Andrew’s Awakening - Pt. 01

Hi everyone!

Here's a spicy slow-burn story that I've been chipping away at for quite a while, and I'd really love to hear what you think.

It's 100% written by me (not AI), all characters are consenting adults (18+), and everything is fictional.

If you enjoy this first part, would you like me to post the rest of the series? Feedback is always appreciated!

Andrew's Awakening - Part One.

The Full Package.

"Thanks, love." Voice purposefully light, Andrew flipped the card over and over in his hands. The voucher was thick, the lettering embossed.

Ruby's eyes burned into him as hot as the coffee she was sipping.

"It's a spa day," he said more to himself.

"Hmmm," Ruby murmured.

There was no explanation. No excitement.

He glanced up. "You've heard of this place though, haven't you?"

She didn't answer, just smiling a thin but knowing smile.

He looked back down at the voucher.

"What's the full package?"

"You'll see," was all Ruby said as she dumped the empty cups in the sink.

The Spa.

Inside, the air was warm, the scent slightly spicy.

"The full package," the receptionist had confirmed with a small smirk.

Ruby invaded his mind while he waited. Had she heard the rumours about this place? Why had she insisted he go alone?

"Mr Turner," a low, warm voice interrupted his internal war.

Once in a fuzzy dressing gown and slippers, 'Anna', his therapist had said her name was, guided Andrew into a warm and lavish private room.

She'd explained that the first part of the package was an all-body exfoliation - whatever that meant.

"Step here," she said, pointing to a raised platform beside the shower. "Feet together, arms at your sides. Keep still."

He froze. Her tone was demanding. Controlling. A shiver ran through him.

Anna moved with complete control as she rubbed the thick, gritty cream all over his body. Her hands were firm, brushing over his skin in repeated, deliberate and tantalizing strokes.

"Hands on the wall, please, Mr Turner," she instructed, applying firm pressure to his lower legs and moving up his thighs.

Grateful for his boxers hiding the semi that was growing in his pants, he sucked in a breath as Anna's strong hands massaged too high up his thighs.

"Turn around." There was that controlling voice again.

Soft but firm hands worked their way from his feet until they passed dangerously close to his growing erection. Trying not to stare at the juicy cleavage threatening to escape her crisp white tunic, or her plump lips as they pouted in concentration, Ruby's face flashed again.

But visions of her lips wrapped around the base of his swollen erection would not go away.

Expert hands bypassed his growing cock to firmly rub the gritty cream up his torso until she was looking Andrew right in the eye. Rubbing the exfoliator into his shoulders, she was close enough to kiss him.

"Please step into the shower." For the first time, he heard the running water.

"I'll be back in a few minutes."

Finally alone, Andrew let out a huge gust of air he didn't realize he'd been holding in. Stepping into the soft whoosh of water, he felt its mild warmth soothe his burning skin.

Once dressed in his fluffy dressing gown and slippers, Andrew crossed the connecting door, and possibly crossed a boundary he couldn't undo.

Soft light, soft furnishings and a gentle warmth filled the room. Nothing to be alarmed by.

Dry and tense, despite the rubdown, Andrew lay face down on the table, the paper beneath him crinkling every time he shifted his weight.

"Wait here," Anna demanded and left the room. If he wanted to leave, he could have left anytime - she was gone for a good few minutes.

The door opened, and in came the unmistakable clip-clip of high heels.

"Mr Turner, are you ready to start your massage?" his therapist said, giving him a chance to back out.

"Yes", he choked out. Why not? This was his birthday present, wasn't it?

"Relax, enjoy and don't forget to say stop if you're at all uncomfortable," she commanded.

That's weird, Andrew thought, but did as he was told and waited for her touch.

It was like a volcano of lava erupted under his skin when her oiled hands finally began kneading and rubbing his bare skin. How could he relax when he could still imagine her mouth all over him? When her bare hands were now rubbing a river of oil into his back as they crept towards his butt cheeks.

He exhaled without meaning to.

"That's it," she said quietly. "Just let your body do what it wants to do."

As his breathing slowed, his eyes caught on something in the corner of the ceiling. It was a small dark lens, neither hidden nor explained. This might not be as private as he assumed; it occurred to him.

Choosing to ignore what looked like a camera, Andrew sank into the bed as Anna massaged him.

That was until each stroke of his inner thigh brought her closer and closer to his genitals. Tensing as her fingertips lightly grazed his balls, he wondered if he should stop her.

Fuck, does she even realize how close she is? He wondered.

But if there was anything his therapist had shown him so far, she did nothing by accident.

Andrew soon found himself begging, pleading in his head for her to touch his growing shaft as she kneaded his now naked butt like bread dough. To just move those fingers up a little higher. To stroke him. Just touch him.

Mentally shaking his head as Ruby's face invaded his mind, Andrew tried to shuffle his weight until his legs were closed.

"Stay as you are, please, Mr Turner," Anna ordered in that demanding yet professional tone, even though her hands were starting to stroke him in a very unprofessional manner.

Obeying but with Ruby still in his mind, Andrew wondered if this was what Ruby wanted? Did she know what she was buying with The Full Package?. If there was anything he knew about his wife, she didn't do things by accident either.

Then her slender but strong hands completely cupped his cock and balls in an oily grip, and thoughts of Ruby disappeared for the rest of the massage. Groaning into the bed as she massaged his hard shaft and tight balls from his spreadeagled position, he almost cried out when her warm hand disappeared.

"Turn around, Mr Turner." Confused but horny enough to wank all over her then and there, Andrew began to obey her every command without question or protest.

Expert hands worked his aching muscles and burning skin, teasing up his legs and thighs until dangerously close to his raging erection. Still waiting for her to touch the hardest muscle in his body, Andrew almost cried out as her hands abandoned him again.

"I'm just going to lower the bed, Mr Turner." Even lower than before, Andrew burned red. His hard dick was pointed at his hot massage therapist.

Did he care? No.

As Anna began working his shoulders and arms, all he wanted was her thick pink lips wrapped around the base.

With a blood-filled erection and her breasts in his face, closing his eyes and trying to relax as she massaged his pecks was nearly impossible. She smelled as good as she looked, and all he wanted to do was rip open her smock and suck on her nipples.

And then she was inching further down with her hands. Rubbing and stroking his torso. Circling his nipples with her fingertips. Playing with his dark chest hair. Massaging his stomach until she couldn't reach any further without straddling his face.

Sure she would stop. Sure this must be the end of the massage. Sure she would abandon her position and move to somewhere less exposing.

Wishing she wouldn't, all he could think about was licking her pussy as she rubbed his torso.

And then it happened.

The moment he'd been silently pleading for.

She hitched up her white skirt, stood with one leg on either side of his head, leaned over and finally grasped his full length in two very strong, oiled hands.

"Oh fuck", Andrew closed his eyes and groaned as she rubbed him up and down like it was all just part of the service. Magic hands worked his length until his hips threatened to rocket off the table.

Opening his eyes, he was met with one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen in his life. Her bare, naked pussy, glistening with arousal and ready to be eaten.

"Please..." The word escaped before he could stop it.

She paused just long enough for him to wonder if she'd heard.

"Hands to yourself, Mr Turner," she said evenly, brushing his wandering hand away without the slightest hint of embarrassment. "Just relax."

Heat flooded his face. "Sorry."

"No need to apologize." Her tone was soft but effortlessly commanding.

"You're here to enjoy yourself. Let me do my job."

He hadn't realized how much he'd come to crave her instructions until the thought of disappointing her made his stomach tighten.

"That's better," she murmured as he settled again. "Now... stay still for me."

And then it happened. She sat her bare, beautifully pink pussy on his face.

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If you're enjoying the slow burn, follow me for part two.