Chapter Twenty-Four – Masseuse Madness
JK Rowlings, I just make the characters play with each other…
They rushed to get ready and hurriedly ate their breakfast. They went towards the changing rooms and got into their swimsuits. They put their things in a locker and walked up the corridor towards the pool. What they saw was beautiful. There was wooden flooring with built in drainage leading to a massive blue pool complete with mini waterfall at the end.
They walked down the steps leading into the warm waters and pushed off gently. The water swayed gently as they moved around. It was so tranquil and the sound of the waterfall made her think of the rainforest.
They spent about half an hour in the pool and then headed off to the jacuzzis. They sat there while the water bubbled away. She hadn't realised how strong it was until now. They got out after fifteen minutes and wondered down to the massage parlour.
The corridors had changed now. There was a smell of candles in the air and dark wooden panels lined the walls. A smartly dressed man handed them robes as they were waiting for their slot. Eventually they were called in.
The room was of a medium size and contained two massage tables. Hermione slipped her robe off and laid face down and waited as Draco did the same. Soon, they heard two people enter the room.
One went towards Hermione and gently began rubbing and kneading her skin. She felt some of the tension ebb away. Draco enjoyed his massage but was wondering if the masseuse was wearing gloves. Of course, all he could see of the person was the white plimsolls they were wearing.
At last, they were done. Hermione sat up first and thanked her masseuse. She turned towards Draco and had to stifle a giggle. Draco heard and sat up. He immediately realised what she was laughing about.
While Hermione's masseuse was a young, tanned, handsome man. His was an overweight, hairy, middle-aged man. He thought the hands had been furry…
He pushed his face into a mask of impassiveness and thanked his masseuse. They wondered back to the changing room, Hermione giggling all the way. He was so annoyed with the fact that his masseuse was, well, basically not a woman, that he didn't even eat a second slice of cake at lunch.
The rest of the day was spent in the pool and Jacuzzi. Hermione loved the sensation of the bubbling and Draco loved having her squirm about on his knee. He felt himself heat up and she seemed to as well.
She turned around and looked deeply into his grey eyes. Over the past few months, she had begun to see a little spark in there – almost as if a flame was being re-ignited. The cold, steely colour of his eyes looked friendlier now.
She deftly hooked her fingers into either side of his swimming short and flirtatiously pulled them down. He looked at her mouth slightly open. She had never done something like his before. She was quite a private person. Well… it was Hermione Granger, what did he expect? Certainly not this.
She smiled at him when she brushed her hand lightly over his manhood. She almost felt the strain he was putting on himself. Draco was only just managing to keep himself under control.
He wanted nothing more than to impale his big, hard cock into her. But he wanted to do this at her pace. She had initiated this, so she could carry it on. She pulled her bikini bottoms off and stood up. She slowly sat down, guided by him.
He held her hips and pulled her up. He let go and she went down. She was impaling herself after a while and Draco was left to revel in the sensation of his fiancée fucking him in public.
He was close to coming and she knew it. She quickened the pace. He was so close to his release, he could almost reach out and grab it, and then he did. He came into her as he cried out her name in his ecstasy.
She fell back on him, utterly exhausted. They put their swimming clothes back on and wondered back to their room. Hermione was tired out after that performance and wanted nothing more than to go to sleep but Draco insisted that he return the favour.
She was lying on the bed naked. As he explored every inch of her body. He kissed every corner and crevice. He placed a line of fiery kissed down from her neck to her hips and towards her feet. He worked his way up on her inside leg until he was almost touching her soaking heat.
He got nearer and nearer until he kissed it. He had teased her but now she was getting what she needed. He pushed his tongue inside her and felt eagerly for her clit. He found it and pressed down on it. He carried on as she begged him to take her, but he persevered. Eventually, she gasped and yelled his name as she came harder than she had ever come before.
They lay down together and she fell asleep. He looked at her. She was so peaceful, so at rest, so innocent. She curled up against him like a cat and he pulled her closer in a love-filled embrace. Soon after, he fell asleep.
They woke up again an hour or two before dinner. Hermione quickly realised that she needed a shower. She nudged Draco.
'We need to get showers.'
'I know. Come on…'
He took her hand and led her to the massive bath. He knelt and filled it up with hot water, and then he put some cold in. He took off his boxers and turned around to undress her.
He gently pulled off her bra and slowly took away her knickers. She had a good body. A very good body. She had curves in all of the right places and breasts that you could cup in your hand and there would still be some extra. To him, she was perfect.
She was feeling very self-conscious with him staring at her, and he soon realized this. He got into the bath and sat down, legs spread. She smiled as she grasped what he wanted her to do. She got in and sat between his legs as the warm water lulled against their bodies.
He reached for the shampoo and lathered it into her hair. She shivered slightly at his touch. He massaged it into her scalp and then washed it out with a spell, as he did not think she would appreciate being dunked under water. She put her hand on his upper leg and touched him gently. He gasped at this soft gesture. He thought about taking her there and then, but decided to make her wait.
So he repeated the process with the conditioner and while they waited a few minutes before rinsing, he got the soap and squeezed some into his hand. He started at her neck and worked his way down her arms then onto her tummy. He then continued down her legs and her feet. He then took some more and gently rubbed it on her breasts. She moaned with pleasure, which turned him on even more.
He turned her round so that she was facing him and then allowed her to hook her legs around him. She felt him enter her and she gasped when she felt how hard he was. Oops. Every thrust gained strength. He felt her go tense and he heard her scream his name but he kept going. He was so close and she was exhausted.
She seemed to sense that he was close, so she squeezed around him at the peak of every thrust. He soon spilled his seed into her, yelling her name.