The Unusual Spa Day - Sex Stories

The Unusual Spa Day

My job often requires me to travel across the country. When I am able, I like to stay at a hotel with a spa and enjoy a relaxing day as a way of de-stressing. Recently, I had to travel to Las Vegas, and on this particular trip, I built in an extra day without meetings and scheduled a sports massage for late morning. In addition to reducing stress, the sports massage helps my body recover from my regular, daily workouts.

I was looking forward to having a set of competent hands working on me. The masseuse was professional and cute. Not that her appearance mattered, but it’s always nice when you are being handled by a good-looking woman. She did a great job working my sore muscles and getting knots out of them. When she was finished, my muscles felt nice and soothed. Since I was already in the spa area, I decided to take time and visit the hot tub, sauna, and steam room.

It was my first time at this hotel spa, so I wasn’t sure of the protocol in the hot tub. Some resorts don’t require clothes, and others do. I had brought a pair of exercise shorts with me, which I slipped on in the changing room. I grabbed a towel, slipped into the complimentary sandals, and walked into the spa.

There were two other men around the hot tub, wearing their robes. One was lounging in a chair against a wall, looking at his phone, and the other stood up as I entered and went into the steam room. The hot tub was huge, shaped like a lap pool, long and narrow. I put my towel on a chair and ...

... removed my sandals before walking down into the hot tub. Soaking and unwinding in the warm water, I laid my head back and enjoyed the sensation of the liquid heat bubbling over my body.

The man lounging in the chair left, and soon, another man came in. He was tall like me, but it was evident he wasn’t a gym rat. He had a little beer belly protruding from his loosely held robe—not that he was obese or fat; he just obviously liked his beer.

He looked around and saw me relaxed, back against the edge of the large hot tub, and smiled. However, instead of finding a seat, he went into the steam room where the other man had gone, and I didn’t think anything of it. The warmth of the hot pool was therapeutic, and that was all I focused on. The tall man with the belly came back out. He wasn’t in the steam room very long—just a few minutes. Perhaps he got hot, or maybe he didn’t like that he wasn’t alone in the steam room. Whatever his reason, he was walking towards the pool, and he stopped at the pool’s stairs. He stood there undoing the tie, opened his robe, and dropped it at the top of the stairs while making eye contact with me.

His cock was flaccid and hanging down. I have never been alone and intimate with a man before, but something about the way he looked at me and opened his robe in front of me let me know he wanted me to see him and check him out. This surprised me, but I was not overly concerned. I’ve had women come on to me, and it felt the same but with a different and ...