Sensual Spa Services

Authors note: This story was written for the story prompt 'On the Job' and is also the third installment in the "Summer Series". I hope that you enjoy it and once you finish, I'd particularly appreciate it if you would give it a rating. Also if you have any feedback or if you have other ideas for Summer stories please let me know.

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Summer had hoped to relax on the plane ride down from Reagan National Airport, but between being buffeted by turbulence on the one hand and the fat guy in the seat next to her on the other, she felt like that plan was doomed to failure.

"Fortunately, money is not a problem for me, so I always fly first class," he was telling her for the fourth or fifth time.

"How about you, Missy? Is this your first time up here in first class? I gotta tell you that you are waaaay too pretty to have to work for a living. I'll bet that someone else bought you your ticket down to the island, didn't they?" he blabbered.

Summer smiled and maintained her composure despite the pompous ass sitting next to her. She reached into her purse, pulled out the noise-canceling earbuds she bought just before taking this trip, and with obvious ceremony, inserted them to drown out any further commentary.

The rest of her flight to St. Lucia was uneventful except for the occasional spasms of turbulence that wracked the plane from time to time. After another hour, the aircraft descended out of scattered clouds, and Summer marveled at the emerald green water below them. As they continued their descent, a lush tropical island loomed before her, and finally, they landed in Hewanorra International Airport.

Her excitement built as she stood in the line to be processed through customs in the small airport. It had been nearly six months since she had seen Luke, and she was shocked when he asked her to meet him in St Lucia for a week on short notice. She was sure that after he had been assigned to his new post, wherever it was, that she would not see him again. He said that in his capacity with the State Department, he was severely restricted on the contact he was allowed with those outside his operational area and that the State Department had the right to move him from one post to another as they saw fit.

When she first met him, he had just moved to DC, and she had no idea that he was beholding to so many restrictions, but frankly, even if she were aware, she wouldn't have done anything differently.

Luke was exceptional, and she knew it.

The way he made her feel; appreciated, respected, sexy, smart, the list went on and on, was profoundly different than any other man she had ever met. And when it came to sex, well, to put it simply, he blew her mind.

Sex was always exciting and steamy with him. He was selfless and liked to focus on her pleasure which made it easy to focus on his so that there was an unspoken but mutual goal of maximizing the experience for one another. Whether that was through some lite bondage, role-playing, good old-fashioned romantic escapades, or down and dirty fucking didn't matter, and they had tried it all, or so she thought.

The realization that she was in a tropical paradise didn't really set in until she was finally done with the customs and immigration screening. The first clue was the temperature, and the second was the incredible abundance of colorful flowers which seemingly grew out of thin air.

Back home in DC, it was about 55 degrees, which, while not all that cold, was nowhere near the 80-degree mark there in St. Lucia, and flowers adorned some part of almost every surface that she could see. She had done some research on St. Lucia before she left DC, and as Summer stood in front of a giant map of the 230 sq. mile island, complete with the ubiquitous' you are here' arrow, she came to appreciate the mountainous geography of the island.

Vieux Fort, home to the Hewanorra International Airport, is located on the southeast coast of the island, and Soufriere, where she was going, is about mid-way up the western coast. Although only about 15 miles away, as the crow flies, Soufriere is located at the base of an ancient and now extinct volcano in a very mountainous part of the island with few roads in place to get her there.

Her anticipation grew as she followed the signs towards the terminal's transportation area, and she thought about seeing Luke once again. As she walked out of the terminal's restricted customs area, she passed several men holding up signs with names written on them. These were obviously drivers seeking their passengers, and as she walked, she smiled at one of the signs that read, 'Miss Summer'.

Walking up to the man holding the sign, she asked.

"My name is Summer. Is that sign for me?"

"Yes, miss! I was given this photo and asked to pick you up to take you to the resort," said the man holding up a small photo of her.

His stunningly white teeth were in stark contrast to his ebony skin, and his smiling eyes told the tale of a genuinely happy person. He handed the photo to Summer and reached out to take the suitcase from her.

The photo was one of those that you get at an amusement park in one of the photo booths where for one buck, you sit in a little curtained-off space while it takes photos of you in sequence. In this particular photo, there was her unmistakable face with a big ear-to-ear smile on it and the face of a brown-haired man cupping her face while he made' mouth farts on her cheek. As she looked at the photo, she couldn't help but smile, remembering back to the day that they had both played hooky to go to Kings Dominion, an amusement park about 90 minutes south of DC.

They rode every roller coaster in the park three times that day, once from the front seat, once from the back seat, and again from whichever seat offered the best ride. Then at the end of the day, when the sun had set, and they were getting ready for the drive back home, they picked their favorite two coasters to ride in the inky blackness of the night sky. The last ride they took was on a roller coaster called the "Dominator," and while they were hurling through the ride's loops and twists, fireworks went off in the night sky above them. It was so beautiful that she remembered wondering if it was a hallucination and whether anyone else was sharing the experience. When she glanced in his direction, she found him looking back at her, seemingly asking the same question.

Now here she was on a tropical island in the beautiful Caribbean Sea staring at a photo of Luke's face with the genuine prospect of seeing him in the next hour, and all of a sudden, she simply couldn't be patient anymore.

Her driver led her to a large canary yellow Cadillac, and when her new friend stopped to open the door for her, she asked him his name.

"Monty, Miss Summer, my name is Monty," he said, and his effervescent smile was so contagious that she couldn't imagine anyone not surrendering to it.

"Thank you, Monty!" she said as she slipped into the white leather interior of the big Caddy.

"No problem Miss Summer. No problem at all," he returned.

As they drove past white sand beaches, bright sun-washed cottages, and lush green forests, Monty told her about the history of' his' island. It was a history of conquest and oppression and the steel will of a people that would not be subjugated by others regardless of military might or economic prowess. First the Spaniards, then French, then the British, then the French again. Back and forth, the island nation traded hands as one empire after another tried to force-fit it into their portfolio of colonial conquest.

Still, neither the local Carib Indians nor the transplanted African slaves would sit by idly and be ruled by men that had only a passing interest in this small jewel of an island with one foot in the Atlantic Ocean and the other in the Caribbean Sea. Finally, in 1924 the island was able to put a representative government in place. With much hard effort in the ensuing years, the island nation declared its independence once and for all in 1979.

Monty also recounted the devastation of the hurricane that hit the island 18 months ago and how it decimated the banana plantations. Bananas are the number one export and are the lifeblood of Saint Lucia, so the loss of that revenue and the loss of the jobs associated with those plantations were severe, he explained. The tourist industry was also affected because most of the island's resorts along the island's eastern side were severely damaged, including the main deep-water cruise ship port. Monty assured her that most of the resorts were back in operation, and the one they were heading to was in pristine condition. Still, they appreciated every single vacationer that came to the island.

Monty was a riveting storyteller, and his quirky dialect made him doubly enjoyable to listen to, so the 45-minute trip from the airport to the outskirts of Soufriere went by in a flash. Even though she was listening, Summer's mind was preoccupied because she was about to see her lover again, and no story, no matter how compelling, could quench the thirst she had for the taste of her lover's lips.

As they pulled up to a small, bright pink bungalow, the big Caddy came to a stop, and her heart began to race until it felt like it might actually leap from her chest.

"Are we here, Monty?" she asked as he opened her door then went to the back of the car to retrieve her suitcase from the expansive trunk.

"Yes, Miss Summer," he said.

As Monty opened the door for her to enter the colorful bungalow, she realized almost instantly that Luke was not there. The lights were too dim, the little house was too quiet, and his' presence' was missing. There was, however, an envelope sitting on the round kitchen table beneath a large vase filled with flowers, that had her name written on it. She recognized his tilted, loopy handwriting instantly and tore at the edge of the envelope to free the trapped note inside. Staring at it lovingly, she read it aloud.

My love,

I am so glad that you made it here on such short notice, and I am sorry that I cannot be there to greet you in person, but as you are aware, things with my employer are complicated, to say the least. I've hired Monty to be your chauffeur and tour guide, and I'm sure that he will take good care of you. As for me, I need to attend to some business today and will see you tomorrow afternoon. Monty knows what the plan is and where to meet me, so relax and trust him, and we will finally be together once again come tomorrow.

The community you are in has excellent amenities, and Monty will tell you about them after you are done reading this, so I want you to pamper yourself a little tonight then get some sleep so that you are rested up tomorrow for when we meet again.

Eternal love,

-L-

With that, she looked up to find Monty's smiling face staring back at her, and his unassuming, easy nature put her disappointment at ease.

Monty explained that the resort community she was staying in had exclusive rights to a series of beaches, and there were many activities that she could take advantage of if she so desired. He ran the list by her, and it included: horseback riding, windsurfing, snorkeling, fishing, hiking, parasailing, waterskiing, jet-skiing, volleyball, tennis, golf, and there was a full-service spa on the premises as well. As she considered the options laid out before her, she felt a rumble in her stomach, and for the first time since landing, Summer realized that she hadn't eaten since before she left DC that morning.

She was hungry.

"All of those options sound great, Monty, but where can a girl get something to eat around here?" she asked.

"That's easy, Miss Summer," he said in his lyrical accent. "There is a very nice restaurant here in the resort, and there are many restaurants in Soufriere, but this cabana is stocked with food, and if you would like, I can whip you up something tasty pretty quick!"

How could she resist such a charming offer, she thought to herself, and with a smile, Summer told him that she would be delighted to eat whatever he had in mind for her. His smile widened, and even more of his brilliantly white teeth shone through as he accepted her offer, and off he went to the kitchen to prepare her something to eat.

It was only 3:00 in the afternoon, Summer realized, but she had been on the go since 6:00 am and felt grimy from all of her travels, so after putting her clothes away, she jumped in the shower to freshen up a bit before she ate. Feeling clean and refreshed from her shower, the first order of business was to slip into something comfortable. As she pulled on a yellow sundress that flattered her figure and highlighted her tan skin, she caught wind of the amazing smell of food cooking in her kitchen.

Monty had made her the best seafood Jambalaya she had ever tasted, and after filling herself up on its intoxicating menagerie of flavors, she was ready for a nap. When she woke, she decided to take a walk and check out the facilities. Summer asked Monty about the resort's layout, then put on some sandals and headed out the door in the general direction of the beach.

All of the bungalows she passed were about the same size as hers which included a master bedroom with an attached bath, a small guest bedroom, a living/dining area, a bathroom, and a kitchen, all on one level. Hers was painted pink, but others were sky blue, lime green, canary yellow, and orange cream.

All of them had lush green lawns and were adorned with flowering plants and vines clinging to trellises attached to their exteriors. There were bicycles in the side yards of every bungalow, Summer passed, but few had cars parked out in front.

After about 10 minutes of walking in the sun's general direction, she came across a much larger building still only one story tall but painted white and approximately four times the size of the bungalow's she had been passing. Like all of the other buildings, it was covered in flowering vines and lush tropical plants, making it look somewhat like it had grown out of the earth itself. As she turned the corner and came to the front of it, there was a sign painted with black letters that simply read 'SPA.'

The building looked so clean and inviting that she decided to look inside and see what services they offered. As she entered the front door, she was approached by two young ladies wearing white cotton dresses, both of whom had perfect bronze skin and exotic features that reminded her of the ancient Egyptian statues she had seen in museums as a kid.

"Good afternoon Miss," they said in unison as they smiled up at her from behind a wooden counter.

Their friendly smiles reminded her of her new friend Monty, and she couldn't help but smile in return.

"Good afternoon, girls. I'm curious about what services you offer," Summer said.

One of the girls excused herself, then turned and left via a door in the back of the small counter area while the other girl pointed to the list of services on a sign located over her shoulder.

"This is a list of our services Miss and here is a brochure," she said, sliding a trifold brochure across the counter.

The services that the spa offered were pretty typical, and as Summer read the sign, she thought that she could use a good soak and a massage to ease her tired muscles.

"There are no prices listed on your sign," Summer said. "How much would a facial, a warm soak, and a massage cost?" She asked.

"All of our services are included as a part of your resort package Miss," the pretty young girl said.

"Are you terribly busy right now?" Summer asked, thinking that perhaps she would pamper herself as Luke suggested.

"All of the services are immediately available, Miss, and I can take care of you right now, or you can schedule something for later if you wish," the young girl said.

"Thank you, what's your name?" Summer asked.

"Molly, Miss," Molly said.

"Well, Molly, my name is Summer, and it's nice to meet you," she said.

"I'm interested in taking advantage of your services now if that's alright with you?" Summer said.

"All right, Miss Summer, but may I suggest the Calypso package? It includes all of our most popular services, including a manicure, a pedicure, special exfoliant herbal salts, and the most divine suite of massages imaginable," Molly said.

"Sure, why not?" said Summer, and the smile on Molly's face was radiant.

Molly pressed on a small bell sitting on the countertop, and her twin came back through the small door behind the counter.

"This is my sister Mary. She'll take you back and get you started," Molly said.

"Hi Mary, I'm Summer," Summer said as Mary stepped around the counter, took her by the hand, and led her through another door deeper into the spa.

An hour later, Summer, feeling unabashedly pampered, found herself wrapped in a white bath towel lying face down on a large massage table. The temperature was warm, and her skin felt like it was actually glowing in the dim light of the room. She was so relaxed that she struggled to keep her eyes open while she waited for the masseur to arrive.

Summer's eyes opened at the sharp clicking sound of the door latch coming to life, followed by the soft sounds of a pair of shoes treading on the tile floor. Her anticipation mounted as she heard some muffled commotion from the vicinity of a table situated up against the wall and finally a subtle movement of the massage table as her masseur leaned over it to begin her treatment.

His hands were warm as they made initial contact with her neck muscles just below her ears. He pressed in with fingertips on both sides of her neck and made small clockwise circular motions stimulating blood flow to her sore muscles. Down a quarter of an inch, his strong fingers slid, and he repeated the process of the strong circular motions. Again, and again, he slid his fingers a little south and repeated the motions bringing soothing relief to the tension that had built up in her neck from the long trip this morning and even longer separation from her lover.

"Mmmmmmm!" she moaned as he worked on her elegant neck.

From the base of Summer's dainty ears to the triangular-shaped deltoid muscles connecting her neck to her shoulders, he meticulously kneaded every inch of her neck until she was so relaxed that she seriously doubted that she could manage to hold her head up.

As he continued to massage her neck and upper shoulders, she felt an inner peace flood her senses, and in her mind's eye, she saw lights and bright colors begin to mushroom out like a multi-dimensional kaleidoscope. Reveling in the sensations of her exquisite massage and the lights dancing before her eyes, she came to a sudden realization that she recognized this masseur's technique, and a vision of her lover's face swirled into her consciousness.

"Is it you?" she asked, and her voice seemed like it had come from a very long distance away.

"Yes, princess, it is me," came the reply from the warm and comforting voice of her long-departed lover.

"I finished up early and came to find you," she heard him say through the gauzy fog that shrouded her mind, and as though those words were the code words from a hypnotist, she allowed herself to fall into a deep and profound trance.

He continued manipulating her neck muscles for another fifteen minutes until all of her tension had been drained away, and then moving to the side table, he retrieved a bottle of clear liquid. He checked the thermostat on the wall and bumped the room temperature up a few degrees to make sure that she wouldn't get cold; then, he returned to the table where she lay prone, breathing deeply, lost in a trance induced by his strong fingers.

He peeled open the thick white towel exposing Summer's torso and was awestruck by the beauty of her back. It was muscular and firm yet smooth and supple at the same time. It was an athlete's back. Her fairly broad shoulders narrowed to perfection at her waist before rounding out at her hips, and her heart shaped ass was nothing short of spectacular.