I was about halfway through the first week of my holiday. It had been a day since the incredible evening I spent with Ray and Janine, the couple I met around the pool who turned out to be part of the 'Lifestyle', and they had been great at just acting like it never happened, to ease any potential discomfort or awkwardness I might feel seeing them around the pool.

I did feel though, after four days of just lazing and drinking by the pool, that I needed to get out of the hotel and do something active. I spent the day going for a hike to the Tajo Negro trail, a tough one, but the views were worth the effort. The following morning, I rented some golf clubs and played a round of golf at The Marbella Golf Country Club. I wished I hadn't! Not only did I play dreadfully and lose twenty euros to the guy I was paired with, quite convincingly, but my neck and shoulders were in absolute agony when I returned. I had not been out on the course in a long time, and I have quite a sedentary job back home, so my fitness level and the way my body responded to excessive effort were not quite what they should be!

I remembered that the hotel had a very nice spa and had all the wellness facilities to soothe my muscles, and also had massage treatments available. I made enquiries for a deep tissue sports massage, and they had an appointment that late afternoon. I went down to the spa shortly before my appointment and was greeted by the receptionist, and filled out the relevant forms, whilst being offered herbal tea and taking in the scent of lavender in the air. I was introduced to my therapist, a pretty little Spanish girl in her early twenties, called Patricia. I was led to the treatment room, and Patricia advised that I strip down and get under the sheet on the table, facing down with my face in the hole.

"Err, how far should I strip down?" I enquired, unsure of the etiquette and protocol in Spain. I knew in the UK, generally, you retain your underwear or swimwear, but I had also been to countries where nudity was expected.

Patricia sensed my uncertainty and, in her broken English, said, "If you want, you wear underpants. Or no clothes is err, okay also." She gestured toward the table. "And then you get on the table. I will go for 5 minutes so you can change, and I will come back."

She left the room, and I decided that I would go naked, as I had used the wellness facilities before I had gone to the treatment area, and my swim shorts were still damp from the hydro pool and hammam steam room. I shed them and placed them on the nearby seat, got onto the table, and made myself comfortable under the provided sheet. Patricia returned and got to work. For such a petite young woman, her hands were firm in her Sports Massage, and she did a tremendous job, working out the knots and kinks in my back and shoulders. The hour flew by, and I felt tremendous afterwards. I thanked her, and she smiled at me again, saying that she could tell I was tense and that I must have needed it. She left the room, and I got back into my shorts and robe and made my way out of the treatment room. I decided to spend some time in the jacuzzi, as my body was a bit tender after the deep tissue massage I had just had, and I sat in the hot tub and let the bubbles and jets soothe me. I thought of Patricia and marvelled at her skill, how such a pretty and petite little thing had so much strength and such a firm touch. Whilst it had done me good, it was not necessarily how I wanted to be touched by such a lovely young señorita.

I got out of the tub and dried off, and returned to the locker room to get dressed. On my way out, I stopped by the spa front desk and enquired about another treatment for tomorrow lunchtime. This time, a more relaxing aromatherapy one, rather than the deep tissue battering I had taken. I also asked if Patricia was available to perform it. They checked her schedule and confirmed that she was, and booked it for midday the next day. I know she was a professional doing a job, but I was looking forward to having her touch me a bit more sensuously tomorrow, rather than trying to separate my head from my shoulders like she did today!

The following day, I headed down to the spa and took my seat, waiting for Patricia. She arrived in the lobby to greet me. I was unsure if her blue work tunic was tighter today and her skirt shorter today than yesterday, or if I was just imagining that! She smiled that pretty smile of hers. "Hola, Señor! Back again?"

I nodded and smiled back. "Yes, I thought after yesterday's treatment, you did a great job with my aches, but this time, something less... intense?" I asked.

"Ahh, Sí. More… how we say? Relax?" she checked. I nodded in agreement, and she led me to her treatment room. "You remember, I will leave you to change and be back soon," she reminded.

She left the room, and I stripped down and placed my clothes on the chair. I removed my underwear, not having the same excuse as I did yesterday, but just because I wanted to. I got under the sheet on the table and awaited her return. I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Señor? Are you ready? " I can come in now?" she asked. I called her through and was aware of her getting things ready. I could smell oils and hear a bottle of stuff being prepared as she covered her hands in something. She got to work. Her touch was soft and wonderful, such a contrast from yesterday, and I drifted into it as she swept her hands over my back and shoulders.

As she covered my body with sweeping touches, I let out a slight moan, quickly having to try to make it sound closer to a moan of appreciation, rather than the sexual arousal-sounding moan that it initially sounded like. Patricia stopped briefly. "Esta bien, Señor? Is okay?" she asked.

I cleared my throat. "Oh, err, yes, it's very nice, thank you." She continued with her work. I could hear the swishing on the wooden floor, and I was getting glimpses through the hole in the massage table that Patricia had kicked off her black ballet flats that she had been wearing and was now barefoot, and her toes were very pretty. I had a good view of them as she stood at the top of the table near my head, massaging my shoulders gently.

"Señor, you turn over now to your back," she informed me, and she held up the sheet to shield her view, as I manoeuvred myself round and onto my back. I was very consciously aware that there was likely a noticeable bulge around my crotch, and the sheet was a very thin material that would have done nothing to hide it. She worked her hands softly along my legs, starting at my feet, working up my calves, and her fingers pressed into my thighs, just below where the sheet covered. It felt divine.

I was frantically trying to tell my brain to send a message to my cock, to keep still and not move or do anything that could get me thrown out of there. But as her soft hands brushed my thighs even more, it was no use. My erection grew, and she noticed the bulge beginning to tent the sheet. She stopped what she was doing, and I opened my eyes slightly and saw her looking at the bulge in my crotch.

"Señor, you booked for err, all over massage? All body?" She asked. I grunted in agreement. "You have much tension still, that I missed yesterday." She reached and began to peel back the sheet, causing my now rock-hard cock to spring upright. Her eyes lit up as she saw it. She took it softly in her hands, making me gasp again, and she slowly ran her hand along the length of it, twisting gently as she stroked upwards. She cupped my balls with her other hand, rolling them in her palms.

I tried to control my breathing as I was starting to hyperventilate, as she expertly stroked my cock. But then she leaned in, spotting some pre cum dripping from the tip. She parted her lips and took my cock in her pretty little mouth, taking almost the full length to the back of her throat, before running her lips back up the shaft, and softly back down again. I moaned quietly as she quickened her pace, sucking hard on the head of my cock, whilst she wanked the shaft of it in deliberate and firm pulls. She sensed I was close and kept the head of me in her mouth, as I cried out and came hard in her mouth, shooting ropes of warm cum to the back of her throat. Patricia moaned and hummed as it spurted in, and I could feel and see her gulping it down. She pulled away from my cock, and patted my hip. "All better now? It feels better?" she asked.

"Much better, thank you," I said, trying to catch my breath. She stood close to the table still. I looked at her and tentatively reached out my hand from the edge of the table to touch her hip. She guided my hand down to the softness of her olive-skinned thigh. I ran my fingers over her beautifully smooth skin, and she stood on her toes to afford me easier access. I drifted my fingers under her skirt and found the lace of her panties. She could tell I was having trouble with them from my position, and she wriggled out of them, letting them slide down her legs, and she kicked them across the floor. I found her pussy, which was soaking wet, and I felt her juices on her lips already. She parted her legs instinctively, and I plunged two fingers into her and curled them to pump her pussy, whilst my thumb circled her clit.

"Oh! Oh, sí!" she moaned as I explored her wet cunt with my fingers. She clenched hard against my touch, and I could feel fluid dripping out of her and down her thighs as she squirmed, her toes curling as her black hair fell loose in front of her face as she came close to her peak. "Ay Dios! Oh, sí! There! Right there!" she cried as her climax hit her and she orgasmed noisily, gushing over my hand and onto the floor.

The sight and sounds of Patricia orgasming so intensely had me rock hard again, which she noticed. "Ah, ready again?" she asked. I looked her in the eye and nodded. Without hesitation, knowing it would take the weight, she climbed up onto the table, putting a knee on either side of me. She hiked her skirt up, bunching it and her tunic at her waist, straddling wide above me. She reached down and with her hand, guided my cock inside herself and slid down on to me, my cock burying in her tight pussy. I took hold of her hips and guided her rhythm as she rode and bounced on my cock, panting and saying things that my limited Spanish didn't understand. She leaned down towards me, her hair flowing in my face. I reached around and grabbed hold of her ass, whilst I thrust upwards inside her, until she cried out and came again. "Oh! Oh Sí! Sí! Sí!"

That tipped me over the edge as well, and I emptied another load deep inside her, coating her walls with spunk, which dripped out of her a bit as she climbed off me, her legs still shaking as she began to try to get down off the table.

We didn't have time to gather ourselves when we heard the door to the treatment room open. Lost in our tryst, I had gone well beyond my allotted hour time slot. The door opened, and one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen stood in the doorway. A Spanish woman in her late 30s, in a crisp white blouse, tucked into a tight pencil skirt and sheer black stockings. Patricia's manager, the spa owner, Mariana, had come to see what the holdup was. She froze for a split second, taking in the scene: Patricia climbing down from the table, her juices and my semen dribbling down her and puddling on the floor, and a client lying naked on the table having just been ridden by one of her staff.

"Patricia! ¿Qué cono estás haciendo?" She snapped at Patricia.

Patricia scrambled down off the table. "Mariana, lo siento… el… se puso tan duro; no pude evitarlo!" Patricia stammered, her face blushing.

Mariana strode over to the table, the heels of her shoes clicking on the floor. She took Patricia by the arm. "Unprofessional Puta! This is my spa, you fuck clients on my tables, on my time when I pay you!" She looked around, and a slight smirk seemed to be forming, as if she was appraising the mess that we had made. "Bend over now!" she commanded Patricia, who did as she was told. "You treat my business like a brothel for whores, that is how I will treat you," Mariana said, as I stayed frozen where I was, unsure if she was only angry at Patricia or if I was about to have the police called on me. Mariana didn't hesitate and pressed one hand between Patricia's shoulder blades, pushing her down onto the table, and with her other hand pushed two fingers into Patricia's still dripping and swollen pussy, feeling my load still in there, making it squelch as she pumped her fingers into Patricia.

Patricia gasped, her legs shaking, but pushed back instinctively onto Mariana's hand as she pumped her fingers into her. "Oh Mierda... Mariana, por favor! Oh!” she moaned, desperation mixed with pleasure as Mariana really worked on her. I was watching wide-eyed, still not sure what to do, whether I should move? Should I leave? Should I join in?

Mariana pumped harder. "You will cum again, bitch, is what you want, sí? Being so bad in my spa!" she growled as Patricia gripped the edge of the table and screamed out loud, as Mariana caused an orgasm to crash over her. She looked at me and saw the stunned, but hungry expression on my face and my cock stiffening again from watching what was happening. "Come down from the table, fuck her again," she commanded. I wanted to, and I didn't feel I would be able to object even if I didn't want to. I climbed down and stood behind Patricia, still bending over the table. I pushed my cock into her again and fucked her as I held her hips.

Mariana watched and encouraged me in my work. She crouched close to me, her skirt riding up to show her stocking tops, and she pulled my cock free from Patricia's soaking pussy and sucked the juices from it, and ran her mouth along the length, and placed me back in Patricia. She did this several times. I stroked my cock in Patricia frantically, gasping and moaning as I did. "Oh Fuck! I'm gonna cum again!" I cried out.

"Oh por favor! Por favor! I want it!" Patricia panted, but Mariana pulled me free from Patricia, leaving Patricia whining at the loss.

"No! This load is mine!" Mariana said firmly, taking my cock and pumping it fast in her hand, opening her mouth. "Cum in my mouth, all in my mouth!" she instructed. I couldn't hold it any longer, and I ejaculated hard and thick in Mariana's waiting mouth, covering her tongue, and she let it slide down her throat, swallowing it all.

Mariana stood up and straightened her skirt, wiped her mouth and turned to me. "Please accept my apologies for Patricia's unprofessional behaviour. She shouldn't fuck clients on my time, and she knows this." She handed me a card with a number written on it. "Please make a booking again for a complimentary service, I assure you a professional service next time." I just nodded at her, and she left me to get dressed, and she took Patricia by the arm and led her out of the room.

I really hoped Patricia wouldn't be in serious trouble, as I was as much to blame as her. But I knew I needed to see her, and particularly Mariana again, before the end of my holiday!