As a busy healthcare worker, I pretty much never have time off. So when I found myself with an entire day with no work or errands to run, I immediately texted my boyfriend, Max.

*What should I do today?*

*Hmm... Spa day?*

*The one up by your office?*

*I don't know another one. ;)*

I smiled. There was a high-end day spa right next to his office, and I hadn't been in several months. It had also been a little while since we'd been able to see each other, and I was definitely missing him. His laugh, his handsome face, his tongue between my thighs... Pretty much everything about him. I figured that I could walk over to his office after my appointment and see him for a bit, maybe sneak a few kisses in a quiet corner.

Luckily, they had same-day openings, so I booked one of their longer experiences. I got in my car and called him immediately, telling him all the details of the service I picked out.

"So it's a full body brush exfoliation and then a hot stone massage. After that, a scalp massage and a foot scrub. It's like two hours, and I need it so bad!"

"Yeah you do, you little minx. Would you like me to come over before or after? I can meet you in the relaxation room."

I pulled into the parking lot and replied, "I'd rather see you after. I don't have much time before."

"Okay. Hey, I see you pulling in. Parking. Ope, backing up. Now forward again. You're not very good at this, are you?"

I laughed. "That's not fair. I can't see you!"

He chuckled. "Have a good massage, Kitten. Write me when you're done."

It seems funny to be writing a story called "Spa Day" and barely mention the massage, but trust me, that's the least important part. Don't get me wrong. Patrick did a great job. But that's not really why I felt compelled to jot this down.

Two hours later, I tied my robe over my naked, very relaxed body and walked into the calming lounge. I helped myself to a cold glass of water and laid on one of the large chaise chairs at the far end of the long room. It was right next to a smaller, unoccupied room full of chairs and marked "Reserved."

*That was great.* I typed a quick text to my boyfriend.

*Let me know when you'd like a cuddle.*

*I'm on the chaise now. :)*

It wasn't even five minutes before Max strolled into the lounge and directly over to me. He sat down, and I immediately snuggled into him, my head on his chest. I could feel his heart beating against my cheek.

"Hi," he said simply as I melted into him.

"Hi back at you," I said softly, inhaling his perfect, spicy scent. I laced my fingers into his, and we lay there for a bit, just relaxing and enjoying each other's company. It's so rare to have someone in your life who can calm your brain and inflame your loins at the same time.

"So, what are you wearing under this thing?" he asked, with mischief dancing in his eyes. He pulled at the top of my plush robe, exposing the curve of my full breasts to his vantage point. I blushed and looked around, but we were quite alone. I guess early Monday afternoons aren't terribly popular at the spa.

"Oooh, I like this," he said as he slid his hand over my soft, pale skin. "Mm, you're so warm."

His fingers found my nipple and he teased it gently. I scooched a bit higher, nuzzling by his ear. "Harder," I whispered. He complied, pinching my nipple firmly. I kissed his neck and nibbled his earlobe. "Mmm, harder..." I purred.

Max's lips twitched into a bemused smile as he did as I asked. I gasped lightly and slid my thigh up his, snuggling closer. He moved his leg between mine, rubbing my lightly-haired pussy onto the fabric of his black work slacks. "Careful," I cooed, "you might get something on your pants." He laughed and tugged at the tie of my robe, allowing him to look under the fabric and down the full length of my naked body. He took in my soft curves and the flowery tattoo on my thigh like a man with a deep hunger.

"Fuck, you're sexy. What was I thinking coming over here with you naked like this?"

"Probably the same thing I'm thinking right now," I replied with a smile. I reached down and squeezed his hard cock through his pants. He moaned softly and murmured some words of caution that I was being quite naughty.

"No," I teased, biting my lip, "this would be naughty." I grabbed his hand and lifted my thigh, allowing his finger to slip between my plump pussy lips.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he said before kissing me again, hard on the lips, while sliding his finger into my tight pussy. The room seemed to melt away just then, and it was just the two of us, our tongues dancing together and his middle finger deep inside my dripping wet cunt. See, Max never ceases to be amazed at just how wet I get. He once told me it was unlike any other woman he'd been with. Of course, that just turned me on even more.

He slipped his finger out of me and into his mouth, relishing the taste. "Fuck, you taste amazing," he said, and I kissed his neck again, up to his jawline and toward his mouth. He ran his hand into my hair and grabbed it, kissing me deeply, possessively.

Suddenly, he broke our kiss and slipped to the floor and onto his knees by the chaise. He covered my lap with a light blanket and dove immediately onto my pussy, licking it and sucking on the lips. He let out a soft "mmm" as though he'd never tasted anything better. I tried to keep a straight face, but it had been far too long since his mouth was on my pussy, and I wasn't about to stop him.

I bit my lip and arched my back, moving my hips slowly against his mouth. "Can't we just sneak into your back seat real quick? We haven't fucked in your new truck; we could break it in."

The absolute truth was that I needed him inside me. I can't help myself around him; he drives me completely wild, feral, dizzy with lust and need. Max is one of those men who is effortlessly sexy. With bright hazel-brown eyes and a bit of silver in his dark brown hair, he's the type of man that draws the eye. His broad shoulders and strong legs look just as stunning in an Armani suit as they do in shorts and a t-shirt. Somehow he always pulls it off, and all I could think of right then was pulling it all off of him.

He licked his lips and laughed at my question. "No, Kitten, we really can't..." I could tell by the tone in his voice that he was unsure, that maybe he needed me just as badly as I needed him. His eyes darted around the relaxation room, looking for anyone who might be watching. He stood up, and his cock made an obscene tent in his pants. I looked up at him, desire in my eyes. "Get up, and come here," he said simply, turning and walking into the empty "Reserved" room.

I pulled my robe together and followed quickly. The room was long with a variety of different chairs along one wall and windows along the other. Max pulled a few of the curtains down, allowing us a bit more privacy.

"Turn around and kneel on the chair." His voice was lower than usual, and the words were more a command than a request. The sensible part of me, the one that might otherwise object to what we were about to do in a public place, was quiet. I did as he said, placing one knee up on the chair. I heard the whoosh of his shirt being untucked followed by the jingle of his belt buckle and the unzipping of his fly. I swallowed hard.

"No, Kitten. Both knees."

I knelt fully on the seat of the chair and he lifted my robe over my shapely, ivory ass. I shifted myself into position and he drove his thick, rock-hard cock up and inside me. I gasped, trying to keep quiet as he pushed in and out, his fingers digging into my hips. This was no sweet lovemaking. This was animalistic desire, lust, hunger made flesh. I held onto the back of the chair, using it as leverage to rock my hips back and drive him deeper and deeper inside me. I wanted to cry out, to moan his name and make all the noise he elicits from me, but I had to stay quiet. His grunts and moans drove me absolutely crazy.

"I never last long in this perfect pussy," he moaned, as though we had the luxury of time at this moment.

"Fuck.... You feel so good," I said softly, meeting his thrusts with my hips. I could feel my nipples harden as he plunged deeper, faster inside me. His moan became rough, throaty, and he pushed deep inside me one more time, emptying every drop of cum. He fucked me a bit longer, until his cock softened a bit and then pulled out of my messy cunt.

I fought to catch my breath and fixed my robe. My eyes met his and we laughed. "I can't believe we just did that," I said.

"I know," he agreed. Then added, "next time let's get a couples' massage and fuck in there."

I kissed him softly, lovingly.

"I can't wait."