The Escape
by Rosebud

That's what they called it in the brochure I received in the mail: The Escape. Exactly what I needed right now, according to Bianca, a good friend and psychologist who was trying to talk me into taking a long overdue break from life.

Things had been rough over the past year, with many of those events that are classified as highly stressful on those little psychologist's meters. Hell, I knew how stressed I was--I was fucking *living* it! The holidays were approaching rapidly, as they seem to do with alarming regularity the older we get. It's a time of year I've never really enjoyed, particularly the pressure to act happy, light and joyful when that's not what I'm feeling.

I turned down Bianca's kind invitation to join her for Christmas, even though being with her is something I would have enjoyed any other time of the year. The day after we chatted, a package arrived from FedEx, which contained a brochure and a gift certificate for The Escape.

My first thought, after reminding myself that it was a lovely gesture on Bianca's part, was "Oh, God--a singles place! The *last* thing I'm interested in trying!" Putting on my happy voice, I called to thank her for the gift. "I'd love to take credit," Bianca said, "but I didn't send it to you, Sarah."

Now that was interesting! The return address on the FedEx label was oddly smudged and I couldn't make it out. After casually mentioning it to several friends and family members, no one spoke up to take responsibility for sending it to me.
Finally figuring it was probably one of those vacation scams, where they suck you in with the promise of airfare and accommodations only to hold you prisoner for a week while they try to talk you into buying a time share condo on an island no one in their right mind would visit, I did a little research on the Internet.

Their web site was pretty fascinating. They offered just enough information to make it seem intriguing but not so much that I felt as though they were doing a hard sell. I got their number and called, trying to find out who had sent me the gift certificate. I hung up frustrated after a very nice man with a beautiful voice apologized sincerely when he told me they have a strict nondisclosure policy.

Leaving the package on my bedroom dresser, I tried to ignore it for several days. I wasn't about to go to a place I knew little about, paid for by God only knew who! Still, it lured me. As I was taking earrings out of the holder, spraying on perfume, getting dressed and undressed, it sat there on the dresser, waiting for me.

After a particularly bad week of impatient clients, an annoying dog being cared for by the neighbors, cold, wet, windy weather and unrelenting horniness, I awoke with the itch. The one that just can't seem to be scratched satisfactorily, mainly because you can't figure out what the hell is causing it. I wandered from room to room, not being able to settle down or concentrate on anything, not even something as mundane as washing the dishes.

Thinking it was my poor, neglected clit crying out to me, I headed for the bedroom to provide myself with some relief. Rubbing was always a pleasurable distraction and this time was no exception. I lit the candles on the nightstand (the subtle scent of jasmine will forever turn me on), turned off the light and lay back on my big brass bed, legs spread wide.

The first sexy thought that came to mind was Alan, a guy I knew only through e-mail and telephone conversations. Just hearing his voice gets my juices flowing! This time, my mind took Alan and me to a lovely paradise, surrounded by white, sandy beaches, tall palm trees that provide the perfect amount of shade and cool, moonlit nights as we lay beside a roaring fire.

As my fingers began running over my nipples, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Alan's hands holding my breasts and rubbing his lips over and over them. I felt the gentle scrape of his days' growth of beard on my nipples, teasing them to hardness. His talented tongue and teeth took over, sucking lightly at first and then with more firmness as I began to moan and move my hips.

Knowing I needed more, his mouth moved down my belly, opening my pussy lips with his fingers. His long, hard fingers probed inside my dripping cunt and his mouth went to work on my clit. Without gentleness, he began to suck and nip my clit as his fingers stroked in and out. It took only moments before I reached an orgasm of an intensity I hadn't felt in a long time. Amazing what the mind is capable of--after all, it was *my* fingers rubbing circles around my clit--but, for a moment, I would have sworn he was there.

I fell asleep for a couple of hours and awoke to a ringing telephone. It was American Airlines, telling me my flight time had changed. "Uh, *what* flight time?" I asked. "You're booked to leave on Thursday at 10 a.m., arriving in Ixtapa, Mexico at 3 p.m., returning to San Jose the following Wednesday morning." "I am? When was this reservation made?" The agent named a date that coincided with the day the FedEx package had been sent.

Now I was really curious! Whoever had sent the gift certificate had obviously made all the arrangements.

After getting off of the phone and sitting on the sofa for a few minutes, I was hit with an incredible feeling of "What the fuck!" Not the kind where you question what's going on, but a feeling of wanting to throw caution to the wind and just go for it. I figured I could always jump back on the plane if I didn't like it and there was a good chance that I could enjoy the hell out of myself.

The flight down was uneventful and the service prompt. As I left the jetway, I saw a sign printed with my name, being held by a young man wearing a chauffeur uniform. He led the way to baggage claim and with little fuss I was on my way to The Escape. The scenery was beautiful and the few buildings I saw were well cared for. The driver pointed out sights of interest occasionally but was otherwise quiet. The word that came to mind to describe what I saw was "serene."
After driving for an hour or so, we stopped in front of a large, beautiful old adobe building. The only sign on the building was a small, tasteful one simply stating their name. There was no parking lot, no cars in or around the area that I could see. After getting out I was struck by the breathtaking view of the ocean and the white sandy beach.

I was given a key to what I presumed was a room in the main building, only to be escorted to a cottage several hundred feet away. I hadn't noticed any other structures and figured out they must be secluded among the palm trees and other exotic plants. I was pleasantly surprised by the richness of the cottage: a large oak four-poster bed located in a separate bedroom with an unimpeded view of the ocean and a deck outside the sliding doors. An adequate kitchen, comfortable living room and a modern bathroom completed the cottage. Stepping out onto the deck I smiled in delight. A huge redwood hot tub was built into the deck!
Quickly slipping out of my clothes, I nearly ran to the tub in anticipation of a long, soothing soak. As I sat in water of the perfect temperature, I found the switch that turned on the pulsing jets to ease muscles cramped from so much traveling. The sun was low over the ocean and I sipped a glass of ice water while watching the perfect sunset.

Feeling deeply relaxed but not yet ready to leave the warmth or the view, I moved around to adjust the strength of the jets. As I did so, one of those pulsing streams of water began pounding on my pelvis. Oh, God, the sensation that was! Kneeling on the bench seat facing the outer wall of the tub, I spread my legs and let the jets work their magic. Moaning with the intense pleasure of all that water spraying onto my clit, I came hard and fast. Not content to leave it there, I moved back a little so the force wasn't quite so strong. My hips began moving on their own, rolling toward then away from the spray, almost like I was fucking a masterful cock.
Hanging on to the tub wall with only one hand, I began to roll my nipples between the fingers of the other, pinching them tightly and pulling for maximum effect. Another monster orgasm rolled over me, followed quickly by another and another. Limp with satisfaction and knees sore from the effort, I sat back down and reached for my ice water.

I spilled some of that cold water on my tits and the sensation was not an unpleasant one. Taking an ice cube from the glass, I began rubbing it over my nipples, watching them pucker from the cold and the stimulation. Wondering how chill of the ice would feel on my hot, swollen clit, I stood up and began running the cube down my belly. The ice had melted quite a bit from the heat of my body so the piece I pressed into my pussy mound was small; small but powerful. After the last of the ice was gone I used those now-cold fingers to stroke my clit, then leaned over to thrust them inside me. Ah, I'd found a new pleasure and one I'd be sure to try again soon.

Exhausted from the trip, the warm water and the orgasms, I got out of the tub and took one last look around. It was fully dark outside now, the only light coming from a lamp in the bedroom. Having forgotten to bring a towel outside, I stood on the deck and stroked the water from my skin as well as I could. I wasn't bothered by standing outside totally naked because I was as isolated as possible.

Falling into bed, I slept long and well, awaking only when the bedside phone rang. As I reached for the phone I saw the clock. It was nearly noon! I never sleep that late, ever. I realized that The Escape was, indeed, the perfect break from a stressful life. If only there were someone to enjoy it with. I had no problem providing myself with good and intense orgasms but they pale in comparison to coming with a partner.

The woman on the phone cheerfully wished me a good morning and asked if I wished to spend the afternoon at their day spa. She explained that it was an opportunity for an all-day orgy of bodily delights (really, that's how she put it) that included a thorough massage, skin conditioning treatment, make-over session, manicure, pedicure and more. Without even thinking about it, I said "yes" and she told me someone would be by to pick me up in an hour.

After a quick trip, we stopped in front of a large cottage, about three times the size of mine. The driver (the endlessly cheery woman who called earlier) escorted me inside and led me to a changing room. "Your attendant will be right with you. Change into the robe and go through that door. Oh, and enjoy!" This last was said with a wide smile.

The garment she called a "robe" was something I was going to try like hell to take home with me. Incredibly soft and so smooth it could only be pure silk, that emerald green fabric slid over my skin like a lover's caress. Just wearing it made me feel deeply sexy!

Opening the door to the spa, I was a bit surprised not to see anyone else there. The room was large and contained what seemed to be a massage table (although it looked even bigger and more comfortable than my bed at home), a chaise lounge chair with a smaller, wheeled chair beside it and a tray table that was probably for the manicurist. The west-facing wall was made entirely of glass and through it I saw a swimming pool and, a bit further out, the ocean. Beautiful and serene, and the perfect setting for the day of luxury awaiting me.

In a moment, a dark-haired young woman came in and greeted me with a smile. She asked me to sit in the chaise lounge and said she would be doing my manicure and pedicure. She gave me a hand massage that was both relaxing and stimulating--and felt heavenly--then did the same with my feet. Ah, the sensual pleasure of a good foot massage! Once done with that, I relaxed as she painted my fingernails and toenails, then awaited the next pleasure.

If possible, the skin treatment was even better than the manicure. After being steamed, scrubbed, sloughed and moisturized, my face felt as smooth and silky as the robe I wore. Leading me over to the massage table, the attendant showed me where to hang the robe and asked me to lay face down on the table. Eagerly awaiting this last bit of indulgence, I asked her if she preferred to begin at the head or the feet. "Oh, I'm not the massage therapist," she stated. "Your therapist will be here in a little while. Please just relax and enjoy yourself." With that, she left the room, dimming the lights and pushing a button to draw a screen over the window wall.

I must have relaxed enough to fall asleep because I was startled awake by the sound of the door opening. Looking up, I could see the shape of the therapist. As the person drew closer, I discovered that it was a man! A tall, very attractive man. Speaking softly, almost so softly I couldn't hear him, he asked me to lay back down. With a shrug, I did so, figuring that he'd probably seen hundreds of naked bodies and that by now they were just muscles that needed to be worked.
Music softly filled the air and he began by brushing the hair away from my shoulders. That simple touch, meaningless really, sent immediate tingles down my spine. Warm, strong hands, coated lightly with an unscented oil, began stroking my shoulders and down my arms. Gentle touches, more like caresses, as his hands felt my body and noted stress points, particularly sensitive areas and sore spots.
From shoulders to fingertips, then back again; fingers stroking lightly down my spine; palms moving sideways across my back; fingertips just brushing the sides of my breasts; the warmth of his body; the light, sweet smell of the oil--all of these things combined to create physical bliss. I could feel my body becoming very aroused and I was glad that it isn't as obvious with women as it is with men! My pussy felt like it was oozing honey and every nerve in my body was tingling.
His magical hands began working on the small of my back, easing their way down to my ass. As the music continued to play softly, his fingers began kneading my ass cheeks. He seemed to spend a lot of time stroking, which was fine with me because it felt so good. Finally he began working the muscles in my thighs and as his fingers dipped down the side I found myself wishing they would "slip" and begin stoking my clit.

I caught myself trying to wiggle my hips in an effort to rub my aching clit against the padding and stopped, deeply embarrassed thinking he'd known what I was doing. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" That deep, sensual voice contained a hint of amusement. Far from relaxing me, those few words caused a shock of recognition and longing. His voice sounded just like Alan's, the man I knew only by his voice and his words.

"No, really, I was just trying to, ah, find a position, I mean get more comfortable." I babbled and knew I wasn't making much sense. He laughed lightly and said "Here, let me help you. All you have to do is tell me--or show me--what needs attention and I promise to take care of it."

I turned over and looked at him, not even thinking that by doing so I was exposing to him my breasts with their puckered, excited nipples. "Do you smoke?" I asked. "Not a chance!" he said. "I never want to smell like that shit again." The hair on my arms began to rise. "What about football? Do you like football? Do you have a favorite team? Music! Do you play the guitar? Do you like drums?"
"Whoa," he said laughing. "What's with all the questions? Please just lay back and let me do my job. I'll do my best to take care of your body and make you feel better than you ever have before.

God, the wondering was going to make me crazy--if the effect of his hands didn't do it first. He was working his way down my calves to my feet, then back up again to my thighs. He had one hand high on each thigh as his thumbs stroked the inside, coming close to but never touching my pussy lips. After several minutes of this I was burning up with desire and nearly moaning with need.

Pushing my body slightly down the table as his fingers began their upstroke, he finally struck pay dirt and I nearly went over the moon. "I sense a particularly needy area here." he said as his fingers continued to stroke my pussy. "I can tell I won't be needing any extra oil for this." With that he gently nudged my thighs apart and began the world's oldest and best internal massage. As I was on the brink of a beautiful orgasm he withdrew his fingers and said "Oh no, not yet!"

With that he nudged me to turn over and I watched him bring fingers wet with my juices to his nose and inhale. "I love the scent of an aroused woman! I'll bet you taste even better than you smell." As he said that, he opened my legs and tasted. His lips and tongue teased my clit as his fingers went back inside my pussy. Half insane with the pleasure he was bringing me, I held onto the back of his head and urged him to suck harder. Oh, God, he obliged! I came deep and hard, shuddering with the effect and going limp with satisfaction. "Ah, Sarah, I knew this would be good." he said, moving his hands up to cup my breasts. "These were made for sucking and my cock will fit perfectly in between them while we both watch, just like we always talked about."

"Alan? God, Alan, it's you! How did you...when did you...what are you doing here?"

"Questions later, fucking now." was all he said as he began sucking hard first on one nipple then the other. Back and forth he went, fingers rolling and pulling on the tit not being sucked, until I came again and again.

"I can't stand it any more! I *have* to touch you too." Pulling him down beside me on the table (it was apparent now why it was so big and comfortable), I ripped open his shirt and I touched, stroked and licked every inch of his chest. Remembering that he said his nipples were too sensitive to enjoy having them played with, I only lightly brushed them with my hair as I moved my hands down his belly toward the cock that was straining his shorts.

Finally I was going to see the cock that had brought me so much pleasure in my fantasies! Easing the elastic waistband over his bulging erection, I saw perfection. Thick, long and surrounded by a forest of dark, curly hair, his cock was obviously designed for maximum enjoyment and I planned to do just that.

I moved down so that I was kneeling between his legs and pushed on his knees so he would raise them. Not at all satisfied with just looking, I needed to taste. Bending down, I placed my tongue underneath his balls and began a long lick upward toward the head of his cock, swishing my tongue back and forth as it reached the underside of his cock head.

Then I took him into my mouth and found that he, too, tasted even better than imagination made possible. Using my fingers to lightly stroke his balls, I circled the head of his cock with my lips and flicked it with my tongue. Wanting to see how deeply I could take him, I moved my head up and down, going deeper with each stroke. I heard him moan as the head of his cock touched the back of my throat and he felt me swallow, my throat muscles enclosing him.

Moving back up to work on the head of his cock again, I felt his fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head up. Startled, I asked "Did I do something wrong?" "Not that way at first. I want to come inside your pussy and I want a long, wild ride."
Moving off the table, he pulled my hips down toward the edge and pushed my knees up and out. Taking that sweet-tasting cock in his hands he stroked it a couple of times then began rubbing it very, very lightly over my pussy lips, spreading the wetness around. Pushing a bit harder, the length of his cock rubbed my clit as he rubbed it up and down, just as he would do if his cock was buried inside my cunt.

The stimulation wasn't as strong as it would have been if he were using his fingers to circle my clit but it was very powerful. I could feel my body straining, as though it were reaching for something as yet unobtainable. Alan leaned forward slightly and took a nipple between his fingers, rolling it and pulling on it as I had told him I liked. "Look down, Sarah. See what I see." I raised up on my elbows to see the head of his cock, so hard it was purple, moving between my pussy lips. His motions had spread the moisture leaking from my cunt and there was so much of that slick wetness it matted the hair. At the tip of his cock were drips of precome and the sight of the two of us, combined with his stroking and his scent, made my body erupt into a long, deep, massive orgasm. As I shuddered with its effects, his cock entered me in one smooth, hard stroke.

Alan buried himself to the hilt in me, filling that aching, needy space to perfection. He moaned loudly and began thrusting so hard he had to hand onto my legs to keep me from moving backward. "Yes, Alan, YES! Oh God, it's good, it's so damn good. Fuck me, fill me with you."

With every ounce of energy in his sexy body, he fucked me as I'd only imagined possible. I watched his face and saw the pleasure in his eyes. I could feel it even before he cried out "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coooommmminnnng!" and my own orgasm was the most spectacular I'd ever felt. It seemed to last for hours, rolling over my body as his semen filled me, the contraction of my cunt muscles milking every last bit from him.

Exhausted, he lay his body fully on top of mine for a few wonderful minutes, then rolled to one side, pulling me with him. Unable to resist tasting him, I lightly and gently put his now sleeping cock into my mouth and licked it clean. Ummmm, he tasted every bit as good as I had imagined and I looked forward eagerly to awakening his cock and convincing Alan to come for me again and again.

 

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