Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
“Screw her,” he mumbles, and I can’t help my laugh.
“Come onnnn,” I jump on top of him.
“Go back to bed,” he whines. “I told her we’ll meet up with her tonight.”
“Wait, really?” I fall back t my side of the bed.
“Yeah,” he sits up, smiling.
“And you didn’t tell me this because?”
“I wanted it to be a surprise,” he pulls me back on top of him. “We get the whole day alone.”
“EEEK!” I can’t contain my excitement. “How did you manage that?”
“I said she’d probably want to spend her first day married with her husband, and that we didn’t want to intrude,” he rubs the tops of my thighs. “So I figured we’d have breakfast on our balcony, and then we’ll visit the spa…”
“You are amazing,” I kiss him. “Seriously, the most perfect person ever!”
“Yeah? He laughs. “Tell me more.”
The elevator dings, letting us know we’ve reached our destination, and as the doors open, we’re met with dim lighting, candles, and exposed natural stone.
We’re in the basement of the castle, where the hotel’s spa is located, but on the elevator it’s marked with a “D” for dungeon.
I went to a spa once before, but it looked nothing like this.
A lady looks up from a tiny, but modern, reception desk, and while Josh checks us in, I can’t help but notice the water feature. It’s a large, cascading fountain that flows all around, like we’re underwater, until it mysteriously leaves the room.
We’re immediately escorted down a long hallway that looks similar to the welcome area with the natural stone, and I’m thrilled we’re following the water, because something about it has me so transfixed.
We stop in front of ornate doors that fits the castle’s décor, and right in front of the room, the water drops into the floor, and we have to walk over a small bridge to enter.
I step inside, and freeze. Three walls are stone, but the other is completely open. The water that flowed under the room is coming out from below, falling into the large, gorgeous lake, and in the far, far distance I can see a fairy-tale like town, which I recognize as the village we’ve gone to a few times. The room itself is dim, mostly lit by Mother Nature, and on the other side sits a large, stone shower, two luxurious-looking massage beds, and right in the center is a bubbling in-ground hot tub.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, enjoying the minty, clean air while listening to the crashing sound of the waterfall falling a few hundred feet below us.
I open my eyes as two new people enter. They introduce themselves as our attendants, and lead us behind a small room divider, which bleeds into a little dressing area, where slippers and robes are waiting.
Josh speaks to them in French, and as soon as they leave, he smiles my way.
“They said we have about 30 minutes to enjoy the room before our massages begin,” he translates.
“This is spectacular!” I can’t help beaming smile, and I immediately start to take off my cover up, revealing my bathing suit underneath, anxious to get in that hot tub.
“So,” I let curiosity get the best of me. “Does getting a massage make you nervous, like you’ll get hard or something?” I turn around, and his shirt is off. My mouth goes dry, his hard muscles rendering me speechless.
“No,” he laughs. “Except… maybe if I look over at you. Then I’d be a goner for sure.”
We both laugh and he steps towards me.
“Like, what if I see the outline of your large breasts?” He touches the sides of them. “Or if I see your legs, long and gorgeous?” He bends down, picking me up, and I squeal.
He brings us over to hot tub, and for a second I close my eyes and cower in his arms, scared he’s going to toss me in. He chuckles, walking towards the steps, taking one at a time, but instead of bringing me in with him he places me on the side, with just my feet dangling in the water. I can already make out the hard outline of him through the bubbling water as he sits down on the built-in bench.
“Is your cock hard now?” I reach back and untie the string to my bikini top. It falls around my chest, exposing my breasts, and all I see is the water slushing as his hips involuntarily thrust.
“Why don’t you come and see?” He smiles, pulling his suit down until his long, swollen penis pokes out of the water.
“Josh!” I giggle. “What if they come in?”
His hand wraps around his thick, veiny shaft, and he begins to twist and jerk.
“Are you asking because you're scared, or because you like the thrill?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Right now I’m liking the view,” I laugh, biting my lip. “Squeeze it!” I command, watching him intently. “Yeah, like that.”