Hook, Line And Sinker (BBW Shifter Romance) (FisherBears Book 1)

by Becca Fanning

  She took his hand and lingered there, enjoying his gentle strength, like a statue that could bend iron but wouldn’t. She felt like the southern belles in the stories she’d read late at night, the ones who swoon and “get the vapors.” She hadn’t been around a man who made her feel like this in a very long time. The way her small dark hand lay in his strong white hand made things stir between her legs. She’d always had a thing for the swirl, and not enough opportunities to indulge.

  “If you go down this hallway, you’ll find the changing room on your left. Please change into one of the robes you’ll find and use any locker you wish to stow your property. You’ll be our only guest today.” Christopher pointed down the hallway. “Come back here when you’re ready.”

  Nesha looked down at the white robe that adorned her body. It was actually quite flattering, generously accentuating her bust. She found a full length mirror along one wall of the changing room and did a fun little spin. Twirling, the bottom of the robe floated up scandalously high, and she pushed it down in feigned modesty. Her ass could put a stripper to shame and she was happy to see the robe stretch to contain it.

  Leaving her clothes and things in a locker, she walked out into the hallway to experience “all she desired”. She had quite a few desires she’d love to fulfill with Christopher, but that will have to wait until tonight with her dildo. Maybe on the way home I’ll stop and get some jasmine and sandalwood scented candles!

  Christopher waited for her down the hall, his back to a door. She sauntered up to him, a lightness in her step. The faint water fountain sound was louder now. She looked up at him, eyes as sultry as she could muster. “Which of my desires are we addressing first?”

  Without speaking, he took her hand and opened the door behind him. He led her into the room. Along the far wall a sheet of water flowed continuously down, giving the room a refreshing mistiness. A large driftwood sculpture was in the center of the room, low and wide. A small stool was the only other furnishing in the room. Christopher gestured toward the sculpture. “Please sit.”

  “Ohhh…” Nesha said, a little embarrassed. She saw now that it was a chair, though only because she was invited to sit on it. She sat down, making sure to cinch her robe to prevent any further embarrassment. Her arms rested against driftwood branches arcing out from the main body.

  Christopher went to a wall and pressed a panel, which popped open. He took a belt with several small pouches and wrapped it around his waist. He opened clay pots in the alcove and put various things into the belt pouches. Once that was done, he closed the alcove and came back to Nesha.

  Nesha tensed as he approached. It’s been so long since a man has touched me beyond a simple handshake or friendly hug. She had to remind herself that she wasn’t a bad person, she was allowed to experience pleasure in the touch of another. These circumstances still confused her but she was resolved to look at the unknown as an opportunity, not a danger.

  Christopher sat down on the stool next to her and dipped a hand into one of the pouches at his hip. His other hand he placed in Nesha's and held it. His skin was warm and smooth, which she expected from someone whose profession was to touch others. But the way he held her hand, pressed palm to palm, was…intimate. She felt foolish, and normally she’d chide herself. Of course this tall handsome Adonis didn’t have feelings for her. But that was the old Nesha. The new Nesha would go along for the ride. And so she did. All the tension she’d been holding disappeared.

  “Wow, you’re totally relaxed,” Christopher said, his other hand closing on top of Nesha's. He slowly massaged the pink sea salt from the pouch all over Nesha's hand. “This is a light abrasive and exfoliant. Our hands can become insensitive over time, so this helps to wake them up.”

  Nesha felt a certain awakening coming from between her legs. Back when they were together, Lawrence would delight in how quickly she got wet for him. Of course he did…it got him out of foreplay! Nesha could feel her pussy getting slick as Christopher massaged her hand.

  “Now for some shea butter so I can really work you.” Christopher added a small mound of the butter to her hand and massaged it in. He pressed his hands together, squeezing her hand in between his. The pressure was a little unnerving, but she was more impressed with his strength. God, he could hold me down and do anything he wanted to me. She felt his hands begin to work each finger, testing and kneading each joint. If her fingers could sigh in release, they would have.

  “Christopher, what else is in store for me today?” Nesha asked, watching him do his work.

  “Well, Nesha, we have a few things in mind.” He dipped a hand into the last pouch and a strong lemon scent filled her nose. He worked the lemon oil into her skin. “This lemon oil is strong, but most of that will come off in the shower later. After that you’ll just have a hint of lemon for the rest of the day.”

  “That didn’t really answer my question.”

  Christopher stopped his massage. “Would you like me to spoil the surprise?”

  Nesha thought on it a moment, then leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “I didn’t say you could stop.” Peaking down at Christopher, she saw him smile and go back to working her hand.

  Once that hand was done, Christopher picked up his stool and moved to the other side. Christopher repeated the process, sea salt then shea butter, finished with lemon oil. Christopher picked up the stool and positioned himself at her feet. “Now we get to the good stuff.”

  Nesha suspected a foot massage might be in her future, but this was incredible. Working with a different oil, Christopher massaged her foot until his hands slid over it effortlessly. As his hand slid over the top of her foot, his fingers dived between her toes, splaying them out. “This is probably where it hurts,” he said, his thumbs pressing into the ball of her foot. As he kneaded the bottom of her foot, a moan escaped Nesha.

  “Sorry…it’s just…this has been long overdue,” Nesha said, blushing and hoping Christopher didn’t see. She hoped he also wouldn’t notice her nipples stiffening against the thin cotton of her robe. For too long her feet had been her enemies, and now she was finally getting some relief. The knotted muscles in her heel loosened as Christopher moved his focus to the back of her foot. His fingertips softly brushed the arch of her foot.

  Nesha giggled.

  “Sorry about that,” Christopher said, smiling impishly.

  Seeing that smile, Nesha realized that there was something else going on here. This wasn’t a normal day of business for this spa. This is something personal, but I really don’t know this guy. He’s flirting with me, though. Nesha quickly dismissed these thoughts as Christopher worked on her other foot, showing it the same attention and care he did the first.

  “I would be remiss if I left you unsatisfied in any way, Nesha.” Christopher leaned in very close to Nesha. “What else can I do for you?” he asked, his breath hot against her neck and ear.

  Nesha grabbed the back of Christopher's neck and pulled him down to kiss him. Her lips pressed against his and he kissed her back. Her heart hammered in her chest. She closed her eyes and smelled the clean scent of his aftershave. Every alarm bell in her head was going off, and she ignored every one of them. She opened her lips and teased her tongue into his mouth. Christopher accepted it hungrily.

  Christopher's hand fell to her breast and squeezed it. Nesha's toes curled in delight, flexing back towards her. She felt his soft strong hand knead her flesh, his fingertips encircling and pulling at her nipple. No one had touched her like this since Lawrence, and a part of her cried out at all that time wasted. All that time spent feeling like no one would ever touch her like this again. Like I didn’t deserve it. Nesha arched her back to Christopher, the robe falling to either side.

  Christopher broke off their passionate kiss. “All that you desire,” he said, putting his middle and ring finger into his mouth. He slid these fingers down to Nesha's pussy, expertly finding her clit and rubbing it. The two spit covered fingers danced tiny soft circles on top of Nesha's
button.

  Nesha groaned and her head went to one side. She could feel an orgasm building, as all the little pieces fell into place. But this wouldn’t be like one of the orgasms she has when she’s alone. Her hand closest to Christopher reached for him, to grab him at his base. Her hand groped under his robe and she found his cock hanging, full and long. She wanted to take him in her mouth, but he brought his other hand down to hers.

  “We have to save something for later. We have a long day ahead of us,” he said, gently prying her fingers off his cock. Christopher's middle finger slid down to her pussy lips, easily gliding over their slick edges. He dipped his finger inside her.

  Nesha cried out as she felt him enter her. His strong thick finger was a tight fit for her at first, but as he worked in and out she relaxed to accommodate him. A part of her felt guilty in indulging in this kind of wanton act, but she couldn’t resist the feeling that there was some kind of connection between them. “I’m close…don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

  Christopher added his ring finger inside of her now, sliding both in and out easily. Nesha heard the slick sounds they were making and it drove her closer to the edge. Christopher brought his other hand down and used his thumb against her clit while he continued to finger her.

  Nesha arched her back up one last time, her orgasm exploding inside her. She felt Christopher's hand slow, coming to a stop as she relaxed. All the tension she’d been carrying around with her was gone, melted away thanks to this wonderful man. “Wow. That was amazing.”

  “You’re amazing, Nesha.” Christopher covered her with her robe that had fallen open. “This was a great start. Please relax, take your time, and when you’re ready for your shower, just come out into the hallway.” Christopher left the room, dimming the lights before closing the door.

  After a few minutes of lounging, Nesha sat up slowly and made her way to the door. My feet no longer hurt! How can this be happening? She joked to herself that this was all some sort of delirious dream. Maybe this is what a nervous breakdown feels like? If this was fantasy, then reality was overrated as far as she was concerned. She opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

  It was empty. Nesha was disappointed, hoping Christopher would escort her to the shower. Despite what she’d just experienced, she was surprised that her desires weren’t sated. In fact, it was more like a new appetite was awakened inside her that wasn’t there before. No, that’s not right. It’s been here, just suppressed. It wasn’t suppressed any longer, though. Looking down, she saw some blue and yellow flower petals. A trail of them extended down the hallway to the main room.

  They led from the main room down another hallway to a door. She pushed it open and walked into an elegant and minimal shower room. A single enclosed shower was in the center of the room. Four glass walls ran floor to ceiling. A few pipes came down from the ceiling and spread out over the inside of the shower, ending in spray nozzles. Two chairs sat nearby, several towels stacked on one, the other empty.

  The door opened behind her and Nesha turned, already smiling for Christopher. But it wasn’t Christopher. A different man stood in front of her, also wearing a white cotton robe. He had short brown hair and grey eyes. His skin was a creamy-pink, and dark curly hairs went down both arms. Nesha could tell that underneath that robe was the body of a rock climber or triathlon.

  “Hi Nesha, I’m Michael,” he said, outstretching his hand.

  She took it.

  He enclosed her hand with his other one. “Christopher got you warmed up, now lets clean you off.”

  Without another word, Michael removed his robe and placed it on the empty chair. He moved to stand in front of Nesha and untied her robe.

  She let out a little gasp and looked down, right at Michael's shaved groin. His cock hung, not quite erect but definitely not soft. He wasn’t as long as Christopher was, but he was thicker and uncut. His sac hung like a coin purse with a pair of heavy stones in it. He walked around her and peeled the robe off one arm, then the other, placing it on the chair on top of his. He took her by the hand and looked into her eyes.

  “Ready?” he asked, his warm smile intoxicating.

  “I’m all yours,” Nesha said.

  Michael walked her to the closest glass wall in front of them and placed his hand against it. An electronic sensor beeped and a door sized panel of glass slid to the side so they could enter. Once inside, he touched the wall again and the panel slid back into place. He touched another part of the glass wall and a steady trickle of warm water began to fall from the spouts in the ceiling.

  Nesha closed her eyes and felt the water fall onto her skin, the droplets falling fast enough that she wasn’t getting cold. She heard Michael walk to a corner of the shower and return to stand behind her, then something airy brushed against her arm. A luffa sponge. Michael gently rubbed it along her forearm and wrist, up along her shoulder and neck.

  Nesha could sense him behind her, and couldn’t ignore the natural dominant posture he had. Without realizing it, she widened her stance, spreading her legs for him. As he slid the sponge across her neck and down her other arm, she arched back to lean against his muscular chest. The sponge went down her arm and came back up to her chest, lightly scratching her across one breast then the other. She felt the tiny fibers of the sponge tug against her nipples and she pushed back against Michael a little harder, him not giving an inch. He brought the sponge down across her stomach.

  Nesha eased her lower back and ass against him, feeling his cock stir at the contact. She could feel his cock get harder as it nestled between her bountiful ass cheeks. She leaned towards his neck and softly raked her teeth against his throat. She was pleased when she felt his cock spasm. The steady trickle of water overhead was intensifying, and Nesha opened her eyes to see that the lights had gotten dimmer. She both felt and heard a low rumble go through the room. “Was that…thunder?”

  “This is our rainstorm shower. You can’t have a rainstorm without a little thunder. Just let me know if it gets too intense,” Michael said, leaning forward to kiss her neck and behind her ear. He brought the sponge down to her navel, circling there for a moment before continuing down her thigh. He took a half step back and knelt down, brushing the luffa down the front of her leg and up the backside.

  Nesha bent forward, hands on her thighs, presenting herself to Michael and his ministrations. She felt the water come down harder, hot rain running down her body in rivulets, hitting the trimmed bush above her pussy and dripping down below.

  Michael brought the luffa across her ass and down her other leg. His free hand grabbed her inner thigh at the cusp of her sex, the top of his hand lightly brushing her pussy lips. He brushed the sponge across the front of her leg, taking his time. His hand between her thighs rose a little and rubbed against her clit.

  Nesha moaned, pushing her exposed ass back against his hand. Another clap of thunder rumbled through the room, this one louder. The rainfall shower intensified, and she could feel her own juices flowing heavily to match.

  Michael stood and walked back to the corner to put the luffa away. He came back with block of soap in one hand and stood in front of Nesha.

  She felt his face come down to hers and she put her hands on his hips, pulling him into her. His cock pressed against her stomach, straining upwards against her navel. Her open mouth found his, their tongues interlocking eagerly. The block of soap danced across her body, Michael's other hand reaching down to cup and squeeze her ass. The force of his groping ground her pussy against the base of his cock and she eagerly tried to lift herself up onto it.

  Michael knelt down, running the soap up, down, and between her legs. The rain came down in a torrent. A loud clap of thunder crashed through the room, and a row of lights blinked once like a bolt of lightning.

  “You’ll let me know if it gets too intense,” Michael said, sliding the bar of soap to the corner like a hockey puck. He stood, embracing Nesha and pulling her up slightly so his erect cock rested along her pussy lips, her
clit rubbing against the smooth skin at his base.

  She bit her lip and winced, the pleasure jolting through her. Her pussy lips separated and spread out over the length of his cock, a slickness that was purely hers. Her mouth met his again, their tongues dancing. Her hands dug into his back, wanting him impossibly closer.