A whirlwind week.

So, I fly in to my destination, and I am met by a hotel limousine, which I later find out is not completely uncommon. My trainer meets me in the lobby and helps me check in, stow my bags in my room, and we walk down the street to a restaurant for a late lunch. So, as we walk, she is toting a 2 big bags, and we when get seated, hands me one of the bags. It's a laptop bag with, well obviously a laptop, but also an Ipad, a new Verizon Iphone, 3 credit cards in my name, and 75 to 100 rewards cards from hotels, rental car agencies, etc.
So, we have a quick lunch, and I am thrust in to fire feet first. She has been very helpful, and seems to know just about everyone we run in to. It's amazing what I have learned from her. For instance, there are a lot of hotels where I would stay for a week. She tips her housekeeping staff. I have never ever ever thought of doing that, but she gets anything she wants from them, they all know her by name and she is treated like a queen. The Concierge where we stayed on the first trip knew her by name, made reservations for us at this mega-exclusive restaurant where the meal for both of us would have cost in excess of $200 had it not been picked up for us by the hotel, and when we got back, she tipped him $50. She said she won't tip him again until we leave, but those tips get her triple their value.

So, we get to our next destination, and we have a full day to relax and do nothing, and I am just fuckin fried. This was last Wednesday I think. Anyhow, we land at 10:30, I check in to my room, take a hot bath and crash until about 7 that night. I take a shower, get dressed, answer some text messages, and call my trainer. I ask if she wants to get something for dinner, she tells me she has already eaten, but that I should call room service that they have the best "fill-in-the-blank". I tell her that I want to get out for a bit, and she tells me to go down to the front counter, ask them to call me a cab, and ask them to recommend a great place to eat. I thank her, go downstairs, walk outside, light up a cigarette, and see a Taco Bell down the street. I go back inside, ask the clerk if this is a safe neighborhood and if it was okay to walk to Taco Bell, and they use my name when answering, and say it is fine.

So, I go eat, am walking back, and my trainer calls. She asks to meet me in the lounge so we can discuss the upcoming events, and help me help myself to take care of everything on my own. We sit in the lounge till almost 9:30 local time when the place starts filling up, and we decide to call it a night. I finish my drink, go outside to have a cigarette, and as I am walking back in, I ask the clerk if she has a newspaper from today. She does, and while making small talk, says that I look really tired. I explain that I am a total wreck, can't seem to catch up on sleep, and I am sore from head to toe from going going going 16 hours a day. She tells me to enjoy the rest of my evening, and I go back up to the room where I take another bath, and fall asleep watching TV by 11:00. My alarm goes off at 4:30, I get up, get ready and go downstairs to meet my trainer for breakfast. By the time we are done with breakfast, our day is already starting.

So, I am back at the hotel 4 or 5 times that day helping VIP's and clients get checked in, when the Concierge comes up to me, hands me a card with a ladies name on it, and says that when I get back tonight, call her and she will come to my room and give me the greatest massage known to man, and it is compliments of the hotel. I have only done professional massages a couple of times, and although I left relaxed, it was just not something I really cared all that much for. I put the card in my purse and had decided that I wasn't going to bother with it. By the time I get back to the hotel, it's 8:30 and am so ready to totally crash. In the elevator going up, I decide to see if the massage lady is available.

She tells me she can be at my room by 9:30, and tells me that the concierge has already taken care of the fees. So, I shower, get dressed and fell asleep by the time she knocked on my door. She introduces herself, and she is in her mid-thirties, almost 6' tall, and looks a bit like Chyna, the wrestler, except with red hair. She asks me to go undress down to nothing, and come back out with a towel on. When I come out of the bathroom, the lights are off, and she has some candles going with some soft Chinese kind of music. She has a table already set up with some soft blankets. She asks me to undo the towel but keep it on as I lie down. She covers me with blankets, and pull the towel out from underneath.

I lost track of time because I actually fell asleep a couple of times. It was AWESOME. So, I think it had been about 45 minutes or so, when she asks me to flip over. I do as she asks, she starts massaging my legs, my arms, my hands, etc...when she asks if I would like a "Yanni?" massage. At least I think that's what she says. I say yes before I really have a chance to think about it, trying not to act like a dumb Idaho hick. She lift the blanket up above my waist and starts massaging my inner thighs. LIKE MY INNER THIGHS, LIKE RIGHT NEXT TO MY PUSSY!!! So, I start to tense up a little bit, not knowing what is happening when I find myself starting to enjoy it. I am still a bit apprehensive, but all in all it's all good. So, I am thinking to myself that Yanni must be the area right at the edge of the inner thighs and after about five minutes, I feel myself getting wet. Now I am really becoming uncomfortable because I just know that somehow I am going to start leaking or something, or she is going to see me getting wet.................AAAAH!. I hear her pop open the oil again, and she start pouring it "my mound" for lack of a better word. I can feel the oil start to make it's way down between my lips and inside I am screaming. I don't want to say anything, but I do. She starts massaging up above and before I know it she has is massaging my clit. This big-ass red head is fucking fingering me! But it's totally not like anything I have felt before. It almost feels "clinical". She has a rhythm, and a process that she is going through, and I can feel myself relaxing from my hair down to my toes. Then, without warning, she actually sticks one, then two fingers just inside my pussy. With her thumb, she is massaging my clit, and minutes later, I have an orgasm. She acts like this is nothing new, wipes her hands off with a towel, and finishes with rubbing my neck and my head. She goes in to the bathroom and for me to take my time getting up, and to knock on the door when I am done.

My head is swimming, but I am more relaxed than I have been in MONTHS. I get up, wrap the towel around me, and grab $20 from my purse. I knock on the door, try to hand her the $20, she refuses saying that it has all been taken care of. She hands me a bottle of water, (Don't know where she got it), tells me to drink all of it, and try to drink another before I go to bed, packs up her stuff, and hands me another card and tells me that if I should ever need her services again, to give her a call.

DAMN, I HAVE A LOT TO LEARN.