Chapter 51: The Weekend at the Spa

Jenny had packed everything - one luggage case fitted into the trunk, but the other had to stay on the minuscule backseat of the Porsche. When I looked at it, she grinned. “You don’t need a lot of clothes - t-shirts, Bermudas, a blazer, slacks, shirts, and a tie; that’s enough. I need dresses, gowns, nightdresses short and long, transparent or not, bras and panties, perfume ... James, only a woman would understand me.”

When I questioned the dresses (after all, Maureen had said that we would stay nude most of the time) she grinned. “Darling, there is a very fine restaurant at the resort, and I want a dramatic entry. But more importantly, I’ll wear my dresses and gowns so that you can take them off. You told me more than once that a naked woman is one thing; a nude woman dressed seductively is quite another matter. And Maureen and I have spent some time to find the right dresses for you to take off...”

We kissed Maureen and thanked her for the present she had given us - a gift not only for Jenny, but for me also. She smiled and said that it was her turn the next time and Jenny nodded vigorously.

“I’ll tell you everything once we are back and you can prepare yourself even better!”

One more kiss and we were on our way. It was two hours driving on winding roads into the Blue Mountains, and slowly we left the city pollution behind us. The sun was shining, and there were a few dark clouds in the distance. The weather report had told us that it would be a glorious weekend. Waze showed us the way and we arrived just for lunch. The spa looked impressive - built into a hill with a view on one side to the forest and on the other side to the far horizon; I knew that at night we might see the reflection of Sydney’s lights in the sky. The reception was small and when I presented my reservation, the young lady was very friendly and efficient, and I had to admit, quite pretty.

She gave me a folder with all the keys and instructions and reemphasized their policy of invisible service.

“Sir, you have three rooms and all of them have a separate entrance to which only three people have a key - you, our manager and the service manager. When you wake up, you give us a call and tell us what you want to be served and at whatever time you want it; we’ll advise you with a bell that breakfast is served. When you’re in the dining room, you tell us and whilst you are eating, we’ll serve the bedroom. It’ll take us no more than ten minutes; please be patient and don’t return to that room until we sound the bell. As soon as you leave the dining room, you advise us, and we’ll clean the table immediately. Other than that, we will not enter your rooms except when you call us.”

She smiled and Jenny was impressed - nude all day?

¨Our restaurant is on the other side of the property and has two stars in the Michelin Guide; it is normally crowded, and reservations are necessary, but our guests can order room service from an extensive menu or come to the restaurant - a table is guaranteed. Our wine list is very extensive, and we have a brilliant review from the Wine Spectator, so please tell us what you prefer and there’s a 99% probability that we’ll have it. This includes a Chateau Petrus and Chateau Margaux, and we have an extensive line of the Chateau d’Yquem. There are also some interesting wines from South America and South Africa; you’ll be surprised about the wines our sommelier has selected. Enjoy your stay, sir, and if you need anything at all, just advise. We want to make your stay memorable.”

I thanked her and drove over to the chalet they had selected for us. It was very pretty, and Jenny was thoroughly impressed.

The decoration was modern Scandinavian - clean and simple lines, but elegant forms and first-class materials were used. There were some pretty paintings on the wall; basically, Australian landscapes, very pretty but not as good as the ones Eileen had collected. A nice veranda with a high hedge around it to guarantee privacy, and a smallish pool with comfortable chaise lounges around it. Looking at the stereo equipment, I recognized some of the brands - Bose, Bang, Marantz, a Meridien amplifier and preamp ... it couldn’t be much better, and I was happy that I had brought enough CDs to use it. There was a huge flat screen TV in the sitting room, and an even bigger oil painting hanging from the ceiling in front of it, hiding it in case you did not want to waste your time watching American reruns. There was a bottle of chilled chardonnay plus some hors d’ oeuvres on a sideboard. It was impressive.

The dining room was spectacular - elegant, classic, and pretty. The table served up to six people, but I assumed it would never be used to that extension, since this was a place for two lovers. A big window again looking to the forest, and I was certain we would enjoy having our food here. When I opened the door to the bedroom, I saw what they meant by invisible service - our luggage was already placed on a separate support. The bed was big, and I thought we would not have to decide which directions we wanted to sleep in; it would easily take us in any direction. A big bathroom with its own terrace and a Jacuzzi, again surrounded by tall hedges so that privacy was always assured. A big shower for at least two and Jenny was looking at me already with an optimistic grin. The linen was colorful in pale colors, and everything shouted of good taste - or a very expensive interior decorator.

The phone rang and the young lady was on the other side. “Sir, this is Jane Halley, please forgive my intrusion. I forgot to tell you that the menu and the wine list are in the top drawer of the sideboard in the dining room; in case you want anything, please let me know. We are at your service twenty-four hours a day. Thank you, and once more my apologies for the intrusion.”

I laughed and told Jenny about the message. She nodded. “James, let us order food and wine and while they prepare it, I shall put everything away. Are you certain that they’ll not enter any room if we do not authorize it?”

I nodded and said that was what I had been promised and what Maureen had checked; I wondered why that question? “Well, darling, I’ve spent a lot of time getting some quite interesting outfits, but they are for your eyes only, not for anybody else...” I was looking forward to the next four days...

The menu was ourstanding, going from Japanese to French to (strangely enough) Cajun dishes and there were no prices. Maureen had told me that she had told the spa that we should not be bothered with prices, as she would pay everything from the company’s office.

We selected our food - a shrimp salad for Jenny and an abalone salad for me as starters, then she selected veal with asparagus and wild rice; for me it was a T-bone steak with baked potato (Jenny laughed “Good for you, because you’ll need your strength, as will I”), and as desserts we had caqui, a delicious fruit from South America, plus an expresso for both. We spent more time on the wine list. The starter was easy - a Krug vintage champagne; the red wine was more difficult, but at the end, we decided on an Oregon Bergström Le Pré du Col Pinot Noir for her and a hearty syrah, the Adelaide Hills SC Pannell, for me. We would also finish the bottle at night with cheeses.

We told Ms. Halley (I assume she was the lady at the reception desk) about our choices and she said that everything would be ready in forty-five minutes. Anything else? I looked at Jenny and she shook her head. I thanked Jane and we went to unpack; that is, Jenny unpacked, and I watched. The two luggage cases delivered few elegant summer dresses, but an enormous amount of seductive night outfits in all colors, mostly transparent, short, or long. She finished her job and changed into a little green blouse with almost all the buttons already open, and a tight, long black skirt. When I looked at her, she grinned.

“Extended local rules - no underwear, but calm down, James. For at least the first two hours, I intend to be decent. Afterwards ... who knows?”

A bell rang and we walked over to the dining room. Everything was prepared for us to serve ourselves - the main dishes were on rechauds to keep the food hot, but I doubted that this would work out. We might have to walk over to the restaurant to get the food properly served. Pity, but I did not like cold food.

I advised Jane and opened the Krug and served Jenny and myself; the wine and the salads matched perfectly. Then I cleaned the table (Jenny was happy for me to serve her) and I uncovered the veal. It was a masterpiece of decoration with little colorful drops here and there; the asparagus looked like it was coming out of a painting and the wild rice had a black-white color. The pinot noir matched the veal perfectly. My steak was rough and impressive; I wondered whether I could finish it? I had asked for rare to medium and when I cut the meat, it was. The baked potato reminded me of a good restaurant in the States with its perfect form and taste.

Her wine had a dark cherry color and tasted of wild red and dark fruits, with a little bit of brown sugar thrown in - I had learned a lot about wines from Maureen and Eileen. My syrah was hugely intense with black cherry, black plums, and some spices. This was exactly what the steak needed, and they must have turned to magic, because at the end of the meal the food was still hot! It was two-star restaurant food! The fruit was delicious, and I could not find a matching wine for its expressive sweetness and would have to ask Maureen later. The coffee was hot, and I decided that the next time, I would order an Armagnac to go with it.

I pressed the button on the sideboard to advise that we had finished and to bring back the wines at night with a tray of assorted cheeses, and then we retired to the bedroom. Invisible service again - the bed was turned down. They obviously knew why we were here!

They had also come in again and cleaned up whatever had been lying around loose; the bedroom appeared like a photo out of an architect’s dream. Jenny turned to me.

“What do you want to do with me now, my love?”

I just embraced her for a long time and looking into her sweet blue eyes, I responded, “I want to love you, now and forever.”

She smiled happily. “I’m all yours, to do what you want...” and a small grin appeared “ ... Anyhow and anywhere, my love.”

I let her go and opened the last button on her blouse and slid it off her shoulder; then I opened the zipper at the side of the skirt and pulled it down. She stepped out of it and stood before me, turning around slowly to let me admire her beauty.

She had a runner’s fine-tuned slim body, with a narrow waist, long, long legs, and pert breasts peaked by dark nipples. They were already stiff, waiting to be caressed, and I was looking forward to spending a long time with them. Her long raven-black hair tumbled over her left shoulder, reaching to below her breast. I looked at her admiring everything, but then focused on her smiling lips and shining eyes. There was love in them, love for me.

She came forward. “Now it’s my turn.” and she slowly undressed me. She leaned into me, hiding her face on my shoulder. “My love, now I’m happy. I’m with you and we are finally alone without any pressure, just the two of us. If this is not paradise, I don’t know what it could be.”

I hugged her and then she led me to the bed. I remembered for a moment the night with Eileen, but this was completely different. Then it had been filled with sex and lust, but now I had seen the love in Jenny’s eyes. I agreed with her - if this was not paradise, I would not know what it could be.

We lay down and I got the flask with the massage oil I had brought along. “Jenny, do you remember the mornings at the pool in Brisbane? I always thought about it and how wonderful your body felt under my hands. May I do it once more?”

She shook her head. “James, why do you ask? First, I remember it also fondly, and then ... you can do with me whatever you want to do. Just do it and I’ll love it.”

I asked her to turn around and lie on her stomach. She made herself comfortable and I started my massage, slowly going from her neck to her shoulders, touching her soft skin and finally arriving at her lower cheeks. They were firm in my hands and Jenny seemed to enjoy the move - her legs opened slowly, and I could see her puckered little hole and the start of her pussy. I ignored them for a moment and continued downwards until I arrived at her toes. Taking each one in my hand and massaging it carefully, I could feel the pleasure she had in this caress; I could also feel, however, a certain impatience coming up. I went north again and when I arrived at her hips, I moved forward between her legs. This pushed them even wider, and all her glory was before my eyes - her ass blinking at me and her pussy already wet. A few strokes, which she appreciated with a low moan, and then I asked her to turn around.

She looked at me, her eyes sultry. “James, this is very nice, but in Brisbane, you moved much faster.”

This was an opportunity I could not miss. “Patience, little grasshopper, patience!” I wondered whether she really would hit me, but she restrained herself at the last moment.

“James, you’ll pay for this!”

I relented and started my massage on her upper body, first relaxing her neck and shoulders, then moving down again. Leaning forward, I gently pressed the cream against her skin, centered above her beautiful bare breasts. She liked it. “It feels so cool.” Jenny started to relax, allowing her lids to close. “This is nice.”

I slid the natural balm in larger circles, coating the area above her breasts and then slid my hands slowly down between them. “Mmmm...” The contentment on Jenny’s face and in her soft sounds was joy to me. I began to circle one breast, each loop smaller than the one before until the clear cream was gliding over the outer, pinker skin of her areola. I watched as the skin crinkled, pulling the sensitive darker flesh inward as the center point grew hard and up toward me. Her lips parted without a sound, and I repeated my way to her other breast. Jenny’s hips were now moving in a constant slow, languid slide up and down the hard muscle above my knee. Lowering my head, my lips closed on the stiff nipple.

“Yessss!”

It was half word, half prolonged escaping breath. Her eyes stayed closed, but her hands came up to clasp my hair. She guided my hands, and I followed her desire, using slow lips and a soft tongue, savoring both hard nubbins. The massage was forgotten by now and I eased myself lower. Jenny didn’t make another sound until I touched her outer lips for the first time.

“Oh, James...” It was a breathy, wonder-filled whisper. I dropped onto my belly, sliding my hands under her legs, lifting them gently apart and looking up toward her face past my hands; I could see her breasts, still glistening with my kisses, rising, and falling. Her hips pushed up again, as my tongue slipped out to find her lower ones open and ready. “So good...” I tasted more deeply, lapping with my tongue from deep between her legs; her hips pressed up against me now, letting me know what she needed.

I trusted her motions and continued to lick, lap, and kiss, and allowing her body to position the parts most needing attention to where my mouth moved against her, teaching us both what she craved. When her hips lifted, I allowed my tongue to slip inside her, gathering more of the growing tasty liquid. I pulled it back when her hips came down, guiding my attention to the slick, increasingly swollen folds above the opening. Her belly tightened, the muscles suddenly straining under my hands as her fingers again ran through my hair. She pulled me hard against her as a cry escaped her lips.

I looked up to see her eyes wide, mouth open, her head raised off the bed. “Oh James!” Her fingers pulled my hair almost painfully as her head rose further, her back rising from the bed.

“Ahhhh!” Her cry continued, and I could hear her moaning only partially, as her thighs squeezed in on my ears. Her hips bucked against my mouth as my kisses became more aggressive, and my tongue massaging her protruding little bud. A final hard suck and as her hips slowed and her wail trailed off, I eased my ministrations.

I slipped my arms out from under her legs after my hands felt the powerful contractions in her belly easing. I inched my way back up her body as her hands on my head loosened her tight grip, pulling my face up toward hers. Her lips were frantic on mine, tasting herself on my tongue and around my mouth before she pulled my face down tight beside hers. I continued my own lighter kisses along her neck and jaw. When I finally pushed myself up to look at her, I perceived that some time must have passed - the light in the room was considerably dimmer, and she turned to me.

“James, this was wonderful, but it’s my move now. Let’s forget about quality control; I may come back to that, but now I want to say hello to George and see what he’s been up to.”

I must admit that I was not completely unmoved, and my shaft was waiting at attention, waiting to be recognized. She got up and now it was she who moved between my legs.

“Hello, darling. How are you? I hope that you’re ready to be loved; my Lord and Master has satisfied me so much that I feel obliged to return the favor.”

She settled comfortably and took my penis in her warm hands, looking at it closely. “Look, dear, there’s a welcome for me already...” and she licked the first drop of pre-cum off the tip. “Mmm, tasty. Could there be more?” She stroked it gently and George showed his appreciation, tweaking slightly. “You can do better than this, George!” and she took him into her mouth, licking first up and down, then massaging the tip with her tongue.

George liked it and she continued her tender attention, stroking, kissing, licking, and occasionally taking him deep down her throat. George was getting excited, and I warned her, but to no avail. She felt the explosion coming up and once more pushed George deep into her mouth and then I was ready to come. I felt the moves deep inside me coming higher and higher and then it was there - my seed jetted into her mouth, and she welcomed it. It was too much for her, however, and a few drops escaped her lips. She smiled satisfied and proud of her work.

“Well, George, how about this? Satisfied? Did I get everything? I hope that you recover fast since there is more to come...”

I grinned and she asked why. “You have some white cream on your cheeks ... and on your breast ... I wonder how they appeared?” She grinned, too. Wiping her fingers on her cheek, she saw the proof of her success and licked them clean, smiling like a satisfied cat.

“More?” I pointed to her breast where a drop had landed on her nipple. She repeated her move and licked her finger clean. I pointed once more to her breast - there was another drop visible.

She looked at me. “You like my breasts so much you clean it, but don’t waste it!” So, I wiped it off and offered my finger to her. She took it into her mouth and when it was clean, she came forward to lie beside me. She purred like a cat, satisfied with herself and me. “What a beautiful beginning to our days here, James.” She kissed me, and I could taste her and me together - what a wonderful sentiment!

“My love, I want to sleep an hour in your arms, may I?” I nodded, feeling a similar need and we dropped off.

When I woke up, it was dark already. The lights were lit in the garden, and I heard the Jacuzzi bubbling on the terrace. That seemed inviting and as I got up, Jenny protested.

“Where are you going?” I told her that I would try the Jacuzzi and she got up also. “You will not be out of my sight these days, James!” We walked over and there was the slight eucalyptus smell from the Blue Mountains, and they must have added some to the water, too. The light was dim, no clouds visible and with the stars appearing already; there was a bottle of champagne at the side of the Jacuzzi with two flutes and a white towel. Invisible service, indeed!

Jenny was stunning - nude and proud of herself, ready to be loved. I knew I only needed to say something, and she would be mine here on the terrace; but it would not be right because we had love, not sex. I served the champagne and we slipped into the bubbles. She came over to my side and snuggled herself into my arms; placing my hand on her breast, she grinned.

“Oh Lord and Master, you can start anything now, and you can even finish it!”

It was a lazy night and we talked about ourselves, about Maureen and Eileen, but principally about ourselves. When the champagne was finished, we got out and went back to the bedroom. I called Jane and asked for dinner to be served in fifteen minutes. She said that they had selected assorted cheeses from Australia; would that be satisfactory? I agreed and when we finished our shower, there was no fooling around, only pure business! I waited for Jenny and when she appeared, she was eye-filling in her grey gown, transparent enough that I could see her breasts clearly and a long slit in the middle, so that her pussy appeared whenever she moved.

Dinner was served, the wines were at the right temperature and the cheeses looked delicious. I thanked Jane (it must still have been Jane because it was her voice), put a Mozart flute concerto into the stereo and we enjoyed the dinner. There was an additional half bottle of red wine with a note. “You might enjoy this wine with the sheep cheese.” We did and then retired to the living room. I called Jane again and said that we would stay there for some time, listening to music. She said that she understood, and that the bedroom was already served; we could go back there whenever we wanted. The dining room would then be cleaned within the next five minutes, and nobody would disturb us.

We reclined on the lounge and Jenny leaned against me. I put one arm around her, cupping her breast. I thought it might be a good idea if I used that opportunity and started to stroke it lightly.

She turned halfway to me, kissed me, and repeated, “You can start and finish it, my love.” Her nipple hardened and she purred satisfied with my move; her soft lips welcomed mine and her tongue came out inviting mine to battle. We kissed, tasting, and touching each other, enjoying the moment, but then she moved back and shrugged off her gown. “Now, darling, will you please make love to me?”

I bent down and kissed her stiff nipples and then she moved onto my lap. She looked down and saw George already at attention. She was visibly excited, and her tangy scent came up to my face. A small move upwards and she pointed George at her entrance; then she moved slowly downwards again, and I slipped into her. I pushed up to meet her and George found the necessary slickness to penetrate her easily. Her face showed her satisfaction when I bottomed out and she smiled at me.

“James, you’re now where you belong; please never leave me!” I kissed her again, deeply embedded.

“Jenny, how could I ever leave you? You, the one I love so much! We’ll always be together, you and I.”

She started her rhythm again and I leaned back, letting her determine what she wanted. Her face was showing her tension, and with her eyes closed, her parted lips were proof of her pleasure and rising arousal. “James...” her voice was breathy and reverent, and her moves became more urgent, less lazy. Her eyes fluttered open, and her face tilted down. Her still parted lips curled upward at their outermost edges.

“My Lord and Master.”

“Yes, my lady?”

“I want you, and I want you now!”

“Your wish is my command, my lady!”

I felt her hot walls surrounding my shaft, massaging it, teasing it. She held me close as I pushed up; she responded in equal measure, keeping me deep inside her. Closing her eyes, a moan escaped her. “My love, please take your woman, your wife, your slave!” and she wrapped her arms around me, holding me tight as she moved faster and faster until she came, not loud but intensely. I followed her, shooting my semen up her tight hot walls. She felt this and came once more, becoming rigid for a moment before she was able to unwind and fall against my chest. When she looked up finally, there was a tear in her eye. I was concerned, but she only said, “My love, this is a tear of happiness, not of pain or sadness.”

After a while, her body relaxed, and she kissed me. We looked at each other and both said at the same time “Thank you.”

She smiled again. “My Lord and Master, have I served you faithfully?”

“My lady, I do not object to the ‘Lord and Master’ term - and which consequences you normally ignore -, but I do object to the term ‘serve’. You don’t serve me, you love me. We make love, we don’t serve one another. Is that clear, Jenny?”

She was surprised about my stern manner, but I wanted to make this completely clear. “Is that clear, Jenny?”

She nodded, but hiding her head against my shoulder, I heard her whispering, “You can say whatever you want, but I want to serve you, and I will!”

I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom - immaculately made up again. I picked up a washcloth in the bathroom, but she stopped me. “I want to sleep with your seed in me, filling me up.”

I nodded to whatever she wanted, but as Plan B I kept the cloth beside the bed. If she woke up at night, she might change her mind because sleeping on a wet spot is not always very enjoyable. She smiled, “Local Rules apply here also!” and gave me her breasts for my caresses, and lay back, tired, and happy.

We fell asleep, holding each other tight. When I woke up during the night a sliver of moonlight peeked between the curtains and left a pale white line across the floor. I looked at her - hair going every which way, lips still swollen from our love making, a small smile on her lips - she was absolutely beautiful. I kissed her lightly on her lips and, mumbling something, she continued to sleep.

When I woke up, Jenny was still asleep with her head on my chest, one arm draped over me, and my hand cradling her neck. I had put a light sheet over our bodies at night, but now it was at the bottom of the bed, exposing Jenny’s gorgeous body to my sight. I never knew when she was more beautiful - when she was awake, smiling, when she was concentrating on her work, or when she was asleep, completely relaxed, but I was always happy to look at her. She must have felt that I was gazing at her and opened one eye.

“Good morning, my love. Do I have to wake up?”

“Well, the sun has come up, my stomach is grumbling, and I’ll order breakfast to be served in thirty minutes. Do you want to sleep in?”

She opened her other eye. “You know that you are a cruel master? I served you ... no, I loved you faithfully last night and you want to rip me out of my well-deserved bed? When will I ever the recognition I merit?”

I grinned. “Jenny, you can stay in bed if you want. I’ll order waffles, eggs and bacon, some fruit and I’ll see if any of that champagne is still left. Let me know when you want to get up.”

Now it was her turn to grin. “How will you order breakfast if I’m still in bed and you want to go to the other room?”

I smiled at her words, as she was obviously not completely awake. “I just tell them to make up the bedroom later, my dear.”

She smacked her head, mumbling “Stupid, stupid...” I waited for her response, and she slowly sat up, still mumbling probably impolite words.

I mentioned the ‘Lord and Master’ phrase and she was quiet. Then she tried another track. “If I am very nice to you, can I sleep another hour?”

I shook my head. “You are always nice to me.”

She tried again. “If I’m really very, very nice to you, can I sleep another hour?”

I responded. “Darling, you’re most of the time really very, very nice to me, so there is no change.”

Last try. “I can be nasty to you, too, even if you have not seen that yet. Please let me sleep.”

I nodded. “A serious, but not very believable threat. I doubt, my love, that you can be nasty to me. Remember that I’m your Lord and Master - at least theoretically - and that you love me? In any case, I’ll let you sleep as long as you want, I’ll just have my breakfast in thirty minutes - no, make those twenty-eight minutes.”

She got up, mumbling all the time. When she was at the bathroom door, I whistled. She tried to be angry but turned around with a smile. She looked down and asked me, “What did you do to me? Look at my pussy and my legs - why did you do this?” I reminded her that I had offered to clean us, but that she had declined my generous offer. Finally, she decided to wake up; and coming over to me, offered her breasts for my kisses and then told me to wait for her a moment. I did and when she came out, she was the shining beauty I was accustomed to seeing. She looked for something to dress and selected her little transparent bolero with the short skirt that almost reached to her pussy.

“Satisfied, oh Lord and Master, or do you want me to be nude to serve you ... I mean breakfast, my love.”

There was an almost silent bell to announce that breakfast was ready, and we moved to the other room, advising Jane (or at least to someone who had her voice) that we were having breakfast now. There were the dishes I had ordered and a new bottle of champagne in the cooler; not the Krug, but a nice Heidsieck. We had fun and Jenny decided to sit on my lap.