The Lust Of Love

The SPA treatment

She entered Bermuda spa with ten minutes to spare and was greeted by the soothing sounds of steel drums and ocean waves pulsing low through the speakers.

She approached the reception desk and was greeted by a young woman. "Welcome to Bermuda .

That had quite a ring to it. She gave her her name and she flipped a page in her notebook—no computer system here—and tapped her finger against the paper. "Yes, you're starting with a hair and scalp massage, followed by a warm seashell full-body massage, then a sugar glow, banana leaf wrap, exfoliating facial, waxing, and then manicure and pedicure.

Wow. I had really gone all out. Booked everything on their spa menu by the sounds of it. She nodded as a slow smile uncurled on my lips.

She was led into a small, dim room with a massage bed in the center. The soothing music was playing in here, too, and She was instructed to remove everything but my underpants and slip under the crisp, white sheet. She did as She was told as soon as she was out of the room, already anticipating this experience.

When the door reopened, an older lady who couldn't have been much over five feet tall entered and greeted me with a warm smile.

"Welcome. My name is Theresa . Are you ready to begin?" She had a pretty Polynesian accent, her voice gentle with almost a quality to it.

"Yes, very much."Sophie answered

She graced her with another warm smile. "You're really getting the full package today." Yes Sophie said.

That was Me , treating you to the very best . . . unless I thought She needed all these treatments to look better. No. She wouldn't let her ugly insecurities ruin this day. I was being generous. Nothing else.

Theresa turned to the small counter and began mixing various ingredients into a small wooden bowl. "We've cultivated a unique blend of pressed nut oils infused with tropical flowers that rejuvenate and nourish your skin. Today I'll use a mixture of passionflower, white ginger lily, and virgin coconut oil."

I nodded. That sounded lovely . She said .

She set to work and the relaxing blend of aromatherapy oils, coupled with the expert way her hands kneaded my stiff muscles, sent her mind wandering in a relaxed, dreamy state.

She thought about her parents back home and felt a twinge of guilt. Her parents had been married for twenty-five years and had never had a vacation. Not even a honeymoon. Suddenly all this felt far too extravagant. But her mom had been happy for her when she called and told her about the trip. She shouldn't feel guilty. She should enjoy this. We were here for Her boyfriends job.

She woke up to Me trailing soft sucking kisses against the back of her neck. she was still fitted against me, just how me and her curled up the night before, cradled in my arms. Except now the evidence of my arousal was pressing against her. It was hard to miss a big c**k nestled against the seam of her ass. She pressed back against me , sounding a low moan.I then said to her" . "Baby, you can't do that." My tone was a warning, my voice deep and sleepy. I laid several more damp kisses along the side of her throat as I turned her head, her mouth seeking mine. She squirmed against men, rocking her hips and dragging her backside over my cock. "Fuck," I murmured. "Misbehaving early this morning, Miss Kings ."

"I think you secretly like it," I taunted, rolling toward his scent and his gravelly voice. He was so incredibly sexy that I couldn't resist the temptation of my body primed and ready so close to hers .

We lay side by side and one of my large palms cupped her cheek while my other hand moved between us, feeling her as though testing how wet She was.

"Shit, baby. You're soaked." I said .

Blood rushed to her cheeks. she dipped her head, but her eyes leaving mine , suddenly feeling self-conscious about her body's overly orgasmic obvious reactions to me .

I then said "Hey. I love that. It's a big f**king turn-on." Then I  pressed one long finger into her and I let out a needy whine .

Being My assistant certainly had its perks. Her boneless body and semi-conscious mind were proof of that. I was a great boss. she wondered what I was doing right now. Probably walking on the beach with Alexis and her coconuts. Even though She was thoroughly enjoying all these luxurious treatments, she vowed to herself that next time She wouldn't abandon Me alone at a shoot. Theresa scrubbed her entire body in a ginger And Aloe vera gell masque then wrapped her in warm banana leaves, which felt so warm and good. She felt like a yummy, fruit concoction. If She reached out and licked her arm, it'd probably taste good. While the warm body hell masque set, She was treated to a peach fruit enzymes facial.

After all the body treatments were done, the painful part began. She said the couple days' worth of stubble on her legs was the perfect length for waxing, and so I got full legs and a Brazilian bikini wax. I was pretty confident the latter hurt worse than childbirth, but the result was so pretty and smooth. After a manicure and pedicure She headed back to our hotel room. I was still gone so she ordered us lunch from room service and fell back onto the bed to rest. Was this really my life she asked herself ? Because a girl could get used to his.

She squirmed on the bed, trying to get farther away from My reach. When I have returned we would have eaten lunch, showered, and crawled into bed, still naked and damp, to cuddle.

"Don't." She tugged the sheet up higher around her waist to shield her lady parts, never mind the fact her br**sts were bare.

"Let me see." She smiled, my eyes playful on hers . I  seemed amused when we showered, wanting to look at the Brazilian bikini wax that left her completely smooth and bare.I then said " . "I need to inspect their work. Make sure you got the full-service package." I gripped the sheet and tugged it away as She opened her hands, letting it slip down. My eyes left hers and traveled slowly downward.

She pushed her thighs together. "Stop looking at it. It's awkward." She said to me .

I pressed her knees apart. "Look at yourself, baby. You're beautiful." His fingertip lightly stroked her inner thigh and little chill bumps erupted along her skin. "Has no one ever told you how pretty your pu**y is?" I asked .

Her cheeks erupted in heat. She shook her head. This Is because Sex in the dark, under the covers, was her norm before I came along.

I told her" . "It's like a little pink flower . . . look." She dared a glance downward. My thumbs parted her inner lips, the gentle touch both highly erotic and innocent. A throaty breath escaped her and My  eyes found hers . "See, you're perfect down there." I said.

"If you say so," she murmured.

"Don't you like looking at me?"she said.

She nodded eagerly.

A slow smile crept over my mouth and I then said" . "Good to know. Well, that's how I feel about looking at you. You turn me on so much, baby."

Glancing down, it was impossible not to notice the rather large bulge at my hips where the sheet tented outward.

It didn't seem to be possible for us to go more than a few hours without sex. she kept waiting for that part of our relationship to cool, but that hadn't happened yet. Her was sexy as hell and her body craved me . I wasn't about to deny it.

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