“Will there be anything else, ma’am?”
The bath attendant set a glass of wine on the bathtub tray table, eyes respectfully averted from the woman whose nakedness under the water was only barely concealed by a layer of fragrant dried eucalyptus leaves and flower petals.
She took the glass and inhaled a rich bouquet with satisfaction. “No, thank you. That’ll be all for now.” She glanced at the attendant’s impassive face. He’d been assigned to her throughout the day, and he had patiently guided her through every step of the spa package she’d booked. She had been surprised that the spa assigned male attendants to female customers, given that many of the stages involved various degrees of undress, but she’d been assured of the staff’s utter professionalism and, over the course of the day, had seen it herself. Now, as he stood respectfully in anticipation of her needs in the steam-filled room, sweat pearled on his forehead and close-shaved head. She smiled slightly, letting her eyes wander downward to his fitted spa polo shirt and canvas apron.
If he had noticed her gaze, he didn’t show it. Speaking in the even tone used by all of the staff, he murmured, “Very good, ma’am. Please use the bell if you need anything else.” Still not looking at her, he indicated with his hand a small brass bell sitting on the tray table. With a slight nod, he turned and noiselessly padded out of the private bath, sliding the door closed behind him.
She sighed and sank back against the tub cushion, sipping the wine and feeling warmth spread through her body. The spa had been a gift to herself – and a sorely needed one at that. The water, the wine, the flower petals – it was all almost too much after the days of stress and tension. Closing her eyes, she felt almost vertiginous from the relaxation she was surrendering to.
When she opened them again, her gaze fell on the bell on the tray table. She remembered the spa attendant and his well-proportioned physique. And his voice. Soft, soothing, subtly masculine. He had said “anything else,” after all. Despite the heat, a shiver ran down her spine. She picked up the bell and rang it.
After what seemed like an eternity, the glass door slid open, and the attendant stepped inside. “Yes, ma’am?” he intoned, looking steadily forward.
She struggled to keep her voice steady. “Yes, right. So, I hurt my shoulder a few days ago, and I will need a little help washing my back.”
“I see. I’ll get one of the female attendants to help you.” He had turned around and nearly reached the door when, almost involuntarily, she blurted out a word of protest.
“No!” As he spun around, his impassive face now showing a hint of alarm, she clapped a hand to her mouth, momentarily mortified by her own intensity. “That is – sorry – I just mean, it’s not necessary. I’d like you to help me, since I’ve already gotten to know you.” She blushed, hoping that her clumsy cover would go unnoticed.
He hesitated a moment, then stepped back towards the tub. “Well…yes, of course, ma’am. Here. Why don’t you sit up a bit with your back to me and let me know when you’re ready.” He again averted his gaze.
Her heart pounding, she half rose up out of the water and turned to sit so that her back was facing him. She instinctively covered her breasts with her arms, and then let them fall to her sides, trying to appear casual.
He took up a soft natural sponge resting on the tray table and dipped it in the tub, gently squeezing the excess water out. Every drop seemed to fall individually as they thudded onto the surface of the water and rustled the dried flowers and leaves. He applied some soap and worked it into a rich lather. She tensed, waiting for the sponge on her back which suddenly seemed cold and exposed. Involuntarily, she gasped when its wet, pleasantly scratchy surface came to rest on her shoulder.
“Everything all right, ma’am?” The voice was steady but with just a hint of concern.
“Yes, yes. It’s just a bit colder than I was expecting, is all.”
“I can add some warmer water-”
“No, no,” she interrupted, trying not to sound as impatient as she felt. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. You can keep going.”
He hesitated a second, narrowing his eyes imperceptibly before resuming, gently drawing the sponge across the nape of her neck. Despite her nervous anticipation, the feeling of the sponge made her relax into the washing almost as if a switch had been thrown, disabling all of her defense mechanisms. She sank back against the side of the tub, totally focused on the alternating feeling of the lightly abrasive sponge with the water he poured from his cupped hand on her neck and shoulders.
Suddenly, her eyes snapped open at his gentle hand alighting on the nape of her neck. “Ma’am. If you could lean forward a little so I can wash further down your back.”
She leaned forward, half rising out of the water, calculating the next moments. In a voice she hardly recognized as her own, she said, “That’s very nice, thank you. Could you make sure to go down to the small of my back? That’s the spot I have the hardest time reaching.” She held her breath waiting for his response, swearing she could hear him doing likewise.
“…of-of course, ma’am.” She smiled thinly, then more broadly as his hand once again descended on her back. Surrendering to the sponge’s caresses, she closed her eyes. She had almost forgotten her gambit when it began to approach her hips and sacrum. Her hips shifted slightly as he began to gently wash what he didn’t know, couldn’t know, was an especially sensitive part of her body.
Involuntarily, she moaned softly. He froze. “Ma’am…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
This was it. Now or never. “No, no, please. It’s okay. Please don’t stop.” She turned her head to look at him. He was kneeling at the side of the tub, a look of panic in his eyes that she now noticed were piercing blue – like hers. “Please. It’s okay. This is what I want.”
His breathing got heavier. “You – you do?”
“Yes.” She turned entirely around to face him. Rivulets of water ran off her breasts as she stared at him, her gaze turning into a smile. “This is exactly what I want.” She reached out to touch his face. He flinched slightly as her hand came to rest on his cheek, but didn’t move. She drew his face to hers and kissed him, softly at first, and then more deeply. He hesitated for only a moment, melting into the kiss with her and placing his hands on her head to stroke her wet hair.
She broke the kiss, pressing her forehead to his, breathing hard. “Would you…would you join me?”
The panic came back into his eyes. “Join you? But- Uh, that is…”
“It’s okay.” Her voice was steadier and more confident now. “Only if you want to, of course. But I would really like it.” She leaned back, exposing all of herself to him, smiling.
He stared at her for a moment, taking in her shapely form. Without breaking his gaze, he began unknotting his apron, first unsteadily and then more frantically as the knot stubbornly refused to be undone.
She giggled slightly. In addition to being handsome, he was very cute in his befuddlement. He finally removed the apron, then started to take off his spa polo, momentarily getting caught up in the sleeves. With a frustrated grunt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. She took him in – slim but not skinny, with subtly defined muscles. Perfect. She glided to the side of the tub and rested her arms on its edge, watching him. Aware he now had an audience, he blushed, smiling shyly as he unbuckled his belt and slid his pants, then his boxer briefs, to the floor.
She grinned. A nice cock – big enough to get a grip on, not so big as to be uncomfortable. She noticed with satisfaction and excitement that it was already erect, curved up a bit in a flourish as visually appealing as it held potential for hitting all the right places.
“Uh…” now naked, he stood momentarily, unsure what to do next.
“Get in.” She smiled and indicated behind her. Gingerly, he lowered himself into the warm, almost hot water, and sat uncertainly on the tub’s bottom. She slid back against him, pressing her ass against his stiff cock as the answer to his unasked question. “You were washing me, right?” she murmured, settling back against him.
Without responding, strong arms slowly enveloped her as he bent his head to her neck. Kissing her, he again took up the sponge and reached under the water to softly scrub her hips and lower back.
His touch lit up her entire pelvis. She moaned and pressed back against him, feeling his hardness slide between her legs to rub against her now-aching pussy. “Yes…that’s amazing.” She turned her head, searching for his lips, which he quickly pressed to hers. They kissed again, his hands now caressing her hips and waist without the assistance of the sponge. She moaned, summoning as much self-control as she could muster. “Washing…washing…remember…I got into the bath for a reason, you know.”
“Oh – I’m sorry-” he stammered, fumbling for the sponge.
She laughed, squeezing his arms. “No, I’m kidding. You’re so sweet.” She chuckled again. “But I really would like you to keep washing me. For example…these could use some attention.” She arched her back and lifted her breasts out of the water.
His eyes grew wide. “Of course,” he murmured, his voice more confident now. He brought the sponge to her chest just below her collarbone. She nestled further back against him, again feeling his cock slide between her pussy lips. She moaned, feeling him tense as well at the sensation.
His hands were steadier now. His hesitation forgotten, he held her tightly with one arm as he gently washed her breasts with his free hand. She squirmed as he traced circles with the sponge, carefully avoiding her nipples, which stood erect with anticipation. He bent his mouth to her ear. “Is this what you like, ma’am? Do you like your breasts washed?”
“Oh, oh, yes,” she gasped. “But, you know- the nipples, they-”
“They what?” he teased. “Tell me what they need.”
She moaned. “They need you to touch them, to lick them, to suck them.”
“Like this?” Abandoning the sponge, he let his hand glide across her right nipple, sending shockwaves through her torso down to her very core.
“Yes…yes…” she moaned. “Just like that.”
Releasing the sponge, he held her tight against him, cupping a breast in each hand. As he played with her nipples, pinching them gently and releasing, she reached a hand down to where his cock was caressing her pussy, pushing it firmly into her clit. He moaned at her touch, increasing the urgency of his own caresses.
Already, the pressure was building. She briefly considered letting things unfold as they were, but decided against it. She abruptly slid forward, turned herself over, and paddled desperately back towards him, settling in his lap as best she could in the oversized but still cramped tub. She leaned forward to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck and letting her breasts rest against his chest.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, gazing at her.
“Thank you,” she giggled. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she murmured, abruptly adjusting to a deeper and more sultry tone, kissing his neck and grinding against him. They both moaned, feeling each other under the water.
She reached down, grasped his cock, and guided it to her pussy, looking into his widening eyes. “Is this okay?” she asked. He nodded wordlessly, and she lost no time in lowering herself onto him. She’d never had sex underwater – the water buffered contact slightly, but still the feeling was electric. They both gasped. She slid further down his length, feeling an increasing indescribable fullness inside her.
“Fuuck,” he muttered. “Fuck, fuck yes.” He grasped her hips and began trying to thrust into her, a task made cumbersome by his position in the tub.
She smiled and shook her head. “No, it’s okay. I’ll take care of this.” She began bobbing up and down, feeling him slide in and out of her and gasping at the feeling. Leaning forward, she ground her clit into his pubic bone, feeling almost overwhelmed by the simultaneous contact and penetration all at once. She grabbed at his chest, moaning, moving up and down, water splashing out of the tub in all directions.
“Goddamn it,” he muttered. “You are so good, you are too good.” Despite her instructions, he was gamely trying to keep rhythm with her movements, maximizing their bodies’ contact with each other. His hands grasped her back tightly as he pulled himself up to kiss her. “Beautiful girl,” he whispered. He was transformed, now. No longer the demure spa attendant, he met her passion with a voracious appetite of his own, doing his best to fuck her in the constraints of the space.
They gyrated against each other, moaning, kissing, licking, grabbing, until very suddenly their eyes met with looks of mutual urgency.
“I’m going to cum,” she said, cutting off his own identical statement. He responded by thrusting powerfully into her, making her sentence end in a low moan that gradually built to a loud yell as her pussy clenched and an orgasm erupted from deep inside her. She fell forward, still panting and moaning, as he suddenly tensed and bellowed, thrusting wildly as he shot his hot cum into her.
For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Her chest heaved against his as they both breathed heavily, coming down from the experience. She let her head rest against his shoulder for a long moment before suddenly raising it to look at him.
“I think I might come back,” she said.
