The stress of life was mounting, and a break from the grind was needed. Options were available, but the one that sounded the most enticing was visiting with a lovely woman. Not having selected one before arriving a line-up was required. The lovely ladies of Sheri's stood before me, saying their name and waiting to see who would be picked.
Violet, a simple name, yet it can hold many different images. It was her smile that led me to select her. It wasn't wooden, nor the fake customer service one, it was a small real smile. Retiring to her room to speak business came next, and we did, but it was a talk that held many tangents well off the point of money. Laughing and enjoying her company was pleasant, and a deal was struck.
The playroom, as it's billed, can lead to many different types of fun. The fun I had asked for was a naughty secretary, or that of a wayward student needing correction, it was simpler, and because of that infinitely more satisfying to me.
Her soft, yet knowledgeable hands rubbed oil into me, letting me just breath and let go of the troubles the world has been plaguing me with. We talked of simple things, as she worked, nothing about my actual problems, or tainted by the vitriolic topic that are to be found everywhere. Between the massage and the conversation I started to feel human again.
A shower, not sensual, but used to remove the excess oil followed, laughter and smiles echoed from the large walk in shower, as we took turns scrubbing the oil away.
Clean, and with time left to spare, the hot tub called to us, and we didn't resist. Sitting with Violet beside me, the hot jetted water helping remove the last remnants of stress. Long, lean legs draped over my lap, we talked as I caressed her calves.
With time dwindling, we removed ourselves from the hot tub, and Violet asked me if I would like to partake of more intimate stress relief.
Declining, I offered to return an early favor. Positioned on the table, she relaxed under my hands. I smiled when she complimented the softness of my hands, and the deftness of my touch, as I lightly stroked her lithe form.
Sadly, life called me back, and it was time to go. A few words of kindness, and thanks were exchanged, and with one last hug, we parted.
Will our paths cross again in the future? I don't know, but I can tell you this. Violet knows how to help a man, worn down by the world relax, and reenergize him to deal with the stress that life brings.
Maybe if we do meet again, I'll accept her offer, to revel in a more intimate touch.