Aphrodite's Spa by chance52

Hi everyone! My name is Chrissy. I’m 31 and single. I’ve been too busy trying to get my professional life on track to worry about finding a partner. I say partner and not husband because I am bisexual. I have dated a few men and women in recent years and have certainly had my fair share of wild sexual adventures but I just haven’t felt that connection with any of them that made me want to settle down.I work pretty hard at my job in corporate finance and am rather successful despite my relatively young age. I can afford a pretty nice apartment in the upscale area of town. The area of the city that I live in is pretty nice with a lot of great shops and restaurants where me and some of my friends hang out. I do have a few girlfriends that I pal around with like anyone. I might work hard but I also like to play on my time off. Letting work consume your life just isn’t the right thing to do so I try to find plenty of time to relax and let loose between conference calls, work travel and hitting up the gym.

Being that I work in the corporate world I typically dress pretty nicely. Most days I go to the office wearing a nice pencil skirt over my nicely shaped butt that I keep very firm with lots of squats. I usually let my curly blonde hair flow down over my shoulders and my 34 D breasts are always generously pushing their way out of my blouses. I try not to look too much like a slutty admin who blows their boss but it’s mostly the figure that I have.

I have this one special friend of mine whose name is Candy. Yes, that’s her actual name and no she’s not a stripper. From time to time, the two of us have wound up in bed together on different occasions either just with each other, sharing some lucky guy, or letting two hung studs share the two of us. She’s a pretty devious little minx but always loads of fun as I’m sure you can imagine.

Anyways, last year for my birthday she booked a massage package for me for this new place in town called Aphrodite’s Spa. I had never heard of it before and tried to get some information out of her about it but she refused to tell me anything. She would just look at me with this devious little smile on her face and tell me that I was in for a real treat. I know the kind of things that Candy gets into and she definitely had me in for something special, I just didn’t know what at the time.

I called the place up and set an appointment for my massage. The young woman on the phone sounded very attractive and certainly younger, probably mid twenties if I had to guess. I scheduled the appointment for Sunday afternoon figuring it would be a great way to wind down from what would probably be another blow out weekend of drinking with the girls. I was a bit anxious about it thinking back to that look on Candy’s face and couldn’t wait for Sunday to get here.

At 7 PM, I drove up to this unassuming building a little ways out of town that had a dark colored exterior and oddly no signage on it at all. If it wasn’t for the street number on the door and the neon sign in the window that was flashing “open”, I might have thought the place was closed. I got out of my car wearing my black leggings and sports bra and walked up to the front door noticing all of the blacked out windows. I reached my hand out for the door handle and let myself into the lobby brushing my curly blonde hair behind my ear as I walked in. I looked over to the reception desk as a young brunette flashed a big smile in my direction to greet me.

“Hi there! Welcome to Aphrodite’s Spa. My name is Jess. Do you have an appointment with us today?”

“Hi! Yes, I do. My friend Candy got this for me as a birthday surprise. My name is Chrissy. I booked an appointment for 7 PM.”

“Oh, Candy! I remember her. She couldn’t stop talking about her experience when she was done.”

“Ha! That’s funny cause she wouldn’t tell me anything about it.”

“Well, we do advise our guests to please not share too much about the experiences here as it ruins the surprise aspect for our new guests.”

“Oh, I see. Well, I think she purchased me a massage package, right?”

“Yes, your package does come with a full body massage. Why don’t you follow me this way and I’ll show you to your room so we can get you started?”

Jess stood up from the front desk and I noticed her very fit body. She was wearing a tight black blouse and a leather pencil skirt that hugged her sensuous hips. She gestured towards a door off to the side of the receptionist desk and I followed her towards it. I saw that she was wearing some very cute short cut boot high-heels and sheer black stockings that looked great on her amazingly fit legs. I’d have to ask her about her shoes when I got done.

Jess reached for the door and pulled it open. I looked past the doorway and saw a very dimly lit hallway. There were no lights other than some black lights that did very little to illuminate the long row of spread out doors. Jess turned towards me and smiled warmly in a way that could melt many hearts. “Please, follow me! As I explain a few things.”

“Our experiences here will involve all of your senses: sight, sound, touch, smell and taste. The associate taking care of you will carry you on a journey of relaxation and pleasure. Please don’t be afraid to ask for more or less of anything that they are doing. We are here to serve you and provide you with the best experience.”

I followed closely behind her as she talked, noticing her extremely well put together figure though it was hard to make out in the dark lighting. I could barely make out the shape of her ass if it wasn’t for the sheen on the leather skirt reflecting the light off from the lobby that was coming through the open door behind us.

“This experience is all about you,” she continued. “If at any point something is not to your liking or pleasurable, just let us know and we will do whatever we can to make this the best experience we can for you. We pride ourselves in complete satisfaction for our guests.”

As she kept talking and we walked deeper into the dark hallway, the light from the lobby started to fade away, the smell of aromatherapy oils started to fill my nostrils. I could smell lavender, citrus and sandalwood slowly filling my lungs as I started to fall into a sort of a trance while also trying to listen intently to what she had to say. She stopped about two thirds of the way down the hallway in front of an open door.

“This will be your room. There is a robe there on the massage table for you to change into. There are also a couple bottles of water just there on the side table should you care for any. Go ahead and get changed into the robe. You may leave on whatever clothing will make you most comfortable but we do suggest removing everything so as to not stain your clothing with the oils and lotions. Once you are ready, go ahead and lay down on the table on your stomach and someone will be right with you.”

I stepped into the room and heard the door shut behind me as Jess walked away. I could hear her heels clicking down the hallway. I looked around the room and it was difficult to make out anything. There was a side table in the corner with the water she spoke about, a dark colored robe folded neatly on top of the massage table, a couch off to one side, a chair under some hooks next to one of the walls, and a counter along another wall with several bottles, rags, and applicators.

I just shrugged my shoulders and figured what the hell. I pulled my sports bra off over my head while I kicked off my sneakers. My thumbs hooked into the waistband of my leggings and I shimmied them down over my firm ass and toned thighs. I reached down to peel off my socks and stood there for a moment wondering if I should take off my thong too. I had just bought it giving myself a little birthday treat and certainly didn’t want to stain it so I went ahead and took it off. I slipped the robe over my shoulders and then hopped up on to the massage table laying on my stomach and positioning my face into the open headrest looking straight down at the floor with my arms off to my side waiting patiently for what was going to happen next.

As I laid there with my head facing down through the headrest, I heard the door opening and some shuffling into the room. I was a little nervous and anxious. This was certainly not the typical experience for a massage and to say I was a bit shy to see who entered the room would be an understatement. I don’t know if it was the thrill of wanting a stranger to lay his hands on me or the excitement of the unknown but I just couldn’t bring myself to look up at who was coming into the room.

I heard some movement happening off to the side of the room before something pressed up against the table. Before I knew what was going on or had time to react, I felt the robe being pulled away from my body and being replaced by a large warm towel that covered my entire body from my shoulders all the way down past my feet. Then a pair of strong firm hands started kneading into my tense muscles, melting away any tension that had been there.

After a brief couple of minutes of the hands working on my back, then just suddenly stopped. This person in the room had still not uttered a word to me in the five minutes or so that he had been in the room. I heard the person off to the side again probably messing with the bottles on the counter and heard as they walked towards the bottom of the table. Fingers slowly grabbed the bottom of the towel and brought it up over my feet and folded it over my thighs, exposing everything from the knee down.