Bearly Apart (Big Paw Security Book 5) (127 page)

Looking down at the flowers, she put the car back into park and took the key out of the ignition. The universe had put these events in place, and it was time to trust it. Spa card in hand, she walked up to the front door.

She went to open the large wooden door but it didn’t budge. She checked the front door for hours or any sign it might be closed. There was nothing there, nor was there a doorbell or intercom. Flustered, she knocked on the door, embarrassment creeping over her. This was beginning to look more and more like a practical joke at her expense.
 

Feeling dejected, she turned around and started to walk back to her car. Behind her, she heard the large door open. A deep male voice called out to her, “Hello?”

She turned around and saw a tall guy leaning out of the open door. His blonde hair had that careless look that betrayed careful styling. His blue eyes quickly took her in from the shoes up until he locked eyes with her. His big smile touched his eyes and Nesha realized she was content to just stare at him.

“Can I do something for you?” He was wearing a pristine white terrycloth cotton robe, the top showing a broad defined chest. He opened the door a bit more and Nesha caught a glimpse of leg as the robe was brushed to the side.

“Umm, I…this is going to sound really stupid. I got a bouquet of flowers and inside it was a card from this spa. But this isn’t me. I don’t really do things like this,” Rambling, Nesha turned away. “I should just go.”

“Could I see the card?” he asked humbly.

Nesha walked back to the door and handed him the card. He quickly turned it over and his eyebrows rose. “Very well Ms. Miller. Please come right in.”

“How did you know my name?” Nesha asked, confused.

“You’re our honored guest. Please come in,” he gestured towards the door.

Nesha walked into the spa and the man closed the door behind them. Dark hardwood floors and beams overhead gave the place a cozy relaxing atmosphere. Jasmine and sandalwood floated around the cool room. Several hallways and rooms branched off this central entrance. Nesha could hear a fountain trickling water somewhere. An elegant table was positioned in front of the door, with a pen and ledger.
 

The man walked past Nesha and sat at the table. He opened the ledger to the first page, and Nesha could see that it was completely blank. He wrote the initials “D M” on the first line of the ledger and closed it. “Are you ready?”

“Ready for what?” Nesha asked, looking around for some kind of brochure or price board.

“Nesha, the card was very explicit.”

“Oh.”

“Are you ready?”

Biting her lip, Nesha felt her head nod.
What am I doing? This isn’t me!
She felt a rush of excitement go through her, a feeling she’d long forgotten. A feeling from a former life, it seemed. A feeling from back when she was alive, eager for new experiences and challenges.

The man smiled and stood, extending his hand towards her. “My name is Christopher. Let me welcome you to the Soft Touch Spa. I’ll be your guide through our facilities today, and later we’ll be joined by Michael.”

She took his hand and lingered there, enjoying his gentle strength, like a statue that could bend iron but wouldn’t. She felt like the southern belles in the stories she’d read late at night, the ones who swoon and “get the vapors.” She hadn’t been around a man who made her feel like this in a very long time. The way her small dark hand lay in his strong white hand made things stir between her legs. She’d always had a thing for the swirl, and not enough opportunities to indulge.

“If you go down this hallway, you’ll find the changing room on your left. Please change into one of the robes you’ll find and use any locker you wish to stow your property. You’ll be our only guest today.” Christopher pointed down the hallway. “Come back here when you’re ready.”

Nesha looked down at the white robe that adorned her body. It was actually quite flattering, generously accentuating her bust. She found a full length mirror along one wall of the changing room and did a fun little spin. Twirling, the bottom of the robe floated up scandalously high, and she pushed it down in feigned modesty. Her ass could put a stripper to shame and she was happy to see the robe stretch to contain it.

Leaving her clothes and things in a locker, she walked out into the hallway to experience “all she desired”. She had quite a few desires she’d love to fulfill with Christopher, but that will have to wait until tonight with her dildo.
Maybe on the way home I’ll stop and get some jasmine and sandalwood scented candles!

Christopher waited for her down the hall, his back to a door. She sauntered up to him, a lightness in her step. The faint water fountain sound was louder now. She looked up at him, eyes as sultry as she could muster. “Which of my desires are we addressing first?”

Without speaking, he took her hand and opened the door behind him. He led her into the room. Along the far wall a sheet of water flowed continuously down, giving the room a refreshing mistiness. A large driftwood sculpture was in the center of the room, low and wide. A small stool was the only other furnishing in the room. Christopher gestured toward the sculpture. “Please sit.”

“Ohhh…” Nesha said, a little embarrassed. She saw now that it was a chair, though only because she was invited to sit on it. She sat down, making sure to cinch her robe to prevent any further embarrassment. Her arms rested against driftwood branches arcing out from the main body.

Christopher went to a wall and pressed a panel, which popped open. He took a belt with several small pouches and wrapped it around his waist. He opened clay pots in the alcove and put various things into the belt pouches. Once that was done, he closed the alcove and came back to Nesha.

Nesha tensed as he approached.
It’s been so long since a man has touched me beyond a simple handshake or friendly hug.
She had to remind herself that she wasn’t a bad person, she was allowed to experience pleasure in the touch of another. These circumstances still confused her but she was resolved to look at the unknown as an opportunity, not a danger.
 

Christopher sat down on the stool next to her and dipped a hand into one of the pouches at his hip. His other hand he placed in Nesha's and held it. His skin was warm and smooth, which she expected from someone whose profession was to touch others. But the way he held her hand, pressed palm to palm, was…intimate. She felt foolish, and normally she’d chide herself. Of course this tall handsome Adonis didn’t have feelings for her. But that was the old Nesha. The new Nesha would go along for the ride. And so she did. All the tension she’d been holding disappeared.

“Wow, you’re totally relaxed,” Christopher said, his other hand closing on top of Nesha's. He slowly massaged the pink sea salt from the pouch all over Nesha's hand. “This is a light abrasive and exfoliant. Our hands can become insensitive over time, so this helps to wake them up.”

Nesha felt a certain awakening coming from between her legs. Back when they were together, Lawrence would delight in how quickly she got wet for him.
Of course he did…it got him out of foreplay!
Nesha could feel her pussy getting slick as Christopher massaged her hand.
 

“Now for some shea butter so I can really work you.” Christopher added a small mound of the butter to her hand and massaged it in. He pressed his hands together, squeezing her hand in between his. The pressure was a little unnerving, but she was more impressed with his strength.
God, he could hold me down and do anything he wanted to me.
She felt his hands begin to work each finger, testing and kneading each joint. If her fingers could sigh in release, they would have.

“Christopher, what else is in store for me today?” Nesha asked, watching him do his work.
 

“Well, Nesha, we have a few things in mind.” He dipped a hand into the last pouch and a strong lemon scent filled her nose. He worked the lemon oil into her skin. “This lemon oil is strong, but most of that will come off in the shower later. After that you’ll just have a hint of lemon for the rest of the day.”

“That didn’t really answer my question.”

Christopher stopped his massage. “Would you like me to spoil the surprise?”

Nesha thought on it a moment, then leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “I didn’t say you could stop.” Peaking down at Christopher, she saw him smile and go back to working her hand.
 

Once that hand was done, Christopher picked up his stool and moved to the other side. Christopher repeated the process, sea salt then shea butter, finished with lemon oil. Christopher picked up the stool and positioned himself at her feet. “Now we get to the good stuff.”

Nesha suspected a foot massage might be in her future, but this was incredible. Working with a different oil, Christopher massaged her foot until his hands slid over it effortlessly. As his hand slid over the top of her foot, his fingers dived between her toes, splaying them out. “This is probably where it hurts,” he said, his thumbs pressing into the ball of her foot. As he kneaded the bottom of her foot, a moan escaped Nesha.

“Sorry…it’s just…this has been long overdue,” Nesha said, blushing and hoping Christopher didn’t see. She hoped he also wouldn’t notice her nipples stiffening against the thin cotton of her robe. For too long her feet had been her enemies, and now she was finally getting some relief. The knotted muscles in her heel loosened as Christopher moved his focus to the back of her foot. His fingertips softly brushed the arch of her foot.

Nesha giggled.

“Sorry about that,” Christopher said, smiling impishly.

Seeing that smile, Nesha realized that there was something else going on here. This wasn’t a normal day of business for this spa.
This is something personal, but I really don’t know this guy. He’s flirting with me, though.
Nesha quickly dismissed these thoughts as Christopher worked on her other foot, showing it the same attention and care he did the first.

“I would be remiss if I left you unsatisfied in any way, Nesha.” Christopher leaned in very close to Nesha. “What else can I do for you?” he asked, his breath hot against her neck and ear.

Nesha grabbed the back of Christopher's neck and pulled him down to kiss him. Her lips pressed against his and he kissed her back. Her heart hammered in her chest. She closed her eyes and smelled the clean scent of his aftershave. Every alarm bell in her head was going off, and she ignored every one of them. She opened her lips and teased her tongue into his mouth. Christopher accepted it hungrily.

Christopher's hand fell to her breast and squeezed it. Nesha's toes curled in delight, flexing back towards her. She felt his soft strong hand knead her flesh, his fingertips encircling and pulling at her nipple. No one had touched her like this since Lawrence, and a part of her cried out at all that time wasted. All that time spent feeling like no one would ever touch her like this again.
Like I didn’t deserve it.
Nesha arched her back to Christopher, the robe falling to either side.

Christopher broke off their passionate kiss. “All that you desire,” he said, putting his middle and ring finger into his mouth. He slid these fingers down to Nesha's pussy, expertly finding her clit and rubbing it. The two spit covered fingers danced tiny soft circles on top of Nesha's button.

Nesha groaned and her head went to one side. She could feel an orgasm building, as all the little pieces fell into place. But this wouldn’t be like one of the orgasms she has when she’s alone. Her hand closest to Christopher reached for him, to grab him at his base. Her hand groped under his robe and she found his cock hanging, full and long. She wanted to take him in her mouth, but he brought his other hand down to hers.

“We have to save something for later. We have a long day ahead of us,” he said, gently prying her fingers off his cock. Christopher's middle finger slid down to her pussy lips, easily gliding over their slick edges. He dipped his finger inside her.

Nesha cried out as she felt him enter her. His strong thick finger was a tight fit for her at first, but as he worked in and out she relaxed to accommodate him. A part of her felt guilty in indulging in this kind of wanton act, but she couldn’t resist the feeling that there was some kind of connection between them. “I’m close…don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

Christopher added his ring finger inside of her now, sliding both in and out easily. Nesha heard the slick sounds they were making and it drove her closer to the edge. Christopher brought his other hand down and used his thumb against her clit while he continued to finger her.
 

Nesha arched her back up one last time, her orgasm exploding inside her. She felt Christopher's hand slow, coming to a stop as she relaxed. All the tension she’d been carrying around with her was gone, melted away thanks to this wonderful man. “Wow. That was amazing.”

“You’re amazing, Nesha.” Christopher covered her with her robe that had fallen open. “This was a great start. Please relax, take your time, and when you’re ready for your shower, just come out into the hallway.” Christopher left the room, dimming the lights before closing the door.

After a few minutes of lounging, Nesha sat up slowly and made her way to the door.
My feet no longer hurt!
How can this be happening?
She joked to herself that this was all some sort of delirious dream.
Maybe this is what a nervous breakdown feels like?
If this was fantasy, then reality was overrated as far as she was concerned. She opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

It was empty. Nesha was disappointed, hoping Christopher would escort her to the shower. Despite what she’d just experienced, she was surprised that her desires weren’t sated. In fact, it was more like a new appetite was awakened inside her that wasn’t there before.
No, that’s not right. It’s been here, just suppressed.
It wasn’t suppressed any longer, though. Looking down, she saw some blue and yellow flower petals. A trail of them extended down the hallway to the main room.

They led from the main room down another hallway to a door. She pushed it open and walked into an elegant and minimal shower room. A single enclosed shower was in the center of the room. Four glass walls ran floor to ceiling. A few pipes came down from the ceiling and spread out over the inside of the shower, ending in spray nozzles. Two chairs sat nearby, several towels stacked on one, the other empty.