by Kylie Parker
“You’ll both see what I’m talking about.”
Chapter Nine
“God, I wanna hear his voice again. Damn it, Isabelle. You should have given him your number…”
After a fun night with her two friends, at 00:15, Isabelle was lying in bed under a fuchsia blanket. She had looked out her window earlier, hoping to catch a glimpse of Dean. Although the window overlooked his porch twenty yards to the left, he was not there anymore. Isabelle opened the top drawer of her nightstand and pulled out his business card.
“Let’s see how your voice sounds over the phone, Mr. Marshall.
Isabelle began to dial Dean’s number, sensing her pulse rising.
“Hello?”
“Dean? It’s Isabelle…”
“Oh. Hey…” he sounded relieved.
“Hope I’m not bothering you. You weren’t sleeping, were you?”
“No, I’m just glad it’s you. What’s up?”
Isabelle remained silent.
“It’s alright. I like your voice. It’s pretty sweet. Listen; you ran off so fast that I didn’t get a chance to invite you to my spa. It’s called Feminine; it’s less than two miles north. You can bring your friends. All services are on the house. Say, 10:30am?”
“I’ll tell them in the morning. I don’t think it will take me long to convince ‘em. Thanks a lot, that’s very sweet of you.”
“Don’t mention it. Goodnight…”
“Goodnight.”
Isabelle was ecstatic. She would see Dean again in a few hours and would probably discover why Kate did not like him, should they run into each other. Nevertheless, she could not stop speculating on the reasons why her friend advised her to stay away from him. After a day full of surprises, Isabelle preferred to sleep on a happy thought. Soon afterward, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, eagerly anticipating the moment she would meet with Dean again.
The next morning, as expected, both Monica and Kate loved the idea of a free spa. They thanked Isabelle for it and at 10:05am, they all met in the kitchen, ready to go. Kate wore black leggings and a tight red t-shirt along with her red Converse All-Stars. Monica had on a gray sweatshirt, dark blue yoga bottoms and wore white trainers, whereas Isabelle preferred to put on a pink hoodie, purple lounge pants, and red sneakers. The three friends would need to take a few things to the spa such as bathrobes, flip flops, and a change of clothes, so they all had to carry backpacks. Isabelle’s was blue, Monica’s was black, and Kate’s was yellow.
Upon opening the door, Kate saw a large flower basket on her doorstep. It contained more than 20 lilies. She looked around before she sat on her knees and tried to pick it up. It could hardly fit in her embrace. Soon enough, she discovered the recipient. A small envelope was in the middle with Isabelle’s name on it.
“Hey, Izzy! This one’s for you…” Kate turned to her right and murmured.
“Dunno what you did to the guy last night, but you sure as hell made a great impression on him.” Monica was happy for Isabelle.
“You’re kidding me…” Isabelle was at a loss for words. But then she noticed the same envelope Kate had seen and took it in her right hand. It read:
“Last night was fun.
Hope you can make it today.
I look forward to seeing you
D.M.
“Yep. Looks like your neighbor is a big fan of our Izzy, Kate.” Monica could not resist the temptation of reading the letter with Isabelle.
“Girl, take that basket inside and lock the door behind you. We’ll be waiting in the car. Come on, Mon.” Kate handed the keys to her house to Isabelle.
Within a few minutes, the three friends were in Kate’s black, luxurious Mercedes C-Class. Dean’s romantic gesture had added to Isabelle’s excitement.
“Normally I’m not impressed so easily. But, he seems perfect so far. He’s a hero, he’s handsome, rich, a great kisser, and thoughtful enough to send me flowers. And to think we haven’t been on a date yet… I wonder what he would do then.
Lost in her thoughts, Isabelle stared into a void in the passenger’s seat. The ten minutes it took them to arrive to Feminine seemed to fly by—it was a clear, sunny day after all. However, when they reached the small hill it was located on, the three women were amazed by the sheer beauty of it. It was huge and on the edge of an oak tree forest. The outer walls were made of various colors of stone: purple, green, orange and blue. In the middle of the half-acre lawn there was a pathway lined with small, white stones. On each side of the lawn there was a fountain with water pouring out of the mouths of two lions which sat across from one another. It also featured a massive, 45ft-long glass façade. Right above that, there was a sign with the name of the spa, in red letters:
“Feminine
“We should totally find your big fan and thank him, Isabelle.” Staring at the fountain on the left side of the lawn, Monica voiced her opinion.
“Yeah. I just hope he doesn’t ask me to kiss him…” Kate was quick to respond.
“Nope. Those lips of his are mine now, my ladies.” Between her two friends, Isabelle bragged about herself. Less than ten yards away from the entrance, a small, elderly man in a black tuxedo welcomed them. He spoke with a British accent.
“Good morning, ladies. My name is George Harrison. Which one of you is Ms. Miles?”
“That would be me,” Isabelle chirped, raising her right at chest height. A second after she spoke a woman emerged. She was in her early thirties and was dressed in purple spandex. She also had ginger, shoulder-length hair.
“Hi, girls. I’m Gina. I’ve been assigned to you.” She extended her right hand for a polite handshake. Then, the elderly man spoke again:
Ms. Miles, I have been ordered to escort you to our VIP area in the basement. Please, follow me.” He smiled at Isabelle and showed her the way inside. Monica and Kate followed Gina after Isabelle and the man entered the lobby. It was very luxurious. It featured marble floors and a 30-ft tall ceiling painted light pink on the left and fuchsia on the right. Three massive chandeliers were beautifully lighting it up. To the left, there was a somewhat short, but very long, scarlet, u-shaped counter. A thin brunette in her mid-thirties was behind it, talking on the phone, wearing a yellow pantsuit. Down the hall, there were two elevators. Isabelle and George entered the one on the left while Monica and Kate followed Gina into the second.
Exiting the empty car, Isabelle found herself in a spacious room with a brown, wooden door on the left side of the wall, twenty feet across her. She could hear soft music coming from somewhere, but she saw no speakers on the walls. George excused himself and left her alone. She sauntered towards the door. The sound of relaxing, chill-out music was getting louder. Isabelle turned the golden doorknob on the right side of the door. She had just opened the door to a sauna room with two, wooden benches sat parallel to one another. Puffs of steam blocked her view for a second. There was a small light in the middle of it. Typically, sauna rooms are made entirely out of wood, and this one was no different. She then closed the door in a hurry. Isabelle had to get rid of her clothes if she wanted a steam bath. She wondered where Dean was. She had not seen him yet and it somehow disappointed her. Nonetheless, the day was still young. They could meet up after her steam bath.
“What a great present. I’m sure Kate’s got the wrong impression of him…
Chapter Ten
Under the sound of Enigma’s “Principles of Lust,” Isabelle sat on the bench to the right. She was naked and all alone in what seemed to be a private room. Within the next two minutes, the atmospheric music relaxed her even more. She lay on the bench, running her fingers through her hair. Some drops of water were already forming on her nude, soft skin. Isabelle bent her left knee; Dean’s image came back to mind: Every corner of his face, his arms, and his huge chest… She could not help but feel a little aroused. Looking up at the ceiling, she shut her eyes.
“I would love to be in your arms, Dean. Take me to bed and…Oh, yeah.
Isabelle started
thinking about all the naughty things Dean would do to her in bed. How he would pay attention to every single one of her erogenous zones and worship the most sensitive parts of her body.
“Wait a minute. I don’t wanna touch myself in a public place like this! What if I get caught? Oh, God, what an embarrassment! But…I can’t help it. I’d love to feel those strong hands all over my body…
Isabelle slightly opened her mouth and looked down at her full, delicious C cups. She picked up a few drops of water from her belly with her right index finger and led it to her lips. Her body was aching to be touched. Images of Dean rushed through her mind. The way he had saved 200 people, his guitar playing, and his deep, manly voice. However, a light sensation on the right side of her ribs, four inches under her chest, interrupted her daydreaming. She abruptly opened her eyes. There was too much steam in the room; she could not make out whom that hand belonged to. Whoever it was did not wait for the steam to clear. Instead, the person leaned forward before Isabelle could even begin to wonder about their identity.
“It’s me…” he whispered a split second before she saw his face. She could make no mistake about it. It was Dean. His hair was wet, and there were several drops of water dripping down his cheeks and his forehead.
“Dean?! What are you doing here? I’m naked, for God’s sake! Weren’t we supposed to meet later?” Isabelle was in a state of panic. She jolted up with her left arm covering her chest area.
“Shhhh!” He brought his left index finger on his face, an inch from his nose.
“You know why I’m here, Isabelle.” By now, more of his body was visible. Isabelle scanned him, from bottom to top. He was on his knees with his arms parallel to each other and his hands on the bench. A tiny pool of water had formed in the middle of his almost-hairless chest. He had little hair right below his neck. The young woman found it difficult not to stare at his cut, toned abs or his big, flexing shoulder muscles.
“I shouldn’t have come here…” she murmured and attempted to get up. But, Dean would not let her. He placed his right hand on her right shoulder and pushed her back, gently.
“You want this as much as I do, Isabelle.” Dean’s raspy voice filled her ears. Her initial hesitation was quickly replaced by lust. It was not like her to have sex with someone she barely knew. Yet, Isabelle wanted to live her fantasy, and the setting seemed ideal. He did not make it easy for her to say no. Right after he finished his sentence, he slid his heavy hand on her shoulder. Isabelle sensed his fingertips brushing against the lower side of her neck.
“Have you been thinking about me? My hands, all over your body? My tongue on your nipples? My lips on your neck…?” Dean teased her. She tilted her head to the left and closed her eyes. Isabelle needed to feel every inch of his hand on her cheek. Her aspiring lover was playing with her mind. He slid his hand down her neck and then back up. Then, he moved it towards her face and ran his thumb over her cheekbone. It stopped right above her lips. Isabelle opened her eyes and put her left hand on his. She led his thumb on her partly-open lips. Closing her eyes, she laid the tip of her tongue on his thumb, right before she felt his strong hand pushing her face to her right.
Dean angled his lips for a kiss. Their lips locked in a long, sensual kiss. Isabelle led his hand down her chest. Of course, the young, rich man did not need any instructions, but she seemed to be enjoying it. His hand landed on her left boob, and she would not let go of it. Instead, she kept pushing it against her chest, as if she intended to lead the action herself. Amidst their kiss, Dean pulled his left hand off the bench and led it onto her wet back. Having had enough of leading the action, she took her left hand off his and placed it on his right shoulder. Isabelle loved the way it flexed under her palm. None of her former lovers were nearly as masculine as Dean. She went on to dig her long nails into his flesh. A short sigh of pain escaped him while their kiss was getting more demanding.
Isabelle’s breath got heavier. Dean pinched her nipple gently, sending her pulse rising. The moisture in her pussy was increasing. His left hand stroked her back from top to bottom twice, before he brought it onto her ribs and then, he led it upward, towards her right boob. Ending their kiss, he laid a few soft kisses on her chin and began to make his way down…
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back with soft sighs escaping her. Before she knew it, Dean’s lips were on her right boob and his left hand was on her left nipple, squeezing and pinching it.
“Oh, yeah…” she sighed, licking her upper lip. Then, Isabelle lay back against the wet, wooden wall, soaking her back even more. Instinctively, she spread her legs, waiting for his next move. Dean was quick to go down on her breasts again. This time, he greedily licked her left nipple and took it into his mouth, while his hands got busy with her legs. They landed on her ankles and slowly made their way up. Sensing his tongue licking her nipple in a circular motion, Isabelle grabbed him by the neck with both hands and pressed his head against her. He used his right palm to stroke her left knee while his left palm fondled her outer right thigh. Dean stroked it and squeezed it several times…
Laying soft kisses on both of her boobs, he ended his worship. His lips eagerly sought her midsection. He licked the water off her ribs, placing both of his palms on each side of her midsection. By now, Isabelle’s legs were twitching. She was desperate to feel his penetration, but Dean had other things in mind. After playing with her tummy for a minute, his hands slid down towards her hips, following his mouth. Dean stopped right over her clit and gazed at it. Understanding what he was about to do, Isabelle spread her legs even more.
The sensation of Dean’s tongue on her clit sent her waves of pleasure.
“Oh, my God… That’s it!” she moaned. Then, he wrapped his arms around her thighs. His fingertips spread the silky flesh of her inner thighs, in an attempt to spread her pussy lips wide. He flicked his tongue over her swollen clit in an insanely fast pace, as Isabelle wrapped her legs around his neck. Amidst countless puffs of steam, she opened her eyes, only to catch a glimpse of the tip of his tongue on her clit. She could not help but bite her lip while pushing her crotch against his mouth.
“Awwwwwwwwww!” a louder moan escaped her upon the sensation of his lips, sucking her clit like he was sucking the juices out of a half-peeled orange. He was not done with her boobs yet; his hands left her thighs and traveled back up, grabbing her beautiful tits. As he shook them back and forth, he kissed her clit one last time, before getting busy with her labia.
Dean stuck out a small part of his tongue. The tip lightly touched her pussy lips. It was clear to Isabelle that he had run out of patience. Instead of a slow, sensual licking like the one on her clit, her lover abruptly took her hands off her tits. He filled his left palm with her left, inner thigh and his right hand started rubbing her clit. Dean laid sloppy kisses on her pussy lips, licking the juices that, by now, were flowing down her thighs. During one of those sloppy kisses, he flicked his tongue on her entrance and ran it upwards, back on her clit. He used his right index and middle finger to fondle her love hole, with her clit still trapped in his mouth. Dean then pushed his index finger inside her, sending her one step closer to heaven. He looked up at her. She was not facing him; Isabelle was fondling her tits with her left hand while licking her right middle finger, trying to muffle her loud moans. He grabbed her right hand with his own left hand and stated:
“You can moan and scream all you want. The place is soundproofed.” His sudden move surprised her, but his words appeared to relieve her.
“Oh… Thank God!” she yelled. Isabelle was so turned on by everything he was doing to her that, within a few seconds, she came hard in spasms of orgasmic pleasure. Dean laid a few more, soft kisses on her labia and her clit, but he could not take it any longer. He grabbed her by the thighs and slid her down the bench until she was completely on her back. The 3ft-wide bench was more than enough. Under any other circumstances, Isabelle would be more than happy to return the favor by giving him a sensual blowjob. But, she was
curious to discover just how big his manhood really was and feel him inside her.
So she observed him as he arose to his impressive height, with his right hand on his cock. He pushed it upward and began to jerk it slowly, thereby exposing it. She opened her eyes wide in disbelief. Dean could easily jerk his cock with two hands. His oversized cock had to be at least nine inches long and nearly two inches thick.
“He’s so big. All that cock, just for me. I can’t wait to feel him inside me…
Only a second after she finished her thought, the seduced flight attendant watched him lean towards her, bending his knees. He placed her legs on his broad shoulders and, using his right hand, he led his throbbing cock in her soaking wet pussy. Isabelle shut her eyes.
“It’s so big….” she groaned, banging her hand on the bench. She then opened her eyes and gave him a lustful look. Dean could not take his eyes off her. He kept scanning her whole body while he penetrated her with his big, hard cock. He pushed and pushed, until her pussy engulfed his entire cock, down to the shaft.
“You’re so fucking wet…” Dean hummed, with his hands all over her long, lean legs. He turned his head to the left and found her right ankle. He kissed it. Meanwhile, Isabelle had her hands on her tits. Sweat, mixed with water was dripping down Dean’s brow and chest. Isabelle watched his muscles flex as he pushed his cock in and out of her, slowly. His long, deep strokes were so pleasurable to her…
With his tongue licking her right calf up and down, Dean tightened his grip on her thighs and quickened his pace. Squinting at him, Isabelle kept squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples every few seconds. She could now hear his heavy balls slapping against her butt cheeks. Filling her up, Dean dug his short nails into the smooth flesh of her thighs. Isabelle loved seeing the tension on his face. The way he looked so happy inside her added to her arousal. He kept his eyes closed for some seconds and would only open them to look right into her eyes.