The Spa Treatment

Deb couldn?t believe how beautiful the changing room was. Norway had been amazing. Starting in Oslo, they explored the historic streets and ate at the sidewalk cafes of old. Then the cruise. She had no idea that cruising an inland waterway could be so romantic. After thirty years of marriage, she was more in love with Roderick than ever.The trip was a combination of an anniversary present to her and a retirement celebration for him. They had saved for years and this was the dream. On the third day of the Hurtigruten cruise through the fjords of the beautiful countryside, Deb was getting ready to take advantage of the spa. Rod was playing golf with a group of men that had signed up for the day package in one of the towns along the cruise. Tired from the previous day?s walking tour, she was going to have the full treatment. Having removed her clothing in the private changing room, she donned the fluffy cotton robe that hung on a rack.A knock on her door was followed by a soft male voice, ?Your hot tub is ready, madame.??Thank you,? she replied, slipping her feet into the slippers, ?Coming out now.??Right this way,? the tall man motioned when she emerged from the room, ?I am Sven. I?ll be your guide and your masseur.?Deb was surprised to see him wearing a similar robe. His Nordic accent was thick and alluring. His snow-white hair hung to his broad shoulders and his robe hung open at the chest. She felt her face burn red when he held his hands out to take her robe. She hesitated just enough to let him know that she was not used to being naked in front of strangers.?Ah, madame,? he said with a reassuring smile, ?I am a professional. I will be with you every step of the way.?She untied the fuzzy, white sash and let him take the robe from her shoulders, and stepped into the hot tub, sitting in the one-hundred-and-four-degree water, she was immediately relaxed. Sven hung her robe on a coat rack then turned to the bar, fetching a glass of champagne, and leaned down, offering it to his charge. Deb took the glass and sipped the bubbling liquid, ?Thank you,? she said, shocked when he untied the sash of his robe and revealed his nakedness to her. She instinctively closed her eyes and laid her head back on the tub but the image was burned into her mind. Tall and lean. Strong and muscular. His body, the first she had seen naked other than Roderick?s in the last thirty years, was so unlike her husband?s. Rod, bless his heart, was a good husband. He was a great provider and dedicated to her. Time and age had changed him from the strong, young buck of their youth, to the average man of fifty-five that he was today. Covered in thick salt and pepper hair that nearly hid his entire cock, he was a middle-aged man. There was no hair on Sven?s body. Not one. His cock hung between his strong thighs, long and thick. She had never seen anything like it. Even with her eyes tightly closed, she could still see it. The pale white skin bulged by thick purple veins spiderwebbing the length of his thick shaft. Though the water şişli escort was hot, she could feel her nipples tighten in response. She opened her eyes again when he stepped into the water, timidly watching his body disappear beneath the bubbles. With a smile, he began to explain the process of the spa routine. First, she would have an hour in the hot tub to relax her body and get used to being pampered. He was hers for the day, treating her to champagne and strawberries, and conversation on the history of Norway and the customs of his people. She learned that he was a descendant of Bjorn Ironsides, a fierce Viking warrior, and father of the Swedish king who bore his father?s name. He seemed to Deb to be very proud of his family heritage. Time slipped by and she was finishing her third glass of champagne when Sven stood up, his beautifully sculpted body glistening wet and dripping the mineral water of the tub. His cock, just as long and thick as the image in her mind, hung just a few feet from her eyes that, mellowed by the wine, refused to close now. She was becoming relaxed in his presence. His soothing voice and sexy accent had her feeling young and bold.Though she would never say it out loud, she wanted to reach out and touch it. She wanted to feel its weight and girth. She wanted to feel the smoothness of his silky skin and the heft of his large testicles in the cup of her hand. He offered his hand and helped her stand on shaky legs. She didn?t bother trying to cover her private skin. The alcohol was having its effect. ?We will shower now,? he said softly, ?The mineral water shouldn?t dry on your skin.?Wrapping her body, just as aged as her husband?s, in the oversized towel that her host offered and following him to the shower, she couldn?t help but notice the buzzing of her clitoris and the wetness of her sex. Her mind wandered through a fantasy while she watched his naked ass, tight and muscular, walk to the shower. ?What would it be like?? She wondered, never having cheated, ?To have a man like Sven. To feel a cock like his inside me. So long and thick.?He waited for her, holding the shower door, the water running hot, his cock hanging between his strong legs. She hung her towel and walked shamelessly past him, her body, middle-aged as it was, on display, lightly brushed his cock. He smiled knowingly when she glanced up at him. She heard the door swing shut and felt the hot water splash her skin. Her eyes closed as the stream flowed from the top of her head over her face. The images still swirling in her imagination, Deb opened her eyes to see Sven soaping a big sponge. Her nipples were as hard as a teenager on her first date, she was hoping he would use that sponge on her body. She would not be disappointed. He motioned her to turn around. With her back to her host, she felt him begin to scrub her neck and shoulders. Felt the soapy bubbles trail down the center of her back and between the fleshy cheeks of her ass. If he was as good at the massage as he was with the mecidiyeköy escort sponge, she knew that she was in for a real treat. His free hand was now resting on her left hip, his fingers curled over the curve of her pelvic bone. The sponge gently swirling on her shoulders, her body trembling, her nipples painfully erect, the soap trailed down, she softly sighed. She felt Sven rest his chin on her shoulder, his hand pulling her hip to him, ?Relax,? he whispered, ?I won?t hurt you.?He pushed the soapy sponge around her body and up between her breasts. She felt his cock, seemingly half hard, curving downward between the cheeks of her ass, pressing gently. She leaned forward against the glass wall of the shower, savoring the feelings coursing through her sex. She felt his free hand slide up her body, skimming the water and cupping her left breast.Deb moaned, ?Oh, yes,? his finger circling her stiff nipple. He nuzzled his cheek on her neck and pushed the sponge between her legs. His cock was fully erect now, pushing itself between her thighs, her body wracked with the desire to be taken by this strong young man. Her moans were soft and barely audible under the steaming hiss of the shower. Sven gently massaged her sex, bringing her closer to something she hasn?t experienced in ten years. Sex with her husband had suffered the same aging as their bodies. It was always good with him but, damn it had gotten to be routine. That was before it simply faded into the sunset. Sven was bringing those feelings and desires back to life. She couldn?t help but moan, Sven whispering in her ear. He spoke in his native tongue, urging her to let go. His words sunk into her, driving her closer to climax. She felt young again, taken by his warm gentle touch.?Yes,? she answered, breathing the one syllable even though she couldn?t understand his foreign language. It didn?t matter. Pleasure was a universal tongue. ?Fuck me, Sven,? she fairly pleaded.?Patience, Madame Deb,? he answered, expertly leading her to bliss, ?The day is young.?She was so close to orgasm. His expert hands kept her on the brink. Edging her close then pulling her back. Her frustration built, making what was to come that much greater. He knew what he was doing.She felt the thickness of his shaft between her thighs, his cock head protruding, visible when she looked down. Without a thought of her husband, she pushed it upward with her fingers causing it to press against her engorged clitoris. Sven began to grind against her, the slickness of the soap and her excitement let him glide over her nub without resistance. It was all she could take. Her body trembled and her knees buckled. She fell headlong into the deepest well of pleasure she had ever experienced. Drowning in wave on wave of passion and lust. Her hands against the glass wall and her lover steadying her balance, she fell deeper. ?That?s it,? Sven encouraged, ?Let it take you.?She felt as though her body was gushing from the center of her sex. Almost as if she was coming from a cock, spewing fluids. It was something she had never felt. She wondered if this was what they called squirting. It felt amazing. She felt no guilt, though she considered this cheating. She felt no shame, though her body wasn?t the young cheerleader that it was thirty-five years ago. The only thing she felt was sexy.Sven draped his arm over her shoulder and across her chest, his hand resting under her opposite arm, embracing her and soothing her back down from the pinnacle of climax. Holding her close, her hand still pressing the head of his cock to her dripping pussy, ?Yes,? he whispered, ?Let it wash through you. Let it take you. Enjoy it.?Her body shook in his arms, her breath was deep and slow. He could feel her heart pound in her chest. Slowly she regained her composure and started to feel the guilt, one-minute giggling and the next on the verge of tears. Her emotions were like a hurricane, spinning out of control. Sven knew how to calm her. He had seen it so many times. Taking her hand, he pulled her gently out of the shower, handing her a fresh towel. As she dried her body, he poured her another glass of champagne. His cock stood at attention when he handed her the glass. He noticed that she had begun to divert her eyes. No longer glancing at his nakedness. This was not new to him. He would let the wine settle her nerves again. He didn?t want her drunk, just mellowed. He took the towel and finished patting her dry.Deb gulped the few swallows of the liquid and took another glass when he offered, still naked and still very much aware that her host was too. She honestly hadn?t planned what had just happened. The lingering feeling of orgasm still had her emotions shifting. She smiled to herself, once again sneaking looks at the beautiful cock that her host did not hide. She had climaxed and had not even been fucked.Raising an eyebrow, she thought, ?I haven?t cheated,? consoling herself, ?That wasn?t really sex.?Sven caught a hint of her smile, ?Ah, madame, you are pleased??Looking up at him she stammered, ?The champagne tickles my nose.??But you are pleased, no??She looked back away, her finger tracing the rim of her glass, ?Yes, Sven,? she said, barely above a whisper. She decided to be honest, ?I haven?t felt this way in so long that I had forgotten the pleasure.?He knew that she was ready so he stepped closer, taking her glass. Pushing her chin up with a finger, he kissed her gently on the lips, looking into her soft hazel eyes, ?I can make you feel so much more,? he said, his hard cock pressed to her hip. Looking up into his eyes, so close and blue, she couldn?t resist. Her hand found his cock, so hard and thick, pulsing in her gentle grip. Never had she felt anything like it. Her lips opened when he kissed her again, offering his tongue. She squeezed his shaft and sucked his tongue in, tasting his kiss for the very first time. She wanted to drop to her knees and taste his cock in the same way but he held her close. He would make her wait until he was ready. Still, she stroked him, her hand feeling his warmth and the wetness of his pre cum. ?So long and thick,? she thought, ?So hard.??Are you ready for your massage?? He asked, whispering into her ear.