Em had decided to treat herself to a winter weekend away. Just by herself, somewhere plushly comfortable where she could unwind for a couple of days. She knew of a nice country spa resort a couple of hours away by car, in some pretty mountain country. It offered the opportunity to relax, some lovely views, and nice warming log fires in the restaurant and club lounge. There was nine-hole golf course, a lake to kayak on, and there were walking tours to nearby scenic spots. Em wouldn’t be doing any of that. She had her plans firmly fixed on the therapeutic spa for which the place was also famous. She’d looked at the spa menu on line and seen a couple of lovely treatments she might select when she was in residence. The drive down was pleasant enough, even though on a Friday afternoon and into the lowering sun. It was cooling off by the time she arrived and she was looking forward to checking into her suite and having a nice warming drink while she unpacked the few things she’d brought with her. The suite was even better than she’d thought it would be, with a nice little gas-fired faux-fire putting on a warming show in the fireplace, a spacious living room with all mod cons, a great bathroom. Em had always been a bathroom girl. It had a nice shady bedroom separated by full-depth screens. She checked her watch (it was six-thirty) and settled on the sofa with a very large whisky over masses of ice, her favourite poison. She consulted the resort literature gathered from the desk in the office nook Tunalı escort bayan where, after unpacking, she had set up her laptop computer. Golf? No. Kayaking? No. Tramping around the countryside with leeches? Definitely not. These were not Em things at all. She thought she might check out the gym next morning, or walk briskly three times round the compact little golf course if it wasn’t too chill. But that was next day. She browsed through the spa menu. With it was a discreet little note that simply said guests could choose to have their massage treatments in their suites. That hadn’t been on the website, Em thought with a sudden buzz. She much preferred a private delight, especially in those parts of the world where masseurs or masseuses were happy to provide very special private delights. She thought about that for a moment, contemplating the recollection of a particularly spectacular in room massage she had enjoyed in Hong Kong some months before. Her nipples got hard and her pussy moistened with the memory. She’d booked a massage with the hotel’s own spa. The masseur had made it plain to her before he started that if she had any special requirements he would be happy to oblige her. She did; and she recalled with a warm buzz that he had been very obliging indeed. Twice. Em always liked it twice. However, she reminded herself, that was there and this was here. Such services were generally very difficult to find, especially since no one advertised Escort ulus them. Em went back to the brochure. It said the spa provided in room massages from two in the afternoon until eleven at night but these had to be two-hour sessions. She looked at her watch. It was seven o’clock. She could get a salad or something yummy delivered to her room now, with a nice little bottle of wine, and book for nine o’clock. It would be nice to have a massage. Em had been having a trying time lately. Destressing was in order. She rang the spa and booked for nine pm. Her masseur would be Silvio. The cost was horrendous but that night Em didn’t care. Then she rang the restaurant and ordered a Caesar salad, a half bottle of cabernet merlot and coffee, and asked for the chocolate fudge dessert as well. She would put that in the refrigerator that hid discreetly behind the bar in the corner, with the wine cooler and the state of the art glass cooktop. She might get peckish in the night. Her meal came and she ate quickly. She rang to have the remains taken away. She could have more wine and coffee later from the supply in the suite. Then, at eight o’clock, Em had a shower with Vic. Vic was her vibrator. He travelled everywhere with her. She stripped herself naked, turned on the water jets, stepped under them, and flicked Vic’s little switch. He dealt with her in his customary fashion, briefly teasing her pussy lips and hair and then parting them and penetrating her vagina yenimahalle escort to fuck her with vigour, ejaculating hot water just like cum when his balls were squeezed. Em loved him for that. She always came hotly and shouted loudly to match. At eight-thirty Em, briefly satisfied, dressed in a sports bra and lycra shorts for her massage and put the lovely thick robe she found in the walk-in wardrobe over them. She poured herself another glass of wine and stood in front of the fire. At eight-fifty the phone in the room rang. She answered it. It was Silvio, checking that she was still okay with a nine o’clock massage. She was, she told him, and thought that he sounded very nice. She had no expectations, wasn’t contemplating anything other than a straight massage tonight. A very good massage, she was sure of that. But straight, for it was surely that sort of place. Ambrose hadn’t even twitched when she had called him earlier on somewhere on Planet Earth. She thought it was Paris but it could be Monaco by now. He was on yet another trip in search of a another story. He had simply said, “Very classy.” Ambrose knew these things. She often picked his brains for corporate purposes and he was always happy to provide advice that was always sound. Em symbolically warmed herself by the fire. Many people in many places would not think the fire was necessary. It wasn’t, really. It was basically symbolic, unless you wanted to lift up the hem of your house robe and warm your ass or your pussy. The room was air-conditioned to a pleasant 22 degrees. She smiled as she imagined Ambrose there with her and saying to her with his impish grin, which both entranced and enraged her, “That’s 72 on the old Fahrenheit scale.” A monitor on the wall said the outside temperature was already only 10 degrees.