Fishnets and Camel Toe Treatment at the Nirvana Spa
Paul’s mantra was no-strings sex and strictly on his terms, until he met Carole, the foot therapist
The Nirvana Spa was a former stately home that had been turned into a health spa and retreat for the wealthy, the celebrated and the self-indulgent. Some came just for the pampering, others to kick bad habits and rest their livers and kidneys. Complete confidentiality was the rule, and clients were assured they would be free from the intrusions of the paparazzi.
Not that the media bothered Paul Barclay. In fact, he prided himself on his ‘don’t give a damn’ attitude. It was what made him the successful lawyer he was, a ruthless, sometimes aggressive fighter who would fight tooth and nail for his clients. Often that might include using less than scrupulous methods, such as the private investigators were paid so well out of the advantageous settlements he wrestled out of the hands of the opposite side.
Some of his friends had suggested to him it had been his overbearing attitude that caused Jeannette, his lover of two years and a fellow lawyer, to walk out on him and move to pastures new and a rival law firm. The fact that she hadn’t bothered to fight for any of their mutual possessions had rankled. Her parting shot had been:
“Why would I want anything that had been tainted by your narcissism, Paul?”
No damned woman will ever spurn me again!
After he had been allocated a room by the welcoming receptionist, Carole, the therapist summoned by the duty manager, showed him around the spa complex. She was a redhead with a spontaneous smile and a curvaceous figure. She had an appealing butt that cried out to be spanked. He perceived by the way she looked at him and subtly fluttered her eyelashes that getting her panties off probably wouldn’t be too difficult.
No strings sex, and strictly on my terms, was his mantra since Jeanette had left him.
The upstairs balcony had been modified into a circular gallery with viewing windows looking into the large rooms below.
“These are for the various classes that clients can book,” she said, leading the way and pointing through one such window at an assorted group of people dressed in leotards, track suits or shorts and tee-shirts. “This one you see is an aerobics class.”
Paul grunted non-committedly.
“This next one is for Tai Chi. It is very popular.”
“I don’t think I’ll want to join any class, thank you, Carole.”
I hate being told what to do. By anyone!
“That is your prerogative, sir. At The Nirvana, we only want to make your stay as pleasant — and stress-free as possible. If you care to, you can have a private lesson from any of our therapists or class instructors. For instance, I do aromatherapy and reflexology, so if you wished –”
“Maybe,” Paul cut her short. “I’ll have a close look at the catalogue in my room. I’ll probably have a swim first. How do I book lessons?”
“Just ring reception, it’s as easy as that.”
I like the look of those full lips of hers. They look as if they would be good to kiss. Useful for sucking, too.
“Perhaps I’ll book a lesson with someone,” he said matter-of-factly.
Carole wrinkled her nose. “If you would care to try a reflexology foot treatment, I’m always available, Mister Barclay. Please remember that.”
He smiled. “Thank you, Carole. I’ll certainly bear that in mind.”
Paul had the swimming pool to himself. It was typical of spa pools in that it was not really designed for lane swimming, but for people to zigzag about it in random Brownian motion. It was shaped a bit like a giant bean, with a jacuzzi at each pole, where swimmers could rest and chat while the bubbles cascaded about them.
After swimming twenty times around the perimeter, he had stopped for a rest in one of the jacuzzis. He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander.
He was dimly aware of the swish and splash of a body entering the water from the far end of the pool. An experienced swimmer himself, he could tell from the noise that the entrant to the pool was adept at the crawl.
Opening his eyes, he raised himself up to look over the pool edge.
It’s her! Carole.
He found himself grinning as he sat back on the Jacuzzi seat to watch her cut through the water like an Olympian. She was wearing goggles and a one-piece black swimsuit that clung to her and gave a clear impression of her athletic build as she raced effortlessly along.
Do I wait or do I join her? He debated with himself for a few moments as she swam round and round, just as he had done.
She pre-emptied him by swimming straight over and entering the jacuzzi. She sat on the submerged ledge opposite him and pulled her goggles down to let them hang round her neck.
“That’s better,” she said with a smile that almost gave him goosebumps. “I’m on my break and thought I’d take a quick dip.”
Paul felt slightly nonplussed at the way she had taken the initiative so effortlessly. He felt a tad irritated, for he liked to make the first opening gambit to start a conversation, and she had beaten him to it.
“So you’re here at the spa to relax, aren’t you Mister Barclay? So what do you do for a living? Something high-powered, I guess.”
He wondered whether to tell her he was a lawyer, or maybe spin her a tale and pretend to be something exotic. But again, she pre-emptied him.
“No, don’t tell me,” she said, raising her hand as she leaned back against the wall of the jacuzzi. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes pensively.
My God, she’s beautiful and sexy as hell. He took the opportunity to appraise her. He looked at her large orb-like breasts and imagined how good it would be to fondle them.
Her eyes snapped open suddenly, and he looked up abruptly, aware from her amused expression that she spotted that he had been ogling her.
“You’re a lawyer, aren’t you?”
“How did you know?”
“The way you carry yourself, the way you look — and the way you were studying my boobs.” She looked down at her cleavage and ran her middle fingertip between her boobs.
“You like them, don’t you?”
Paul gulped. “Y…Yes, I have to admit that I find them very attractive.”
He was suddenly aware that his cock had started to throb into life.
She licked her lips. “Would you like to see more of them, sir?”
His throat made a strange gurgling noise. “Call…Call me Paul, please.” He coughed to clear his throat, embarrassed to find himself stammering like a teenager. “And yes, I would like very much to see more.”
Carol raised her hands and slipped her fingers into the edge of her swimsuit. Slowly and gently, she pulled it down to reveal large erect nipples in all their glory.
“They’re gorgeous,” he said, his mouth suddenly dry. “Are they?”
“Real? Of course they are.”
The doors at the far end opened and a group of people came in, all dressed in the ubiquitous spa toweling bathrobes. Swiftly, they disrobed and entered the pool, some diving and others sidling down the steps.
Carole giggled and swiftly launched herself forward to glide across to him. She spun round and sat on the ledge next to him.
“I think we should stir up the water a little,” she said, reaching past him to thump a button on a panel on the tiled floor. Immediately, the jacuzzi started to bubble and seethe.
“You have a rather attractive mouth, Paul. Do you mind if I brush it?”
Before he could answer, she leaned close and kissed him hard, her tongue darting out to brush his lips. And then she pulled back and grinned.
“I believe in spontaneity and in grasping opportunities, Paul. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there?”
“Ab…absolutely not.”
“I’m glad you agree, because — ”
She smiled demurely at him as she reached underwater and grabbed his erect cock through his swimming trunks. “I couldn’t help noticing before I started the bubbles that you seemed pleased to see me.”
“Oh, I am,” he said in a croaking voice. He reached out to cup her left breast. “But, people — the swimmers — might see us.”
“Might they? Would that matter?”
He gasped as she moved her hand and slid it down the front of his trunks to grasp his cock and his balls. She squeezed hard and then slid her hand up his shaft to begin working it.
“Yes…yes, it would matter. You could lose your job. There could be a scandal. I couldn’t afford that to happen.”
She grasped his other hand under the bubbles and pulled it to her groin. He found her legs were as wide apart as possible.
“You could just shove a finger under my suit if you wanted to feel my pussy.” She leaned closer and kissed him again, almost chastely this time.
Paul looked desperately over the edge of the jacuzzi to make sure none of the swimmers were too close or they could see what was going on. Her hand was working magic on his cock, and he could not resist the urge to do as she had bidden. He found the edge of her suit and inveigled his fingers under it to move them over her flesh towards her pussy. He found her lips and began to caress them.
She’s shaven, just the way I like. God, I’ve never met anyone as wanton as her.
Her soft moan as he touched her was like music to his ears.
Splashing and laughter alerted them to the close approach of swimmers. Instantly, they withdrew their hands from each other’s body, and Carole propelled herself to the opposite side of the jacuzzi and lay back floating in the water. She raised an elegant foot.
“Do you like feet, Paul?”
“I like your foot, Carole. It’s beautiful.”
“Feet are my thing, of course,” she went on. “I’m a reflexologist and I love massaging feet.” She winked at him. “And I’m good at using my feet, too.”
He felt her other foot rubbing his balls through his swim trunks, and he gasped.
“And I’ve got very supple toes, almost like fingers.”
And then he was aware she was actually gripping his erect cock between her first and second toes in a pincer grip that he found incredibly erotic.
She waved to the swimmers as they continued their swimming peregrinations around the pool.
And to his amazement, Paul felt her jerking him off with her foot as she floated in front of him.
“Do you like that, Paul?” she said with a demure smile. “Shall I make you come here and now, or would you like to book a private session in your room in an hour?”
“A session, I think,” he replied. “It’ll give me time to have a cold shower.”
Carole released his cock and climbed out of the jacuzzi. “Maybe you’d better wait there a while until that glorious hard deflates.”
In his room an hour later, with Paul naked on the bed and Carole having divested all her clothes except for fishnet stockings and a suspender belt, she gave him a full foot reflexology treatment.
“That’s so fucking stimulating,” he said. “Just look at what you’re doing to my cock. It’s quivering.”
She laughed. “It’s a bit like the Indian Rope Trick, isn’t it? Maybe I’ll climb up it in a while and disappear into thin air.”
“Climb on it whenever you’re ready, but don’t you dare disappear.”
She smiled. “Well, maybe it’s time to carry on where we left off in the jacuzzi.”
Carole shuffled onto the end of the bed and reached out with her feet to hold and massage his balls between her soles. She lifted his left foot and continued her reflexology massage on it.
“Do you like that, Paul? Fishnets add a little frisson of pleasure, like specially ribbed condoms.”
He grinned. “It feels fabulous, and I love your camel toe that’s just staring at me.”
Carole looked down at her pussy as she started to wank his cock between her feet. “It’s weeping juice by the minute, Paul. How sensitive are your toes? Would you like to stretch out your other foot and see if you can part my pussy lips?”
He did so eagerly, rubbing the pad of his big toe between her lips and up over her clit.
“That’s beautiful,” she murmured. “See if you can push your toe inside my cunt. I like that.”
She continued working his cock and he her pussy with their feet until she squirted and let out a little shriek. Then she reached down and took the foot that had been in her pussy and sucked his toe.
“Now that cock needs a little more treatment,” she said, uncoiling herself and crawling between his legs to dip her tongue in his slit to lap up the pre-cum that had collected. And then she licked his cock and balls all over, before giving him the most magnificent blow job he had ever had.
With a noisy plopping noise, she gave him an extra suck and released him so that she could grasp his cock between her boobs to give him a tittie massage.
Paul watched his cock head appear and disappear between her orbs.
“I love your breasts,” he said breathlessly.
“So why don’t you suck the nipples?” she urged, releasing his cock and sliding up his torso, and then lowering herself to impale her pussy on his cock. “Oh look, I made the Indian Rope disappear up my cunt.”
They started fucking in earnest, Paul pounding into her cunt for all he was worth as he sucked and nibbled her nipples.
Over they rolled, switching positions several times until Paul gasped. “I…I’m coming.”
“Don’t you dare!” she snapped, coming off him and turning over to do a reverse cowgirl on him.
“I’m in charge here!” she said. “You’ll come when I say, not before.”
“I…I…will,” he gasped as she rode him like a stallion for a full fifteen more minutes.
“Cum now!” she gasped, her own orgasm suddenly hitting her like a battering ram.
She felt him spasm inside her five times, and felt his load shoot inside her to dribble out past his cock.
Laughing, she came off and repositioned herself at the end of the bed, and once again grasped his cock with her feet, wiping all of the cum and pussy juice from his cock.
“Now lick my toes. I want you to lick every drop from them. That will be the end of the first part of the foot treatment.”
Paul did as he was bidden.
“And what’s the second part?”
‘When you’ve finished, you can clean up my camel toe with your tongue. And then, if you’re a good boy, perhaps we’ll do it all over again. That’ll certainly relax you. We always aim to give — and to receive — complete satisfaction at The Nirvana.”
