I plonked down my bag and stared at my reflection as I began to undress. First, I slipped off my Birkenstocks, quickly followed by my jogging pants. I did my usual trick of teasing myself, getting all hot and bothered in unfamiliar surroundings. I slipped down the simple, black, lycra thong I was wearing and stood there, admiring my new bikini wax – I had opted for a ‘Brazilian’ this time – and actually allowed myself to part my thighs and test the wetness with my fingertips. I thought about ‘Michael’ surprising me and catching me teasing my cunt in his mirror and slipped two fingers deep inside of myself. It was bliss…it was ecstasy to play with my hot little pussy right there, right then, so close to being caught and I tossed my head as my naughty fingers slipped in and out. I brought myself back down to earth with a shuddering exhalation and laughed at my foolishness, imagining being caught by a blind man indeed! Not knowing what to do with them, I quickly licked my sticky fingers clean, tasting my fresh juices and giggling at my cheek.

Just then there was a knock at the door and I reflexively pulled the towel around my waist. It was a pretty small towel, all things considered, but as I still had my top on – and the fact that my masseur couldn’t see a fucking thing of course – I shouted, “Come on in.”

The door opened and in he stepped. I understood immediately why the receptionist had a little thing for him. He was pretty damn handsome, I must say. About 28 I would have guessed. He had short blondish hair; you know the sort, the ‘surfer dude’ look, sun bleached and somewhat disheveled. He had a good, strong jaw line, which was flecked with golden, blonde stubble – the naughty boy hadn’t shaved today, but looked all the better for it. His face was tanned a natural, healthy brown. His mouth was wide and his lips were quite full, but rather chapped from what I would guess to be too long spent outdoors. As he stepped towards me he smiled, displaying two rows of beautifully white teeth. Most noticeable of all however were his dark glasses. I always imagined blind people wearing those big, heavy, plastic affairs, but Michael was wearing very cool, wayfarer style shades, which were very much back in fashion. Why the hell not? I chastised myself. He has as much right to be fashion conscious as the rest of us.

Michael was a very handsome man and I seriously started to plan my seduction. A plan that would fly out of the window some 45 minutes later.

He extended a hand and I took it, cheekily aware that my fingers were still a little moist from my fun. He had a wonderful handshake and I knew I was gonna have a great time, it was strong, the skin a little dry, but soft with it and his palms exuded a kind of warm power.

I felt a bit weird stood there with nothing but a towel wrapped around my waist and my black, cotton camisole, but you know me, I couldn’t help getting a little more turned on by my near nakedness. I was actually contemplating how to make the towel ‘accidentally’ fall away when, once more, I had to remind myself that Michael