All Inclusive
All Inclusive
“Take good care of my lady”, called Ingrid,
as Samuel led me into the treatment room. Of all the all-inclusive
resorts I’ve known, this spa was the greatest. Pampering
at its best! Massage, facials, herbal wraps and baths –
whatever you can think of you can get, daily, all included
in the price of a night’s stay.
Ingrid had quickly become my favorite at the mountain-top
oasis where the treatments would take place. I hoped for
her every time I had an appointment scheduled, but this
particular appointment, for a Chandra massage, was the
first time during my stay that I encountered a male treatment
provider. It didn’t matter to me, places like this
tend to free me, sooth me, release any inhibitions that
I might experience during my at-home, day-to-day routine.
And I was feeling particularly free this day.
So much so that when I entered the small, cool, softly colored
room following Samuel, I began to disrobe without even
knowing what the Chandra – head, neck and shoulder
massage - would consist of or require of me. I slid the light
cotton cover up off my shoulders to nonchalantly expose
my breasts in their Caucasian glory. I had taken some Caribbean
sun prior my appointment, and I was pleased to see the contrast
where the line from exposure touched the virgin, fair areas
of each breast. I reveled in the freedom I could feel after
a few days away from work and chores.
I suspected that Samuel wouldn’t mind the comfort
and pride I was feeling with my own body as I turned to face
him to await his instructions. I actually did know the drill
somewhat, and when he handed me a large soft towel, I understood
that it was intended as a cover. I accepted the towel and
thanked him for it, standing tall with my bosoms firm and
bright, nipples hardened at the sheer excitement of exposing
myself to a stranger this way. His eyes averted mine when
he realized that I noticed him looking down at my breasts.
That was the only eye contact we ever had.
At his gentle urging I turned away to take a seat in front
of him in order to provide him with the best access to the
areas he was assigned to concentrate on for the half hour.
Instead of bringing the towel up below my neck, I let it fall
loosely over my stomach so that my nipples just peeked out
from underneath. Samuel began the treatment, rubbing
with long firm strokes up and down the length of my neck and
over my shoulders. My body, relaxed, moved along with the
rhythm of his caresses.
I was vaguely aware of the towel slipping down my stomach
as I swayed along with the strokes to my neck. As if to steady
me, Samuel brought his head next to mine while he continued
to rub me. I felt the heat of his breath on my neck. The treatment
felt nice. I leaned my head over to one side to give him a better
feel of my neck, but when his hot breath came to my ear I pulled
away to let him know that this was not part of the treatment
I wanted. His immediate obedience to my response was empowering,
and that thought excited me.
I wondered just how powerful I could be as the front of his
chest connected with the top of my back to keep my swaying
at bay while he deepened his strokes to my shoulders and
down my arms. I leaned my weight back into him, which enabled
me to completely release any remaining tension of keeping
myself sitting sturdily upright in front of him while he
did his job. I got lost in the swaying of our bodies, so relaxed.
My head shot up and pushed his away when he I felt the texture
of his moist lips and the heat of his breath against the side
of my bared neck. Again, his response told me that I was in
command of the treatment. The thrill of this knowledge
both excited and surprised me. I reveled in my power over
him, and realized that I wanted to know how far I could take
it.
His long strokes, his pressing body against the back of
mine, while mixed with the sense of power I was longing to
test, were incredibly stimulating. I slowly slipped one
hand under the towel, while the other pushed it down so that
it sat only on my lap, a cover, not as it was intended, but
as it served to conceal my deliberate reaching for my hot,
wet cunt. I could feel Samuel stiffen at the realization
of what I was doing, what was happening. Even though he was
the treatment provider, I felt like I was giving him a treat.
As if he couldn’t help himself, he again brought
his lips to my neck, this time with a furiousness that defied
my earlier instruction. I knocked his head away with mine.
With a tight grasp of his hands on my cheeks, he turned my
head to the side so his mouth could have access to mine. No!
I had no interest in his kisses and I made that clear by firmly
pulling away.
I began to squirm at my own touch and arched my back so that
my breasts moved up into the air closer to his face. He was
a skilled technician and he understood the permission
I was granting as his hands came down my arms and around to
the front of me to cup my breasts, which he fondled with great
expertise. My moans, which prior to this time, existed
only in my head, were audible to both of us now, and Samuel’s
excitement grew as his cock also did, hardened and now pressed
stiff against my back.
I needed the feel of a moistened, able tongue encircling
my nipples and flicking over the pointed tips of them. I
knew that it would increase my pleasure to then have them
pulled gently but deliberately, trapped between the tongue
and teeth. Yes, he may suck my tits, I will allow that, I thought.
As if he heard the thought, Samuel brought his head around
and devoured my breast as if it were a feast for his famine.
The move lent just the right amount of inspiration to my
vigil, and I felt a wave of pleasure move up the inside of
my legs and ignite to a spark at the apex.
I feverishly teased my clit in the way I always do for maximum
results. From the side, just the right amount of pressure,
back and forth real fast. Parts of my body commanded to be
touched. I lifted one leg then the other and placed them
up, knees bent, against the wall of the small room and tipped
my chair back slightly. The sticky pink pussy between my
legs screamed to be probed and I spread my legs to invite
the visit of Samuel’s finger.
Without hesitation Samuel pushed his finger up into my
wet, warm opening and began pumping in and out. I rose to
meet his finger-fuck with every thrust while continuing
the pace of my fingers as they played with my clit. I spread
my legs wide to him, moaned at the pleasure of the constant
movement against my clit in concert with being fingered
at just the right rate. I set the pace. Samuel moved himself
around to the front of me and reached for the fastener of
his pants. He was going to press his hard black cock into
me and pound me with it.
The Hell he was. With a verbal admonishment he was quickly
put back in his place, his finger put back in its place, but
boldly tilted his head to see wet, hot white pussy for the
first time while he pulled the crotch of my panties to one
side. I let him gape as his fingers probed.
With a gesture of direction Samuel resumed his position
behind me while his reach to my cunt remained uninterupted.
I was going to come. My moans exciting his hard cock again
at my back. His rhythm dictated by my movements. His finger
in and out of me just right, at just the right angle while
I coaxed my clit to bring me closer with the hand that was
working it. Samuel leaned over me and sucked on my breast
and when he did I spread my legs further and rose on my chair
with my head thrown back to encourage a thorough fuck of
his hand while my juices flowed over it and my muscles contracted
around it. For several glorious, selfish seconds my legs
were open to anyone. When I was finished with his probing
eager fingers in my cunt, I instructed him to return his
attention to the tender area on one shoulder.
I relished in a few of Samuel’s long hard strokes
before telling him that he was permitted to use the remainder
of my treatment time to touch himself. He declined.
When my time was up I stood and reached for my blouse. I adjusted
my panties and the short, sheer hip-hugging cover-up that
protected my sun-soaked skin. I put my sunglasses on and
turned to the door to leave. I smiled at the sheer power of
being a woman far from home. I reveled at the level of service
at this all-inclusive resort. I thought of Ingrid.
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