The Arbor Weekend: Part I

Eliza treats Michael to a relaxing weekend after a very stressful week.

Eliza looked at an exhausted Michael, stressed about work and a project he'd lost sleep over to meet a deadline. "I have an idea," she wrote back.

"What's that?"

"Let me surprise you with a treat."

"What do you have in mind?"

"You just leave that to me. I'll give you instructions."

Michael replied, "Alright. Sounds intriguing."
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Thursday afternoon Eliza texted Michael. "Friday afternoon, go to the Arbor Hotel after work. Don't come home. I'll send you the room number when I check in."

Michael replied, "Wait what? What about clothes?"

"I'll take care of everything, sweetheart. You just show up."
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Friday afternoon Eliza checked into the Arbor, a very nice luxury hotel in their city. She'd reserved the room for Friday and Saturday night. It was spacious and bright, with fluffy white bed linens, marble in the bathroom, and mood lighting. It was perfect for her plan.

She texted Michael to come to Room 619 and knock three times. Meanwhile, she prepared the room for her sweet Michael to arrive.

A little after 5:30, three knocks wrapped on the door of room 619.

Peeking out the peephole to confirm it was Michael, she opened the door slowly, moving behind it so he couldn't see her.

The shades and curtains were drawn, the soft glow of candles the only light in the room. Soft jazz quietly moved through the air, scented with a lovely lavender. He peeked around the door to find Eliza in a white, plush robe, hair in a sexy, half up style.

"Hi, babe," Michael said with a bright smile.

"Hello, my love." She took his briefcase from him and set it down on the dresser. "Come with me."

Taking his hand, she led him into the bathroom, where more candles burned around a bathtub. "Let me help you," Eliza said, looking in his eyes with a sexy smile. She bent down to slip off his loafers and socks and set them aside. He'd left his tie and jacket in the car, so she unbuttoned his white Oxford shirt. Slowly, she pulled it down from his strong, chiseled shoulders and lifted it out of his pants, tossing it into a basket she'd placed on the floor, stopping for a moment to kiss his collarbone and neck.

Next, she unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, gently pulling on the zipper and sliding them down his legs. He stepped out of them, and she placed them in the basket.

Looking at her handsome lover, she pulled off his boxers and tossed them onto the pile.

Michael's face glows with an aroused and curious smile.

Eliza walked around him and turned the water on in the bathtub, adding some goodies to make it bubble and soften.

"Get in, sweetheart. It's the perfect temp." Michael sunk down into the warm, bubbly water, taking a deep breath in and out as he felt the stress begin to wash away.

"Are you going to join me?"

"Eventually." Eliza left the room to turn up the music just a bit. When she returned, she said, "I have a little surprise for you."

She pulled the clip from her hair, letting her curls fall down around her face and shook it out. Michael grinned because her curls drove him a little wild.

Untying the belt of her white robe, she began to slip it off her shoulders, revealing the straps on a white, lacy piece of lingerie. Eliza continued to let the robe fall from her body. She placed it across a chair as she'd need it later.

Now fully displaying the long, lacy white gown, she began to move her hips and body, dancing a bit, turning around so he could see her from all angles. She moved her hands across her breasts, lightly covered by the white lace, and circled her nipples with her fingers.

She moved the strap from her right shoulder, then her left, letting it fall down, exposing her bare breasts. "Yes, baby yes," Michael said in a groan, loving the sight of her this way.

Pulling the white lace down further, she revealed white lace panties, letting the gown slip to her feet, where she stepped out of it, and placed it with the robe.

Eliza moved toward the tub where Michael lay soaking. "Take them off for me." Michael reached up and took the white lace between his fingers, sliding them down her hips, his smile widening. He slid them down to her knees and she took them the rest of the way, tossing them with the rest of the ensemble.

She put her hair back up for the sake of the tub, and placed one foot, then the other, into the steamy bath, moving her body slowly and seductively so Michael could watch her. Sitting across from each other they could gaze into the other's eyes. Eliza had plans for more fun after the bath but wanted this time for them to sit in the quiet and let Michael relax. Taking a loofa sponge in hand, she moved closer to Michael. "Put your legs around me, sweetheart." She rubbed his shoulders, arms, and chest with the sponge, then his thighs and calves.

She set the sponge aside and took his manhood into her hands, and feeling his arousal growing, Eliza began to massage him, starting one hand at the base, following behind it with the other, pulling and squeezing lightly with each stroke. Occasionally she reached down with one hand and massaged his balls, then returned to focus on the phallus. Michael's head fell back as his pleasure mounted, a moan sounding now and then.

Not wanting him to get entirely erect before the next phase of the night, she stepped out of the tub without a word onto the plush mat in front of the tub and reached her hand out to him, signaling him to get out, too. Grabbing a towel, she began to dry his handsome body off, her own body air drying in the process. Finished, she pulled the plug on the tub, took his left hand and led him out of the bathroom.
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"Lay on your belly," Eliza instructed him. Michael looked at her with his sneaky cute smile and shining blue eyes. She shot him a smile and a wink back and moved to get a bag from the nightstand. Eliza had pulled back the comforter before Michael arrived. With a bottle of massage oil in her hand, Eliza straddled his naked body. She poured the oil on his chiseled back, set the bottle down, and began to massage his tense shoulders. Her hands were strong from playing the piano. Michael let out a groan of relief as her fingers slowly released the stressors. She moved down his back, rubbing, then lightly digging her fingernails into his skin and pulling them toward her. Michael jerked at the sensation.

Eliza moved her body toward his legs, exposing his perfectly round butt. Before she massaged any further, she kissed down his spine, stopping just at the top of his crack where she lingered with little kisses. Then adding a little more oil, she took two fingers circled around that area, barely touching it, then taking both hands to the right cheek, firmly massaging it and admiring its perfection. She moved to the left one, and then both, starting at the bottom and pressing inward and upward at the same time.

Moving backward again, she spread his legs just slightly, but focused on his handsome thighs, kissing each one up and down, back up and a little closer to his perineum each time to tease him. She poured some oil on each thigh, and resumed the massage, moving to his calves, and finally, his feet.

She crawled up beside him and asked, "How are you feeling now?"

"Amazing, my angel. This is amazing."

"Good...there's more where that came from. But for now...let's rest." Eliza eased off the bed, Michael watching her with pleasure, and took a soft, white, fleece blanket out of a bag. She put it over Michael, who was now on his side, lay down beside him so he could spoon her, and pulled the rest of the blanket over her.

To be continued....