A Holiday Spa

Sam opened the office door to the office. Sabrina sat at her desk as always, the rock of the small design service. She looked up, with the bluest eyes God ever created and smiled.

“Sam, I wasn’t expecting a package today. Do you have a something wonderful for us?”

She smiled as she reached for the tablet to sign for the delivery.

He’d stop by here every day if he had delivery or not, just to see her smile and listen to her sweet voice. Too bad she never seemed to notice him like he noticed her.

“Just an envelope today, no great surprises,” he handed her the envelope with her name on it as she returned his tablet. “See you next time.” He turned and headed back out of the office. He stopped as he closed the door, and listened.

Sabrina opened the letter, read it and wondered, “Sarah, where is Steven at this week?”

“That bum,” she chuckled, “our beloved boss is in the Bahamas while we trudge through the quagmire of his epistle of chores for us to attend to while he’s getting a bloody tan.”

“Okay, Miss Over Dramatic, has he called with any problems?”

“Girl, you’ve been sitting there, have you heard me answer the phone for the demigod?”

Sabrina laughed, “I guess not, since you put it that way. So, I wonder what this is about?”

“Alright, I’ll bite, what’s this?”

Sabrina tossed the note over to Sarah.

Sabrina, I need you go get on the next flight. All of your arrangements are made. Car will be there to pick you up downstairs at 10. I really need your assistance. S

“Steven made arrangements?” Sarah coughed and sputtered, “I didn’t know he could wipe his butt without help.”

“Sarah, you’re awful! You know how lucky we are that work with such a dynamic and creative artist.”

“Yeah, tell me that when you’re on the airplane while I’m sitting here, alone in the office, with sixty million things to get done all by myself.”

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Sam smiled on the opposite side of the door. His plan was starting to fall into place. Sabrina would be meeting him in a few hours not that creative slime ball she worked for. He left with a glimmer of hope. She’ll notice me now. He threw the tablet onto the passenger seat of his car and drove to the airport to catch his flight to the Bahamas.

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“Well, it can’t be too much. My flight leaves in two hours, there’s no time to get home, pack and get to the airport. I bet he has me booked for return on the red eye.” Sabrina started packing her laptop and checking her purse. “I’ll still have to go home to get my passport.”

“You think he’d send for you for just a few hours? I always knew we were under paid,” Sarah sighed and shook her head. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then, and our chore list will probably be tripled. Go on, get out of here. There are stores in the Bahamas if you need anything, and phones if you need something from here.”

Sabrina caught the elevator down to the first floor. The doorman opened the front door; a black Lincoln Town car was waiting for her at the end of the red carpet.

“Ms. Holt?” The chauffer opened the back door for Sabrina. She climbed in.“Do you have any bags, ma’am?”

“No, but I have to run by my apartment before we go to the airport.”

“Ma’am, is it on the way? We’re kind of pressed for time.”

“Not really, but I don’t have my passport,” she chuckled, “or clothes, or even a toothbrush.”

“I’ll do my best. I’ll call my dispatcher and have her work her magic. That will buy you a little time. I’d hate to see you leave without your toothbrush.” He smiled and gently closed the door.

She gave him her address. Maybe I’ll have time to pack an overnight bag after all.

He turned smiling over his shoulder, “Ma’am, everything’s all worked out. You’re flying on a private jet. I guess they can’t leave without you.”

“Really, wow! I normally fly coach. I guess the flights didn’t work out the way he wanted, it must be a big design project to warrant a private jet.”

The driver pulled up to Sabrina’s apartment. She opened the door and headed up the stairs two at a time before he could get around the front end. “I’ll be right back,” she yelled as she flew through the door.

He leaned back on the front fender, crossed his arms and shook his head. Sam, you really know how to pick them.

Sabrina bolted around her apartment picking up items she knew she would need. In ten minutes she had everything she thought she’d need and headed back down to the limo.

“Man, that was quick!”

Sabrina laughed, “I think it was a record.”

The driver knew every shortcut to the private strip at the airport. He took the packet, and handed it to Sabrina when she prepared to climb the stairs to the small jet.

“Thank you,” she started to go through her purse for a tip.

“That’s not necessary, ma’am. I hope you have a safe flight. There will be a driver waiting for your arrival.”

Sabrina handed her bag to the man at the top of the stairs. He stowed it in a closet and requested that she take her seat and fasten her seat belt. Sabrina complied and immediately turned beet red when she realize that she’d handed her bags to the pilot.

The flight was uneventful. She arrived in the Bahamas and an identical Lincoln Town car was waiting for her on the landing strip. The driver welcomed her to the island.

Sabrina thoroughly enjoyed the natural beauty of the lush country side as she rode in the back seat. The limo arrived at a lavish plantation styled resort. The driver opened the door, and Sabrina wondered what Steven had called her here for. If this was the remodel site, it was going to be a massive undertaking, way more than what she’d prepared for.

She strode into the lobby to the front desk, “I’m Sabrina Holt, Steven Copeland is waiting for me. Where can I find him?”

“Yes, Ms. Holt,” the desk clerk checked her screens, and prepared the key. “Ma’am your room is ready. You have an appointment in the spa for a treatment of your choice scheduled for this afternoon, and reservations for dinner at 9 at our five star restaurant Sunset Beach. If there is anything that you need or desire, our concierge is available twenty-four hours a day.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Where's Mr. Copeland?”

“Maybe this letter will explain things.” She handed Sabrina an envelope.

She opened it and unfolded the card. Surprise, was the only word printed on the card. She looked at the clerk, who pointed behind Sabrina, with a knowing grin.

Sabrina turned, taking in the lobby. There standing by the wall of glass doors leading to the beach was Sam. Sabrina started walking toward him, with a confused look. He pulled out two dozen red roses, and beamed. He was so pleased with his plan and how it was all coming together.

“Sam, they’re beautiful, but what are you doing here?”

“I wanted to do something special for you. I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, and you’ve never even noticed me. I guess you could call this my feeble attempt to get your attention.”

“Shoot Sam, you can’t afford to do this.”

“Sabrina, my Dad owns the delivery service, and I only deliver to one place, yours. The rest of the time I’m in the office shuffling papers making sure we've got the top courier service in the city. Mom is old money, from here. She owns and runs this resort and four more across the Caribbean. I think I can handle it. Come on, I’ll show you around.” Sam stopped by the desk and introduced Sabrina to his sister, he handed her the roses.

“Nice to finally meet you, Sabrina, he’s gone on about you for months. The minute you walked through the doors, I knew it was you. Here, let me take your roses to your room and get them in water for you.”

Sam led Sabrina on a tour of the resort and its amenities ending up with his penthouse apartment. The views were astounding. Three sides of beautiful lush gardens and ocean views, Sabrina was in awe. She couldn’t believe the guy that every time he left the office she felt like she needed a cold shower brought her here. It was his, well his mom’s. Sam finished up the tour, “Well, what do you think?”

“I don’t know what to think. I think it’s beautiful. I feel like I need to pinch myself to wake up from this dream.”

Sam looked at his watch. “You have an appointment this afternoon, here take a look at the menu for the spa?” He pulled a folder off of his desk and handed her the menu.

She pondered each selection and at the end of the list was a couples’ massage package. “Why don’t we do this?” She showed him the selection she wanted, and grinned impishly at him.

He picked up the phone and made the final arrangements, “Let’s get started then. Shall we?” Sam pointed to the elevator.

Sam was on the table when Sabrina entered the room. He could tell from her expression that she was having second thoughts about taking off the fluffy robe and getting on the table. “Gina, hold the sheet up while Sabrina gets comfortable.”

While Gina complied, Sam saw the wave of relief in Sabrina’s face. He couldn’t believe she wanted to be naked in the same room with him so soon, but he certainly was glad she’d chosen this package.

“I took the liberty of ordering a hot stone massage. Is that alright with you?”

Sabrina propped her head on her hand, “Seeing as I’ve never had a massage, I guess that will be just fine.”

The hot rocks felt wonderful on Sabrina’s back. She could feel the tension leaving body. Once the professional hands started working their magic, she felt like she was floating on air.

“Sam,” she moaned, “this is wonderful.”

Sam reached for Sabrina’s hand, “I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I hope you’ll like what I have planned next.”

She looked up quizzically. “What’s next?”

“You’ll see when they finish here.”

Gina held up Sabrina’s robe. She slipped off the table and into the robe without the sheet between them. Sam enjoyed the view, she was absolutely glowing.

Sam turned with his back to Sabrina to get into his robe. He had a swimmer’s body. Sleek, and V shaped. The muscles across his shoulders and back made Sabrina’s heart pitter patter. She felt a burning desire starting to grow inside of her. Good grief, he’s gorgeous. “Hubba, hubba!”

He looked over his shoulder. “I take it you like?”

“Uh huh,” she smiled.

He walked around the table and took her hand, “Let’s go to the tubs.”

“Tubs?”

He winked, “Yep, I think you’ll like it.”

They walked together into a different room, a distinct aroma of chocolate filled the air and a bottle of champagne waited on the antique sideboard. Sam reached and opened the bottle while Sabrina checked out the room. Two sunken tubs filled with steaming liquid, smelling just like hot chocolate faced the windowed wall facing the beach, in the back corner of the room stood a huge open shower with heads too numerous to count.

“Go ahead and get in, I’ll bring you your champagne. Hey, do you want some strawberries?”

Sam watched as Sabrina let her robe fall to the floor, and slide into her tub of chocolate.

“This feels so divine.” She slid down in the tub carefully leaving her hands free of the chocolate. She looked up innocently to see Sam’s robe open and his obvious desire in the moment as he squatted down handing her a flute. She blushed and cleared her throat, “Thank you.” She took the glass from him, and watched as he placed the plate and bottle on the floor between the tubs while she sipped her champagne. He shed his robe revealing his generous erection and stepped into the tub of chocolate.

“Sam,” she rolled her head over looking dreamily at him, sighing.

“Yes?”

She started to sit up. Chocolate dripped from her pert nipples. “Sam.” She bit her lip, trying to decide if she was going to make the next move. She stood up in the tub.

She looked like a chocolate covered goddess, his manhood jerked at the sight.

Sabrina, stepped out of the tub, and walked to the edge of Sam’s tub. His hand slid up her ankle coating it in chocolate. “Yes?”
She looked toward the windows and suddenly felt very naked and vulnerable.

“It’s one way glass.” Sam saw a flash of relief as he continued to rub her leg. “And, no one is going to come in.”

Sabrina took a strawberry off of the plate. She bit into the fruit, “Mmm, this is delicious.” She offered Sam the other half. He took the fruit she fed him sucking on her finger tips.

Sabrina sat down on the edge of the tub, “Do you think there’s room in there for two?” She smiled seductively. She twisted the cap off of another strawberry, and stuck it in her mouth. She leaned forward; Sam leaned in and met her lips, bit it in half and savored the flavor with Sabrina.

“I do, come on in.” He held his hand up for her to hold as she stepped into the chocolate filled tub. She snuggled down under his arm and stroked his chest under the warm slurry. “I think this is even better, sitting here with you nestled up against me. I couldn’t have wished for more.”

Her fingers twisted his nipple. She looked up at him longingly.

He moaned, and kissed her gently once, then deepened his kiss as her lips parted welcoming him into her. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” He guided her hand through the chocolate to his throbbing erection. He gasped as she firmly took hold of him, feeling the slickness of the chocolate, and the firmness of her grip as it slid up and down his length. She felt his rod jerk in her hand when she twisted and tightened her grip near the tip. She cupped his balls in her hands gently massaging his precious package, while her tongue danced with his. Her fingers delved deeper, massaging deeply the sensitive region below his sac.

Sam’s head dropped back, gasping for air. “Sabrina, I…”

She straddled Sam, in the tub of chocolate. One hand slid over his muscular peck tweaking his nipple while the other had his cock strategically rubbing her pearl. She lightly kissed his cheeks and whispered into his ear, “I can’t wait either, I need you.”

Sam grabbed her hips, his eyes on fire with passion he’d pent up for ages, delivering packages to her office, never knowing how she felt about him. He thrust up feeling her lusciousness surrounding him. Warm and slick, his chocolate covered prick penetrated deeper as she rode him, urging him deeper and deeper. She moaned with delight when his fingers penetrated her tiny rose bud urging her on to a higher climax. Chocolate sloshed over the tub’s edge. He knew she was near, her sheath became tighter and tighter around him, her back arched, and her hardened nipples pointed skyward. He sat up and took one swollen areola into his mouth, sucking it clean. He teased the rock hard tip, nibbling on the sensitive skin, before moving over to the other breast. Sam held her snugly on his cock as she rocked on him, her pearl pressing on his pubic bone while her ass massaged his balls and his finger massaged her sensitive ass. He felt his balls tighten. He knew he was close. She pushed up on her knees, leaving only the tip of his head in her. She slammed down hard as he thrust upward. The crescendo of momentum created a tidal wave of chocolate that surged around them. He felt her shudder, contractions rippling along his shaft. “Yes, yes, again,” she screamed with passion. He willingly obliged plunging deeper, harder, and faster; he felt the knot of passion springing forward from him begging for release. He held Sabrina tightly, pressing his head to her chest. Her heart pounded, she kissed the top of his head, panting. “That was wonderful.”She loved feeling him still strong and deep within her. She gently rocked, rubbing her pearl and still massaging his balls between her cheeks.

Sam didn’t know what to say, uh huh, sounded so lame. “It was totally divine, my chocolate goddess.”

Sabrina looked at Sam and laughed, “You’re a mess, you’re covered in chocolate, head to toe.” Then she looked around the room. Chocolate was all over the floor. The plate of strawberries was ruined, and the champagne flutes were turned on their sides. “What a mess!”

Sam laughed. “That’s what the shower is for.” He looked over at the empty tub, “We could try it again,” he paused, “if you wanted to.”

Sabrina cast him a sideways glance and grinned sheepishly, “Race you to the tub.”




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