Downshire Diary – (92) Alison and the Massage Guy (Part 02)
After the first time they met at the swimming pool and met there regularly for two weeks until they finally progressed to an actual date which was only the first of many.
For Alison’s 20th birthday Eric took her to the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and she was in paradise, there were so many ways for someone with OCD to get clean.
Equally as their relationship had progressed there were also many places for them to get dirty and for three days there was a lot of both.
But that long weekend break to celebrate her birthday was in fact quite momentous because in between the treatments and intimacies their relationship had turned to true love, and because of that they became regular guests at the Spa.
Most of their time was spent in the water in some shape or form or in the steam rooms or their room but one afternoon as he exited the pool Eric said
“Do you want a massage?”
“Oh no” she replied vehemently not wanting someone else’s hands on her
“Are you sure?” Eric said
“Definitely” she said “I’d like a sauna though”
“Ok” he replied
“I could do it” Eric said as they sat in the sauna
“Do what darling?”
“A massage” he replied
“I can do it if you like”
“Ok” she agreed
“Lie down on the bed while I warm the oil” Eric instructed and as he watched Alison she let the towel fall from her shoulders and kicked it aside once it hit the floor and then she slipped her costume off her shoulders.
Alison completed her undress and climbed onto the bed and lay face down on the towel Eric had prepared and as soon as she was settled Eric applied the oil and began to rub it into her soft skin
“That feels nice” she said
“Only nice?” he asked
“I was hoping my wife to be would think it was better than nice” Eric said
“Hmmm, it does feel nice” she responded as he applied more pressure
“Hang on, what did you say?”
“I said that the hot oil and my light touch should be better than nice”
“No you said “my wife to be”“ Alison said and raised herself up on one elbow and looked around at him
“Did I?” Eric asked “I don’t remember that”
“You did, you did” she exclaimed and rolled onto her back
“Ok” he confessed “I did, so what do you think?”
“Well you haven’t asked me anything yet” she said coyly
“Oh it’s like that is it” he said “Will you marry me?”
“I’ll think about it” she replied and rolled back onto her stomach
“Really? Well you can think about this while you’re at it” he retorted and began to tickle her mercilessly
“Ok, ok, I’ll marry you” she squealed and he rolled her onto her back and kissed her.