My body felt languid and beautiful as I roused myself from my daytime nap. Turning over in the huge hotel bed made the luxurious feathery quilt rustle, while the smooth cotton sheets nestled against me, caressing my bare skin.

My body was silky smooth—my boyfriend Alexei had treated me to a day at the spa earlier. My whole morning had been mapped out, an agenda of treatments to make me feel increasingly groomed and relaxed. It began with a Hollywood wax so my entire intimate area had been landscaped hairless and smooth. Next, I had enjoyed a back and neck massage which worked out any aches and tightness, a totally blissful experience. As the masseuse had used her supple fingers to unknot my shoulder muscles, she tugged gently at the nape of my neck to release tension. I had begun to feel as if I was in a little boat drifting on a calm lake, so lulled and soothed was I by her expert touch.

There is something slightly sexual about so much attention being paid to one’s body by so many people. All the therapists at the spa were so polite and attentive that it was easy to imagine I was a princess being buffed up and perfected, in preparation for meeting my betrothed, the handsome prince. In a way I was!

Alexei was meeting up with me a little later. He’d booked a suite at a nearby hotel, where we planned to spend all afternoon in bed pleasuring each other every way we could think of. Then we had plans to dress up and go out that evening, so it felt important to look my best. The beauticians unwrapped my limbs, one at a time, for exfoliation, before gently massaging delicious smelling unguents into my softened skin. It was easy to allow myself to float away on indulgent daydreams.

While the therapist’s nimble fingers worked their way up my legs from ankle to calf, my pussy was already tingling. When those same kneading, insistent fingers massaged further up my legs till they reached my gluteus maximus I felt increasingly horny, but I hoped that my enthusiasm would not leave visible evidence! She continued massaging the globes of my buttocks, which felt so sensuous. I had to suppress a giggle when her fingers dug into the curve of my waist because I was ticklish there. Her soothing strokes and rubs continued up my back, fanning out to sweep over my ribs, releasing any tension held around my shoulder…