Spa Weekend – A Day of [FF]oreplay

The spa weekend arranged weeks prior finally arrived, I am full of nerves and eager anticipation. We’ve gone to the spa together many times before, sat beside each wrapped in big fluffy white robes on the lounge chairs by the pool. But this time is different…

My friend picks me up, my farmhouse is on the way to the resort. We’ve booked a night at the hotel with spa treatments on both days. I have thrown basic needs into an overnight bad but this time I’ve packed a few extra things, lingerie and toys for us.

Her smile when I open the car door is electric, dark eyes twinkling with our secret. On the way there we discuss what our kids are doing and what we will eat at the resort. We both love to cook but love to have magnificent plates laid on the table in front of us even more.

We check into our room, as soon as the door clicks, her hand is sliding over my ass and then pulls back for a big teasing pop. I drop my bag and with a thirsty reach grab her neck and pull her lips toward me. It is a perfect repeat of the kisses we shared in the hot tub weeks before.

Just as we are getting lost in the moment, the phone rings – a reminder of the appointments downstairs. We laugh the whole way down the hall – feeling like giddy kids caught in the act.

We check in and they point us towards the changing rooms, we both glance around and then sneak in the same room together. Taking the moment to help each slide out of our clothes and into our favorite soft fluffy white robes.

Our cheeks are red from touching a little too long while we undressed each other, we walk out to grab a drink at the bar and relax until we head back for massages. My name is called first, she smiled a big smile knowing this is my favorite – a hot stone massage.

The intensity of the massage is multiplied thinking of being here with her and the few moments of touching have every nerve ending exposed and excited. As the masseur, places each hot stone on my body my mind sees her hand, feels her hand. I’m so very turned on, I can feel my wetness puddling between my bare thighs.

Her deep tissue massage was shorter than mine, so I turn the corner to find her lounging by the pool, drink in hand, robe falling over to reveal just enough thigh to be very tempting. We have joint pedicures and manicures next so I pick up my whiskey and ginger clinking the champagne glass she holds between two fingers and lean down for another kiss. She gently slides her hand in my robe punching my nipple. We pull away and sit holding hands for a moment while we wait.

While our fingers, toes, feet and hands are rubbed and polished, we talk generally about school and our crazy coworkers and friends. We both giggle every time we say “thank goodness we have each other.” We teasingly stare up and down each other, our eyes full of lust, flirting with our lips – knowing what is on the other’s thoughts. Her eyes tracing my curves makes my pussy ache with desire.

Heading back to the room, our bodies are still a little oily from the massages. As soon as the door clicks, our clothes drop away again and our hands start to glide over each other. She looks at the clock announcing we have an hour before our reservations at restaurant downstairs and nods her head toward the shower.

Without hesitation we walk into the big two headed shower together. We turn the water as hot as it will go – the shower is quickly steamy. The hot water and steam against the slick oil on our skin makes our bodies irresistible. We both stand and stare, slightly embarrassed to feel the others eyes but loving the appreciation of the work we both put into our bodies. Rubbing the bubbles all over one another, soaping each other’s breasts and grasping, cupping, teasing our hard nipples over and over. Then sliding our hands around each other into an embrace that lets us both rub soapy bubbles over each other’s ass and backs. We separate our intertwined bodies long enough to wash our hair and then to wrap warm white towels around each other’s curves.

We both slide into our favorite silky sundresses and snappy heels. My pink and purple dress has a long v-neck rebaking just the top my breasts and tiny little spaghetti straps. She wears a shirt strapless dress with red and white strips to show off her legs and perfect collar bones. I add a long necklace and some dangling earrings and my favorite bracelets before we head down to the restaurant holding hands, jokingly pinching each other’s ass as we walk down the hall.

We are seated almost in the center of the room, at a small table with a long white table cloth and soft upholstered chairs. We order our normal drinks, one ginger and whiskey and one vodka tonic. We spurge on fried green tomatoes and pimento cheese with pita chips to share and house salads for dinner.

As we sit and sip our drinks, I feel her foot, sliding up the inside of my leg, tickling and sensual as the smooth heel slides up my leg. The corners of my lips turn up into a naughty grin. Thinking – can we sit in the middle of this restaurant and flirt with each other all night?

She leans forward to reveal just enough of her perfect cleavage, so tempting, my fingers play with her hands on the table, rolling my fingers over while I slide my tongue across my lips, biting my pink bottom lip.

After dinner we find two rocking chair on the porch overlooking the putting green. Stealing sneaky moments to slide a finger up her thigh or down her arm while we talk. She takes every chance to tell me how beautiful I look tonight and touch me in places that before didn’t seem erotic. Like a seemingly innocent touches along the ankle strap of my strappy heels or untucking my hair from behind my ear to let my hair grace down my face.

As the sun sets, we move back into the bar. Finding stools we slide in and order another round. We sit at the bar our legs touching, thighs rubbing and gliding our dresses inches up our legs every time we move. I take my hand from my cold glass and touch the inside her warm leg. Her breath catches and she smiles a big naughty smile. She leans in to whisper in my ear, “should we go to the room?” My heart races and I return the smile, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the door….

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