Winter Vacation - Day 1 Pedicure

This is the first part of a series of short stories 'Winter Vacation' inspired by a holiday I took. It's partly driven by 'what could have been' and hopefully isn't too far fetched. The other episodes may take time to appear depending upon other commitments.

Many thanks for reading.

Day 1 Pedicure:

I arrived late after a long transfer from the airport up into the mountains and went straight to my room and bed as I was too tired to do anything. After my breakup - which was longer ago than I cared to admit - I was still feeling a bit sorry for myself and had booked a stay at a luxurious mountain retreat and spa. I hadn't been to a spa before and didn't really like to sit on a beach for a week so thought the great mountain views and walks would suit me better. Well that was the theory and I'd soon find out.

After a great breakfast where I ate way too much I made my way to the gym for a slow row and some light exercise mainly to keep me awake as I could feel the altitude. As I made my way back to my room I passed the spa reception and decided on something new, a pedicure as I'd not had one before and after all I wanted this holiday to be a string of 'firsts'. Which is how I came to find myself at a European spa in the first place, some parts of which were European style 'no textiles'.

Similarly I was going to make my room 'no textiles' and had booked one with a hot tub for some outdoor nudity which is where I was headed as I waited for my pedicure. But whilst the view down the mountain valley was amazing I still got bored after an hour or so and decided on some further exploration as I just like to wander. So I did and found some of the numerous pools and jacuzzis and just generally relaxed. I even found where the nude areas were but didn't go further as that was for another day to which I needed to build up.

I so enjoyed my wanderings that I soon realised I was going to be late for my pedicure and rushed over still in my wet board shorts and robe - and I was immediately ushered into a room and asked to wait by the receptionist. A couple of minutes later there was a knock and the pedicurist entered and said she needed to bathe my feet for a few minutes prior to the session. Once everything was ready she showed me how to sit and then started to leave saying she'd be back in a few minutes but could I take off my soaked shorts and keep my robe on.

Once she left I did so and hung them up and they continued to steadily drip onto the floor as they had been doing the entire time. I sat down and placed my feet into the warm water and waited and thought about her. She was pretty but not overly so and had a cute - german I thought - accent with slightly longer than shoulder length dark hair tied back in a pony tail and wore glasses. She had what looked like a trim figure under her spa coat but I couldn't really tell much other than that and her stand out feature was her big smile and she seemed very friendly. As I looked out of the window at the incredible view I could see why anyone would smile working here.

She came back a few minutes later and checked my feet were suitably ready and dried them off and showed me where to sit on what seemed like a dentist's chair though with the end missing as my lower legs were dangling off the end by a good foot. She sat down and slid across to my feet and lifted up a panel that supported my calves and adjusted it so just my feet were dangling. Then she matter-of-factly set to work and as she did so pushed my legs apart to give herself space around my feet. I watched as she sanded, brushed, cut, trimmed and generally gave me feet a thorough pedicure and we spoke a few times about nothing in particular though I relayed my story of how I came to be here alone.

I also checked both her and the view out especially as the sun started to stream in the window making it quite the most spectacular pedicure anyone could wish for and I commented as such and she admitted the view was lovely as she turned to admire it. As she did so the sun caught her and she simply glowed and that made me think oh... she's actually very cute. And that was it as I suddenly felt a tingling and my cock very slowly began to react and I didn't try to stop it as I had my robe on. I started to think about what she would look like riding my cock as she got the electric drill out and went to town moving my feet around 360 degrees as she sanded off the particularly hard skin... but wait... did I imagine her smile was getting bigger?

Soon she was finished with the drill and my mind and eyes wandered off and my cock continued on it's slow but remorseless hardening which I was fine with as I couldn't see a tent under my robe though I could feel my robe on my cock. She continued with more sanding and trimming and a while later announced I could relax as she was nearly done and that she always finished with a foot massage with lots of cream to keep my feet nice and soft and that I should do the same at home. I said that sounded great and with that she dropped the flap from under my calves and reached over for the moisturising cream.

At which point it dawned on me that she could see up my robe and thus she had had a birds eye view of my hardening cock the entire time - now I understood why she was smiling so much. She started gently massaging my right foot, and then my ankle, and then my calf, and then over my knee, and then under my robe and part way up my thigh in long sweeping motions. It felt just right and I could also see she was staring at my cock under my robe which just kept it hard.

Then she moved to my left leg and repeated the process but this time with each stroke her hands just went a little higher until the inevitable happened and she gently brushed the head of my cock with each stroke.

I just smiled at her and as this was a holiday of firsts I simply said, "That feels really good."

"I'm glad," she replied as she untied and opened my robe as I looked on.

My cock - now free of the tight robe - burst up and she grinned and moved in closer pushing my robe fully out of the way and my legs further apart leaving me exposed and naked before her. She took my cock in her right hand and began gently massaging it and with her left cupped my balls and began gently massaging them as well.

She was very good and was an excellent tease and as soon I gasped or moaned a little too much she eased off the massaging and stroking - I got the impression I was going to cum when she wanted me to and not before as she expertly edged me. Slowly the intensity increased and I knew it was only a matter of time before I would erupt so I simply relaxed into the realisation. She increased the stroking and we could both hear her hand wanking my cock until I could take no more and my body stiffened as I started to cum.

At almost that precise moment there was a quiet knock on the door and the receptionist walked in to the sight of the pedicurist between my legs with a hand on my cock wanking it as I came. Five ropes shot out in various directions two of which I could see reached the pedicurist's head with one hitting her glasses. She looked up and to the side of me and it was only at that point I became aware of the receptionist who was now staring at a naked man with cum on him and a pedicurist with cum on her still holding my engorged cock that was slowly dribbling cum from the tip.

Having fully absorbed the scene she turned around and left having said nothing. I turned to the pedicurist and managed to croak that this was the best pedicure ever and she just said thanks and smiled broadly as she started to clean me up.

She did so but made no motion to clean herself until I pointed out the cum on her glasses and cheek to which she smiled and giggled, "I thought you'd like to see that," which I obviously agreed with as I smiled back broadly.

I then watched as she cleaned herself up half bending over at the sink which showed off a pert bum.

"All done" she soon announced and with that she opened the door and was gone.

Dazed I got up and rescued my board shorts and put them on and after a deep breath I quietly left the room. No-one was to be seen in reception other than another female hotel resident awaiting a spa treatment so I was able to leave without blushing.