The massage chair at the fitness center kneaded Mary’s stressed body. The rollers went up to her shoulders and lower back. She was on the verge of an ethereal state. Then two women woke her up.
“This is the whirlpool I told you about. You’ll love it, you’ll love it, you’ll love it.”
The whirlpool room and the massage chair were separated by a thin wall and there was an open ceiling, so the women’s voices could be heard clearly.
“It’s so good, isn’t it?”
“You’ll be glad it’s only ten minutes. Imagine walking past the young guys at the front desk with wobbly knees and wet pants. They’d know something was up. There’s no weightlifting equipment here.”
“They’re young enough to know anything, but it still saves me from awkward moments. I have enough in my daily life.”
The two women laughed softly.
From the tone of their voices, Mary knew these women were not innocent teenagers, nor were they arrogant twentysomethings. Their voices were rich and informed. They certainly hadn’t thought about using the whirlpool for any particular pleasure. They were intent on getting that pleasure.
“Lie back. I’ll just turn it on. Let me get over you for a second. Hey! Take your hands off for a moment. That’ll be later.”
“I’ll try to wait.”
The two ladies giggled. In fact, Mary did too. This voyeurism was quite interesting.
“I like this thing at its best. No build-up. I want it straight and hard right away. Let me press this button here and…”
The sudden roar of the powerful jets sounded harsh, angry, to Mary. It reminded her of the harsh spray at a car wash.
“The jets start at my ankles and go up to my neck,” the lady said.
“I feel good already.”
The woman let out a soft murmur.
“The spray moves my thighs and… oh, wow!” Her voice changed as if she had touched a flame.
“See what I mean?” Her friend laughed.
“God, that feels good. Now my ass is even more agitated.”
“Let it blow your body a few times.”
“This feels good on my back.”
“Another time down and then we’ll aim the planes in just the right place.”
“Mmm… whatever.” The woman’s voice trembled as the hydroelectric plant slammed into her back.
“My shoulders need this. It’s enough without anything else. So beautiful everywhere. Relaxation. But I don’t like that it reminds me of my restless body.”
“Oh, forget it. You worry too much. You look great.”
For my age, maybe.”
Then Mary didn’t hear them speak for a moment. She hoped they hadn’t lowered their voices to mere whispers when the joy had arrived.
Sitting on the edge of her massage chair, Mary imagined a woman in a workout outfit. Ankle socks, designer shoes. Her visualization looked like she might be wearing pink, possibly purple. The other woman wasn’t your typical friend you meet at the gym for sweaty workouts three times a week. These ladies knew each other well and had gone to secret places together. They were probably in their thirties or forties. They considered the guys at the front desk young and ignorant of women’s true needs. If these two had been teenagers or even twenty-somethings, the guys at the front desk wouldn’t have been canceled so quickly.
Their voices echoed again.
“The planes are at your ankles now.”
“Then roll over onto your stomach.”
There was a scraping shift and a repositioning on the bed.
“Here she comes. She’s at my thighs.”
“Tell me when to stop.”
Take a break... now. Yes, right there.” The words flowed out of her.
Mary heard a light clapping of hands, probably from the woman watching, happy that her friend was pleased with them.
The woman lying down was certainly enjoying herself.
“This thing is... wow! I didn’t expect it... Mmm.”
“It works.”
“Yes, yes... that’s it... it is.”
Mary was stunned. She was a few feet away from two women sharing an intimate experience.
She realized that her saliva was dripping and her heart was pounding. Mary’s massage chair had lost its usefulness. It was now just an overused recliner with uncomfortable metal balls. Her body craved a different kind of kneading.
Mary didn’t have a chance to think any further. She was startled by two light taps on the bed, followed by a guttural groan.
“Control yourself or someone will listen to you. These walls are thin.”
“I can’t help it. The planes hit—oh, wow—just where…”
Another long, guttural groan followed.
“That place hasn’t been found in a while?”
“Not like… Wow.”
“We all need it.”
Mary nodded in agreement.
“How much is a membership… to this gym?”
“No kidding. Enjoy the planes.”
Mary enjoyed their interaction. They were so open with each other. Yet, they might not have been, knowing she was listening.
Mary craned her neck after it had been frozen in place since she first heard these women. She moved her hands strategically over her body. Over her chest and down to the waistband of her pants. His hands stopped because the woman receiving the hydromassage squeaked.
“What are you doing? No.”
“Lift your hips.”
Lift your hips.”
“I’m…”
“Get up. Let’s get this straight.”
“Okay, okay. But you just want to see me lying down.”
“Lying down and naked, yes.”
The movement sounded like he was tearing off the bedspread. Then there was the soft touch of a bare hand on a bare bottom.
Mary was blushing. Her hands slid into her pants. She wanted to find out who these ladies were. In a moment, it would get easier.
“Jeannie! Did you bring this?”
“You like to do doubles. I know that, so I brought some extra.”
Mary’s mouth fell open. Jeannine, the instigator of this secluded pastime, had brought toys to go along with the hot tub.
Mary pictured Jeannine. A golden blonde with a small chest and enough confidence to be crazy about sex, like carrying toys to the gym and who knew where else. Or Jeannine could be a heavy woman who has recently gained some self-confidence since she started working out for the first time in her life.
"Hey, hey. Warm up your hands before you touch me."
"You got a new one?"
"New. A Soraya Wave, a rabbit vibrator. I think you'll like it. Yes. Is it hot enough?"
"Oh my God! Put it on slower."
"Open your legs wide then."
Mary heard the low moan. And the moans continued in rhythm.
Mary made a mental note of this Val Soraya.
Mary felt her fitness bra pinch her nipples. She massaged them over the tight material. A soft squeak slipped from her mouth as her excitement grew. The whole scenario, unexpectedly, was intoxicating.
“Let me take it out. I’ll give you this.”
“What are you… How many did you bring?”
“I’m not letting you all have fun. So you just focus on yourself. I need a little special time too.”
Both women were leaving together. They were intent on reaching a climax in no time.
Soon, more moans spread over the wall towards Mary.
“Wow, Leah, you look so good now. I’ve always liked your nice ass.”
The only response was a long, low moan.
"So good. I can't..."
The moan turned into faster sobs and ended in a strained hiss. Then there was a pause.
"That was... amazing."
Mary heard a steady rocking, perhaps the creak of a flimsy chair being manipulated by a woman playing. Was Jeanine using Dr. Dong?
"Damn it, honey. No one's looking but me. We're the only ones here. Show me what you can do."
Mary slid her hand deeper into her wet pussy. Soon she was encouraging Jeannine too.
"Keep talking. I'm with you."
She wished her two fingers were one of the ladies' toys, or even their fingers.
The voices faded. Mary heard a heavy breath and another hiss of pleasure.
Unexpectedly, Mary heard a knock on her room door.
"Madam, are you still using the massage chair? If not, I have another client waiting."
She had to swallow her pleasure so she could speak normally through the thin door.
"Sure. How long until the whirlpool is available?"
WHIRLPOOL - AN EROTIC AUDIO STORY
The massage chair at the fitness center kneaded Mary's stressed body. The rollers went up to her shoulders and lower back. She was on the verge of an ethereal state. Then two women woke her up.
“This is the hot tub I told you about. You’ll love it, you’ll love it, you’ll love it.”
The hot tub and the massage chair were separated by a thin wall and there was an open ceiling, so the women’s voices could be heard clearly.
“It’s so good, isn’t it?”
“You’ll be glad it’s only ten minutes. Imagine walking past the young guys at the front desk with wobbly knees and wet pants. They’d know something was up. There’s no weightlifting equipment here.”
“They’re young enough to know anything, but they still save me from awkward moments. I have enough in my daily life.”
The two women laughed softly.
By the tone of their voices, Mary knew that these women were not innocent teenagers, nor were they arrogant twenty-somethings. Their voices were rich and informed. They certainly hadn’t considered using the jets for any particular pleasure. They were intent on getting that pleasure.
“Lie back. I’ll just turn it on. Let me get over you for a second. Hey! Take your hands off for a moment. That’ll be later.”
“I’ll try to wait.”
The two ladies giggled. In fact, Mary did too. This voyeurism was quite interesting.
“I like this thing at its highest power. No build-up. I want it straight and hard right away. Let me press this button here and…”
The sudden roar of the powerful jets sounded harsh, angry, to Mary. It reminded her of the harsh spray from a car wash.
“The jets start at your ankles and go up to your neck,” the lady said.
“I feel good already.”
The woman let out a soft murmur.
“The spray moves my thighs and… oh, wow!” Her voice changed as if she had touched a flame.
“See what I mean?” Her friend laughed.
“God, that feels good. Now my ass is even more agitated.”
“Let it blow your body a few times.”
“That feels good on my back.”
“One more time down and then we’ll aim the planes in exactly the right place.”
Mmm... whatever.” The woman’s voice trembled as the hydropower plant slammed into her back.
“My shoulders need this. It’s enough without anything else. So beautiful everywhere. Relaxation. But I don’t like that it reminds me of my restless body.”
“Oh, forget it. You worry too much. You look great.”
“For my age, maybe.”
Then Mary didn’t hear them speak for a moment. She hoped they hadn’t lowered their voices to mere whispers when the joy had arrived.
Sitting on the edge of her massage chair, Mary imagined a woman in a fitness outfit. Ankle socks, designer shoes. Her visualization looked like she was wearing pink, possibly purple. The other woman wasn’t your typical friend you meet at the gym for sweaty workouts three times a week. These ladies knew each other well and had gone to secret places together. They were probably in their thirties or forties. They considered the guys at the desk young and ignorant of women’s true needs. If these two had been teenagers or even twenty-somethings, the guys at the desk wouldn’t have been canceled so quickly.
Their voices echoed again.
“The planes are at your ankles now.”
“Then roll over onto your stomach.”
There was a scratching shift and a repositioning on the bed.
“Here it comes. It’s at my thighs.”
“Tell me when to stop.”
“Pause… now. Yes, right there.” The words flowed out of her.
Mary heard a light clapping of hands, probably by the woman watching, glad that her friend was pleased with them.
The woman lying down was certainly enjoying herself.
“This thing is… wow! I didn’t expect it… Mmm.”
“It works.”
Yes, yes… it is…”
Mary was stunned. She was a few feet away from two women sharing an intimate experience.
She realized that her saliva was dripping and her heart was pounding. Mary’s massage chair had lost its usefulness. It was now just an overused recliner with uncomfortable metal balls. Her body craved a different kind of kneading.
Mary didn’t have a chance to think any further. She was startled by two light taps on the bed, followed by a guttural groan.
“Control yourself or someone will hear you. These walls are thin.”
“I can’t help it. The planes hit—oh, wow—exactly where—”
Another long guttural groan followed.
“That place hasn’t been found in a while?”
“Not like… Wow.”
We all need it.”
Mary nodded in agreement.
“How much is a membership… to this gym?”
“No kidding. Enjoy the planes.”
Mary enjoyed their interaction. They were so open with each other. Yet, she might not have been, knowing she was listening.
Mary craned her neck after it had been frozen in place since she first heard these women. She moved her hands strategically over her body. Over her chest and down to the waistband of her pants. Her hands stopped because the woman receiving the massage squeaked.
“What are you doing? No.”
“Lift your hips.”
“I’m…”
“Stand up. Let’s get this as straight as possible.”
“Okay, okay. But you just want to see me lying down.”
“In bed and naked, yes.”
The movement sounded like he was tearing the bedspread. Then there was the soft touch of a bare hand on a bare bottom.
Mary was blushing. Her hands slid into her pants. She wanted to find out who these ladies were. In a moment, it would get easier.
“Jeannie! Did you bring this?”
“You like to do doubles. I know that, so I brought some extra.”
Mary’s mouth dropped open. Jeannine, the instigator of this secluded pastime, had brought toys to go along with the hot tub.
Mary pictured Jeannine. A golden blonde with a small chest and enough confidence to be crazy about sex, like transporting toys to the gym and who knew where else. Or Jeannine might be a heavy woman who has recently gained some confidence since she started working out for the first time in her life.
“Hey, hey. Warm up your hands before you touch me.”
“You got a new one?”
“New. A Soraya Wave, a rabbit vibrator. I think you’ll like it. Yes. Is it hot enough?”
“Oh my God! Put it on slower.”
“Open your legs wide then.”
Mary heard the low moan. And the moans continued in rhythm.
Mary made a mental note of this Soraya Wave.
Mary felt her fitness bra pinch her nipples. She massaged them over the tight material. A soft squeak slipped from her mouth as her excitement grew. The whole scenario, unexpectedly, was intoxicating.
“Let me take it out. I’ll give you this.”
"What are you... How many did you bring?"
"I'm not letting you all have fun. So you just focus on yourself. I need some special time too."
Both women were leaving together. They were intent on reaching climax in no time.
Soon, more moans spread over the wall towards Mary.
"Wow, Leah, you look so good now. I've always liked your nice ass."
The only response was a long, low moan.
"So good. I can't..."
The moaning turned into faster moans and ended with a strained hiss. Then there was a pause.
"That was... amazing."
Mary heard a steady rocking, perhaps the creak of a flimsy chair being manipulated by a woman playing. Was Jeanine using Dr. Dong?
"Damn, honey. No one's looking but me. We're the only ones here. Show me what you can do."
Mary slid her hand deeper into her wet pussy. Soon she was encouraging Jeannine, too.
"Keep talking. I'm with you."
She wished her two fingers were one of the ladies' toys, or even their fingers.
The voices faded. Mary heard a heavy breath and another hiss of pleasure.
Unexpectedly, Mary heard a knock on her room door.
"Madam, are you still using the massage chair? If not, I have another client waiting."
He had to swallow his pleasure so he could speak normally through the thin door.
"Sure. How long until the hot tub is available?"