"Julie is waiting for you," she said, pointing to door at the top of the stairs. "Let me take your robe."
Figuring I did not really have a choice, I removed my robe, handed it to her, and headed up the stairs.
"Nice ass," she called, as I climbed the stairs completely naked.
"Thanks," I called back. I reached the top and knocked on the door.
The door soon opened and Julie stood before me. She looked me up and down as we stood there until a little smile came to her lips. Julie looked much like the woman at the door. I found out later that her name was Jenny and that they were sisters. She too, must have been close to forty. Her eyes were the same beautiful blue as her sister's, but her hair was long and straight. She wore it back in a ponytail held with a white rubber band that matched her smock. Again, I wondered what she was wearing underneath as no sign of shorts or skirt could be seen. Her shapely legs were the only thing extending from the bottom of her uniform down to her naked feet.
"It's nice to finally get to work on something as beautiful as you." Julie said, as she reached out and ran her open hand over my shoulders and chest. "Usually I just get hairy, overweight businessmen." Then she proceeded to walk around me caressing my back and buttocks before standing in front of me once again. She eyed my now-growing member with approval, and then gave it a quick squeeze with her thumb and forefinger, before turning back around and stepping all the way in to the room from which she came.
"Go ahead and lie down on the table," she instructed, as she motioned towards a long cushiony table in the middle of the room. Then she went to the sink and applied some oil to her hands.
I lay face-down on the table as I waited for her to approach. I could not help but think this was too good to be true. Just then she poured a small puddle of warm liquid on my back and proceeded to give me a deep-tissue massage. For the next forty minutes she massaged me from head to toe. The sensation was amazing, but I still could not help but wonder what was going on.
"Roll over for me, please," she said, as she added more oil to her hands in preparation to massage the front of my body.
I was so relaxed that I did not even think to try and hide the erection I had gotten from all of her touching. She seemed to be pleased that I had not, but instead of grabbing it, like I could tell she wanted, she began to massage my feet instead. Once again she worked her way up and down my body sending incredible waves of pleasure throughout.
After another half-hour had passed, she finally reached my groin. She massaged the edges surrounding my balls and cock, causing my erection to grow without hitting the most sensitive spots. Then she cupped and fondled my balls with one hand as she massaged my anus with the other. Pre-come began to soak the tip of my cock as she rolled my balls back and forth in her hands and gently rubbed my hole. By now I was beginning to moan softly and held back the temptation to beg for release hoping she would give it anyway. Finally the moment arrived.
With my eyes clinched tight from shear enjoyment, I felt her hand grab my throbbing member and slowly stroke it from top to bottom. She truly was a master of her trade, as she continued to fondle my balls while she slowly picked up the pace. My orgasm seemed to build as every second passed but it never quite arrived. The pleasure I felt was intoxicating as I now found it next to impossible to stay quiet or remain still while she stroked my cock methodically. The moves she did on my balls seemed to hold my climax in limbo creating an incredible sensation within me. I wanted so badly to come, but at the same time, I did not want it to end.
"Come now," I finally heard her whisper, as she released my balls, squeezed my cock tighter and then picked up the pace. Without another second passing, I felt my entire body spasm in one of the most intense, body-consuming orgasms of my life. As I shot my load, I felt the flood of warmth and coolness alternate through my body in indescribable fashion. The orgasm itself had not lasted as long as many I had, but the build up and explosion was like none before.
As my mind came back to me and the room stopped spinning, Julie took a warm washcloth and wiped me clean. "When you are ready, we will go to the next room," she said, and then threw the towel in a hamper and returned to the sink once again.
I sat up on the edge of the table to indicate my readiness. She glanced down at my now-soft member and then winked before leading me to the next room. Once inside, Julie inspected my body for any stray hairs and removed them. Then I was told to lie comfortably in a big old-fashioned bathtub. After that, she put a cool, jelly filled mask over my face, placed a small pillow behind my head, and told me to relax. After the experience I just had, that was not going to be a problem.
The next thing I knew, she began to fill the bath with a warm mud-like substance. Apparently, it was supposed to help me relax even more as well as help my skin. I was not going to argue. I was just enjoying the ride. Once my body was covered up to my shoulders she reminded me once again to relax and said she would be back in about an hour.
Shortly after she left the room I must have drifted off to sleep. The next thing I remember was Julie removing my mask and standing next to me. She asked how I enjoyed it and then took my hand to help me out of the tub. Once I got out, she pointed me to a shower in the corner to rinse off. I turned the hot water on in the shower and quickly rinsed myself off. As soon as I got done, Julie was standing there waiting for me with a fluffy white towel to dry me off.
She took her time patting me dry and then led me to the next room. I was handed the white terry cloth robe I had worn from the hotel and told to have a seat while Julie left me alone again. The chair I sat down in was a swiveling barber's chair covered in white vinyl. The room I had been led to looked like a small salon. It had a sink and cabinets like some of the salons I had taken my wife to, but just the one barber's chair.
In just a matter of a minute or two, Julie returned carrying a bowl of Chicken Alfredo and a glass of water. She handed the bowl and a fork to me and then placed the glass on the nearby countertop. "Enjoy!" she chimed, and then pulled a small stool in front of me and grabbed my right foot. She poured a little bit of lotion on my foot and toes and then massaged it in. Then she proceeded to the left foot. From there she went on to give me a complete pedicure, except for nail polish, while I ate my lunch. Once I finished my lunch she moved up to give similar treatment to my hands and finger nails.
I had never had a manicure or pedicure before, but this was definitely something I could see myself doing again. My hands and feet had never looked or felt this good before.
After a total of an hour had passed, she stood up and spun my chair around and leaned it back towards the sink and told me she was going to wash and style it for me. The shampoo and conditioner she used seemed to have some sort of menthol in it and caused my whole head to tingle while she rinsed it. Initially it felt weird, but once I got used to it, it was nice.
Finally she dried my hair and trimmed a little around the edges and on my neck. Then she applied some gel and styled my hair as well or better than if I had done it myself. As she spun the chair around to face the mirror, so that I could admire her work, I saw that my chauffeur had returned.
"Are you done with him, yet?" she asked pleasantly, but directly.
"Just about," Julie answered. "I just need to get him dressed and take care of a couple little details."
"That's fine," she responded back, "I am a bit early anyways. I'll just wait downstairs in the lobby."
Then Julie led me to yet another room. It was about the size of the last room but it contained only a white leather loveseat and several full-length mirrors. On the love seat was a medium-sized cardboard box with my name on it, but it still appeared to be sealed. Julie picked up the box and ripped the tape off effortlessly.
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