
Hank nodded his assent and the young woman knelt beside him and climbed astride his buttocks and clamped her thighs about his hips. He yelped in pain as he felt the brunette’s knuckles and thumbs jab him in repeatedly in various parts of his back.
“I’m not hurting you am I?” Janice inquired, a little concern creeping into her voice.
“No, no. Its fine,” managed Hank, manfully. “You’re doing a great job. Carry on.”
Janice carried on, adjusting her position slightly and grinding Hanks engorged cock into the mat in the process. She continued to jab at Hank in various places, until finally she moved from astride his hips to sitting with her legs either side of Hank’s lower back. Facing the other way, towards his legs. Hank vaguely wondered whether that slightly damp feeling was perspiration from the small of his back, or feminine juices from Janice’s crotch.
Hank didn’t have long to speculate before suddenly…
“Yaaaarrrggh!!” he cried out as the small powerful woman yanked his leg into a position he was really sure it should not go.
There followed a painful few minutes, where the small woman seemed to be determined to tie Hank’s limbs in knots and leave them there.
Finally Janice relented and kneeled beside him, her small breasts inches from his face.
“How does that feel?” she asked.
Hank stretched and moved experimentally. He had to confess, his back felt a lot better and his limbs felt freer. Whether that was due to the release of energy, or whether it was down to the excruciating pain in every other part of his body he couldn’t say.
“It… uh… yeah. It feels pretty good,” he acknowledged.
Janice smiled, pleased with the response.
“Uh, Janice…” Hank began, deciding to try his luck. “Do you… er… do anything besides massage?”
The lithe naked girl considered his request. |