I had been travelling for quite some time at this point, and my body was starting to fight back. I thought that it was the perfect time to get a massage. The owner was sitting at the front desk when I went down to inquire, he is always so happy to help. He called someone and got me booked in for 1pm. “Head to the fourth floor, the Spa floor, for your appointment when its time,” he said.
At ten to one I made my way from my room on the second floor, to the Spa on the fourth. As soon as I reached the door labeled “Massage,” it opened quickly. We both seem surprised of each other’s presence so close to the door. “You must be my next appointment!” he said, “I’m Simon”. He stuck out his hand to greet me. I was still a bit in shock as I muttered a hello. I was also a bit horrified to have this young, attractive guy standing in front of me, his piercing hazel eyes starring straight into mine. Fuuuuck. I thought.
He led me into a very small room, with large bay windows. The mountain view was magical as the snow fell effortlessly onto the forrest floor. He started in on a little small talk, introducing himself again and his qualifications, before asking me what I’d like him to work on. I explained my back injury to him a bit, and he has no problem with my requests. “Let’s get started!” He said with a clap. He made no movement toward the door, nor did he turn away, he just continued to stare at me. After a long pause he said, “you’re going to need to undress and get on the table”. Well this was new.
“Oh well” I thought to myself, “why not”. I undressed in front of him, the massage table in between us. He continued to chat with me as I stripped. He complimented me on my tattoos, making reference to the large one along my ribs. There was no denying that he had also snuck a glance at my nipple piercings at this point, I mean, who wouldn’t. I climbed onto the table and layed face down.
His hands were amazing. I’m not going to lie. I’m sure I let out a few moans, pleasure and pain alike. Simon chatted with me as if he wanted to get to know me. He also told me a lot about himself. His mother is Austrian, his father Scottish. He has the word “right” in German tattooed on his left ankle, and “left” tattooed on his right. Apparently his teacher while he was at school did not approve. When I eventually turned over I tried to keep my eyes closed because otherwise I found myself locking eyes with Simon. He seemed to stare deep within as if he was searching for something.
Towards the end of the massage I was feeling pretty good, but apparently so was Simon. He had moved his hands down my sterum and left them resting on my tits for a moment. But not low enough to reach nipple. He lifted his hands quickly as if he had just realized where he left them. “Okay, we’re done” he said in a hurry. As I dressed he continued to sneak glances as he asked for information for his form, last name, room number, etc. Apparently the whole rigamarole was too short as he moved into discussing my shoes. Everyone here loves to compliment my Blundstones, they’re unknown here, but in Canada everyone and their dog has a pair.
I rushed to put on my shoes, and swung the door open rather quickly. I was flattered by this odd interaction, and it didn’t make me too uncomfortable, I was just thrown off guard which made me feel awkward. As I basically jogged to the elevator Simon called after me reminding me that I should really use the sauna today. I yelled back that I would. I had a cold shower when I got back to my room, I felt a little flushed. I also had a little bit of my own fun with the shower head…
Later that evening I made my way up to the fourth floor once again, this time to head to the Sauna. The room was a lot larger than I had expected. There were multiple saunas, a steam room, a solarium, a kneipp foot pool, and so much more. And I had it all to myself! As I looked for my room number on the wall of towels I noticed a sign that read, “no bathing suits allowed for sanitary reasons”. Wouldn’t you think maybe it should be the opposite? I slipped my bikini off and stuffed it in the pocket of my hotel robe, and I wrapped a towel around my waist.
I had a lovely time moving between saunas and steam rooms. I drank ice cold water from this beautifully intricate fountain, and I grabbed some snacks from the little cart. I may have stuffed some snacks into my robe pockets for later too. As I sat in the sauna, topless, with a towel wrapped around my waist, I looked at the clock. The sauna was supposed to have closed five minutes ago. As I walked out of the sauna, I walked straight into, none other than, Simon. Breasts on full display. “Glad you made it to the sauna” he said. “Thanks for the recommendation” I answered, trying not to make eye contact as I tried to maneuver myself towards my robe hanging near the showers. I didn’t make it before Simon started again, “Would you like to go to dinner with me tomorrow?”.
Just A Small Town Girl 