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One of the most difficult things that I have said many times is surprising Marcie. It’s only because there are times she seems kind of psychic. It has helped her before, stopping me from spending too much money on surprises and such. That was one reason I worked so hard to hide the surprise of the resort from her. When my assistant sent the information of what Marcie told her to my business partner, it was the first time I had an inside track of what to do for her birthday. It took so much arrangement and secrecy before I surprised her. After arriving at the resort and seeing the room, we enjoyed a romantic interlude prior to breakfast. It was then she surprised me by showing that she arranged for me to have a spa treatment as well.
Well, gentle reader, now you are caught up.
When we arrived at the spa area, an attendant took Marcie in a separate direction than I was going. Marcie’s massage was going to be a longer one than mine. It didn’t seem suspicious at all before a different attendant led me to the other area. She led me to a locker room area where she indicated for me to disrobe down to where I was comfortable and lock everything. There was a white fluffy robe for me to put on after. That was when the nerves started. It was then I took a deep breath before following instructions. After ensuring the robe was on tightly, I walked back out of the room and was led to a different area by another attendant. I sat quietly for around an hour to relax with the soft music and incense before being led to a different room.
I was told to lay face down on the massage table before being handed a towel for privacy’s sake. As I crawled onto the table, I took a few more deep breaths.
“Hello, Mr. Mercer,” a feminine voice said.
I whispered a response back before she began to speak.
“Is this your first massage?” she asked.
“I had one with my wife a few years ago. That was it.”
“How did it go?”
“I was okay because my wife was right there to comfort me.”
“She is on the feminine side this morning. Is there anything I can do to help you relax?”
I kept taking deep breaths. I then felt a presence next to me.
“Mr. Mercer, I assure you we will take care of you. I know that your wife warned us about your…anxiety. However, I am sure our attendants will make you feel comfortable. We are very experienced at this sort of thing. The privacy towel is there to hide your waist from them so there will be nothing done there. Otherwise, we’re going to take our time and help you relax as much as we can. I promise.”
I tried to force a smile before I felt something being poured on my back. Then a firm, but soft pair of hands began to rub along my spine. That combined with the smells and soft sounds was starting to relax me slowly. It seemed like I was starting to become less tense the more time went on. Halfway through, the masseuse had me flip over and ensured the privacy towel was in place. It was then I saw the woman massaging me.
She was a gorgeous woman. She had dark black hair that was cut to shoulder length. Her body type was a bit more compact than Marcie’s, but she had a beautiful smile. I started to relax more before I started thinking about what I was feeling. It was a tension release, but in a different fashion than when I saw my therapist. It was also not as intimate as when I was with Marcie. I started to breathe normally and just concentrated on where the masseuse’ hands were.
“You’re starting to relax more, Mr. Mercer,” she said.
I smiled. It felt like I was finally getting into the spirit of the exercise. It was then that the masseuse paused.
“Wait, were you supposed to get the Swedish or the deep tissue?”
I paused before I asked.
“Is there a difference?”
“The deep tissue has more pressure, like I was breaking the stress spots. It’s just when you said this was the second one, I assumed you wanted to regular one.”
“This one felt good. Would I have enjoyed the deep tissue?”
She shook her head.
“It’s designed for those who are more…well it would have hurt more.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. It was then that she helped me to my feet and handed me the robe. As I got myself together, she thanked me for being understanding and waited until a different attendant came in. This one led me to a different room where there were a few barber chairs. She led me to one to sit down.
“According to your treatment, you’re supposed to get a manicure/pedicure. Have you had one before, Mr. Mercer?” the attendant asked.
I shook my head.
“This is all a new experience for me, Ma’am,” I answered. “My wife surprised me with it.”
The attendant smiled. Two other attendants walked forward with the trays on wheels.
“You just need to close your eyes and relax, Mr. Mercer. We’re just going to trim your nails and apply a clear polish to them. You’re the only guy in here now, so there should be no audience. Then we have you scheduled for a haircut afterwards.”
“Is my wife doing alright?” I asked.
“She had a feeling that you’d ask about her,” she answered. “She said something about she’d see you after. I think she called you Romeo. Does that mean something special?”
I smiled.
“It’s kind of a nice way of saying to stop being a worry wart,” I answered.
I started thinking about the plans afterwards while the attendants began to work on me. This birthday surprise was starting to become more of a celebration for us. This wasn’t my intention, but I was starting to be astonished at what was happening. I was hoping the special dinner I had planned would be the icing on the cake, so to speak.
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