The Spa Owner Waited for Me Every January

Every first day of January, without fail, I would show up at the spa reception with my travel bag and the same expression as someone arriving at a place that already feels like home. It was a custom inherited from the family of an old friend, Rodrigo, whose sister had invited me years earlier to spend the first week of the year among thermal waters and quiet dinners. The custom survived the friendship, and now it was mine alone.

The receptionist, Pilar, recognized me before I said my name.

—Mr. Marcos, welcome. I’ll let the director know.

—Thanks, Pilar. As always, you’re the best.

—We could use a bit of joy around here —she said, winking toward the office corridor.

Then Lucía appeared. She walked with that poise women have when they know exactly the effect they have. Forty-five years old, slim, with pronounced curves beneath an ivory blouse and chestnut hair cut to her shoulders. Her hazel eyes found mine before I could pretend I wasn’t looking at her.

—Marcos, it’s so good to see you. Thanks for keeping coming back —she said, giving me two kisses that lasted half a second longer than was professional.

—The pleasure’s mine, Lucía. Every year you’re more beautiful, and I don’t say that just to be nice.

She smiled with her mouth closed, as if holding something back. She walked me to my usual room, fourteen, at the end of the hall. Before leaving, she rested a hand on the doorframe and lowered her voice.

—I want you to know something. I separated in September. We haven’t been living together for months. My son’s with my mother while we sort out the paperwork.

—I had no idea. I’m sorry.

—Don’t be. It was necessary. I just wanted you to know.

She gave me another kiss on the cheek, slower than the previous ones, and left.

***

That night, after the welcome dinner with the other guests, Lucía intercepted me by the dining room door. She was wearing a cream-colored dress that matched her eyes and clung to her waist as if it had been cut for her alone. It was hard to keep eye contact with her without drifting to the neckline suggested beneath the fabric, or to the round ass the cut outlined without shame.

—Would you like to have a drink with me tonight? —she asked without beating around the bush.

—With pleasure. Tell me where and when.

—In apartment thirty-three in the side building. The keys are on your nightstand. At eleven. Absolute discretion.

I went back up to the room and, sure enough, there was a set of keys on the table next to a printed note: “I’m bringing the cava. If you need anything else, the fridge is stocked. There’s no one in that stairwell.”

Absolute discretion. I reread the phrase three times. My imagination did the rest, and my cock went hard just thinking about what that phrase meant: that I was going to fuck her, that she knew it, and that she had prepared the place so she could moan all she wanted without anyone hearing her.

I changed clothes, put on dark loafers, dress trousers, and a turtleneck sweater. At eleven sharp I opened the apartment door. The heat was high, the lights low, and on the living room table there were two glasses and an unopened bottle.

Lucía arrived half an hour later. I heard the door and then her heels on the parquet. She appeared in the living room doorway with a huge smile and a black blouse that revealed the lace of her bra and the shadow of nipples standing hard against the fabric.

—I knew you’d come —she said.

—I wouldn’t have missed it.

She poured the cava, put music on from her phone, and switched off the ceiling light. The blue glow from the lit TV cast a bluish light over her face. We looked at each other in silence. She leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and smiled.

No more words were needed. I crossed the two meters between us, slid my hands around her waist, and brought my mouth to hers. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed as if we’d spent years waiting for that moment. Because that’s how it was.

—Do you want me? —she whispered against my neck.

—Since the first day I met you. I get hard every time I see you crossing reception.

—I’ll confess something. Many times, when I was with my ex, I thought about you while I was fingering myself. I’ve always liked you, but I never dared.

I bit her lower lip and pushed my tongue all the way in. She let out a rough moan and reached for the bulge in my trousers with her hand, squeezing me over the fabric. My cock hardened completely in her palm, and she smiled when she felt it.

—Fuck, what a good start —she murmured.

I lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. The light was only a golden thread coming from the bedside lamp. I laid her on the bed and paused for a second.

—Lucía, I need to know you’re sure about this.

She took a few seconds. She looked me in the eyes without blinking, and with deliberate slowness began unbuttoning her blouse, one button at a time.

—I’m completely sure. Don’t make me wait any longer. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk tomorrow.

I knelt at the edge of the bed and finished opening her blouse. Underneath she was wearing a black lace bra that pushed her tits up to present them to me. I unclasped the front closure and freed them with both hands. They were firm, with dark, erect nipples, and I took one into my mouth while pinching the other with my fingers. Lucía threw her head back and arched her back into my face.

—Suck them, fuck, suck them hard.

I nibbled her nipple, tugging it slightly upward with my teeth, and she let out a guttural moan. I lowered my mouth down her belly, unbuttoned her skirt, and tossed it to the floor along with her stockings. She was left only in a black thong that already had a dark wet patch at the center. I hooked the elastic with my teeth and pulled it down slowly, never taking my eyes off hers.

Lucía’s cunt was shaved, glossy, soaked. I spread her thighs with both hands and ran my tongue from bottom to top in one long lick that tore a muffled cry from her. I went in fully: I licked her lips, drove my tongue into her entrance, circled her clit with slow motions, and then slid two fingers inside, curling them inward. She began moving her hips against my face, grabbing my hair, pressing me harder against her.

—Keep going, keep going, keep going, don’t stop, I’m going to come.

I sucked her clit with constant suction while pumping my fingers in and out at a steady rhythm, and within seconds her thighs tightened around my head, her whole belly clenched, and she let out a long cry as she came in my mouth, soaking my chin with hot juices.

Still trembling, she tugged my hair upward.

—Come here. My turn now.

She yanked off my sweater and pulled down my trousers and boxers in one motion. When she found my cock, she took it in both hands, looked at it for a moment with her mouth open, and dove onto it without preamble. She took me all the way to the back of her throat, and I felt her throat opening around the head. She stuck out her tongue, licked my balls, sucked the shaft from bottom to top, and then swallowed me again, this time setting a steady rhythm that made me grab the headboard.

—Fuck, Lucía, like that, suck it like that, don’t stop.

She answered with muffled moans that vibrated around my cock. When I felt I was about to come, I gently pulled her off, laid her on her back, and positioned myself between her open legs. I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit, up and down, getting myself nice and wet, and with one single thrust I shoved it all the way in. Lucía let out a long moan and dug her nails into my shoulders.

—Oh my God, you fuck so good.

I started fucking her slowly, all the way in, pulling almost all the way out and sliding back in. She wrapped her legs around my waist and bit my neck. I sped up, setting the pace with my hips until the whole bed was creaking and her tits bounced with each thrust. I grabbed one leg and threw it over my shoulder to get even deeper, and she began screaming without any shame.

—Harder, harder, tear my pussy apart.

I fucked her with all the anger I’d built up over years of watching her at reception without being able to touch her, driving into her hard, feeling how her cunt tightened around my cock. When I felt her about to come again, I ran my thumb over her clit and pressed in circles. Lucía exploded under me, arching her back, screaming my name, spasming around my cock in contractions that almost made me come inside her.

I held back. I turned her face down, lifted her by the hips, and took her from behind on all fours. From that angle I could see my cock sliding in and out, shiny with her juices, and her ass moving with every thrust. I slapped one cheek, and she let out a guttural laugh.

—Again. Give me another.

I gave her two more, one on each cheek, and she kept moaning, asking for more. I fucked her like that until I felt the orgasm rising from my balls. I told her I was going to come, and she turned around in a flash, knelt in front of me, opened her mouth, and stuck out her tongue. I came in thick spurts over her tongue, her lips, her face, and her tits, and she swallowed it all, licking her lips and wiping the rest with her fingers to suck them one by one afterward.

—I’d been imagining this for years —she said between laughs, lying down on my chest.

—And this is only the beginning.

***

That was the first of many nights. During the year and a half her separation lasted, we sought each other out like two people who discover too late what had always been there. We met in her apartment, in my room, and more than once in the spa laundry room, on the ironing table, with the door locked and our hearts racing. There I’d fucked her with her skirt hiked up to her waist and her panties hanging from one ankle, covering her mouth with my hand so the afternoon-shift maids wouldn’t hear her scream when she came.

Lucía had a ferocious appetite. She liked being taken by surprise, liked me kissing her neck while she went through papers in her office, liked me cornering her against the kitchen counter and slipping my hand inside her pants to find her cunt already wet. And I learned to read every one of her gestures: the way she bit her lip when she wanted me to fuck her, how she tilted her head to offer me her neck, the tremble in her thighs when she was close to orgasm, the low growl she let out when I pulled her hair while I drove into her from behind.

When she went back to her husband, she told me with the same frankness with which she had confessed her desire that first night.

—I’m going to put the family back together. My children need their father. But I need you to promise me you’ll always be there.

—No doubt about it.

—Before him I only had one boyfriend who barely even touched me. Now that I know what it’s like to be fucked properly, I’m not giving that up. In fact, I think it turns me on knowing it’s a secret, that when he touches me I’m going to be thinking about your cock.

And so we kept going. Every January at the spa, and three or four more times a year when the trade fairs gave us the perfect excuse.

***

That January I picked her up at the fairgrounds exit. She was stunning in a dark blue dress that marked every curve of her body. We kissed on the cheeks in front of people, and I saved the real kiss for later.

I took her to dinner at a Lebanese restaurant in the Salamanca district. She adored that cuisine ever since she had studied in London and discovered the Arab restaurants near her residence. She ordered for both of us with the confidence of someone who knows every dish on the menu.

During dinner, my phone rang. It was Nerea, another woman I’d had an intermittent relationship with for years. I excused myself, went out into the street, and answered the call.

—I’ll be at the fair for three days, from Thursday to Saturday —she said—. I’m coming with Adrián, but you know what those company dinners are like. I can slip away.

—We’ll talk Thursday then.

—Deal. Take care, handsome.

I went back to the table. Lucía was looking at me with that half-smile that means she knows more than she says. She didn’t ask anything. She never asked.

We ate slowly, talking about everything and nothing, and when we stepped out into the cold night I slipped an arm around her waist.

—Do you feel like a little warmth? —I said.

—I thought you’d never ask.

I drove to my apartment instead of going to the hotel. We’d get there sooner and have the whole night ahead of us. She went into the bathroom while I poured two glasses of liqueur. When she came out, she stopped in the bedroom doorway, barefoot, the dress still on but her hair loose, falling over her shoulders.

—Every year I wait for these dates —she said—. Not just for the fair. For this. To be free for a few hours with you.

I approached slowly. I lowered the zipper on her dress while kissing her neck. The fabric fell to the floor and underneath she was wearing a black lace set that made me hold my breath: a bra pushing her tits up, a tiny thong, and a thin garter belt with dark stockings. I gently pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard, feeling her back arch under my hands.

I slid my hand between her thighs and moved her thong aside. Her cunt was already soaked, slippery, and I slipped two fingers inside without any difficulty. She moaned against my mouth and started riding my hand, moving her hips.

—I’m already dripping for you, touch me, don’t stop.

I turned her to face the wardrobe mirror. I wanted her to see it, to see what I saw: an incredible woman, skin prickling, lips parted, nipples peeking over the bra. I lifted one leg and she rested it on the dresser to open herself up. I pulled her thong down to her ankles, opened my trousers, and rubbed my cock between her ass cheeks before finding her entrance.

I entered her like that, standing up, watching our reflection. I slid in slowly the first time, so she could feel every inch going in. She let out a long moan that vibrated against the wall, and her eyes closed in the mirror.

—Open them —I ordered—. Watch me fuck you.

She opened her eyes and we looked at each other in the reflection while I fucked her standing up. I grabbed her tits over the bra, pinched her nipples, and sped up. Each thrust made my belly slap against her ass with a wet sound. She braced both hands on the mirror and started pushing her ass back against my cock, trying to get me to shove it in harder.

—Like that, give it all to me, don’t hold back.

Her juices ran down her thighs, soaking her stockings when I took her to the bed. There we changed pace. First on our sides, me behind her, stroking her tits while I moved slowly. I bit her shoulder, found her clit with my fingers, and rubbed it while I fucked her. She writhed, reaching for my mouth over her shoulder to kiss me.

—You’re going to kill me —she panted—. You’re going to kill me with pleasure.

Then I put her on her back, with her right leg over my shoulder, which let me go deep and see her face while she neared orgasm. With her other leg open to the side, she was completely exposed, and I took advantage of every thrust to go all the way in. I sucked her thumb and then brought it down to her clit to rub it while I fucked her.

Her hands gripped my forearms hard, her whole body tensed, and she let out a scream that probably went through the walls. I felt her cunt clenching around my cock in spasms, squeezing it in a way that forced me to stop for a second so I wouldn’t come.

—Not yet —I whispered—. I’m not done with you yet.

I put her on all fours at the edge of the bed and stayed standing behind her. I grabbed both cheeks, pulled them apart, and slammed my cock in. She let out a guttural, almost animal moan. I fucked her hard like that, pulling her hair, setting the rhythm with my hands on her hips. I ran my thumb, wet with her own fluids, over her asshole, pressing just lightly, and she shoved her ass back, asking for more.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I turned her onto her back, put her on top of me, and she started riding me looking me in the eyes, her hands on my chest. Her tits bounced up and down in front of my face, and I grabbed her hips to set the pace. When I felt the orgasm rising, I asked her to get off and she came again over my belly just before sliding down. She knelt beside me, took my cock in her mouth, and finished me off with hand and tongue. I came in her mouth in several bursts, and she swallowed every drop without spilling a single one, looking up at me from below.

I let myself fall back onto the pillows. She climbed on top of me, kissed me, and wrapped her arms around my neck. We stayed like that, without talking, while our breathing returned to normal.

***

The next morning I woke her early. I found her sleeping on her stomach, her ass barely covered by the sheet, and I couldn’t resist. I kissed the nape of her neck, slid my hand down her back, and caressed between her cheeks until I found her cunt wet again. She woke up moaning and spreading her legs before she had even fully opened her eyes.

I fucked her calmly, the way she liked at dawn, without rushing, feeling every inch of her skin against mine. First from behind, both of us lying on our sides, with my fingers playing with her clit. Then on her back, with her legs crossed over my back, rocking slowly until she came with a long, soft moan that sounded like grateful pleading. I came inside her this time, all the way in, and we stayed wrapped around each other for a few minutes before dragging ourselves into the shower together, where I shoved it into her again against the tiles until her knees buckled.

After that I took her to the hotel so she could change before going back to the fair.

—I’ll be waiting for you at six-thirty —she said as she got out of the car—. Suite five-twelve. The keys will be at reception.

I spent the day working, but my head was somewhere else. At the agreed time I showed up at the hotel. The receptionist smiled at me with professional complicity.

—Go on up, madam is waiting for you.

I took the elevator, walked to the end of the hall, and before I could knock, the door cracked open. The room was dim. Lucía took my hand and led me to the sofa.

—Today I’m in charge —she whispered—. You just relax.

She pushed me back into the cushions, opened my trousers with a skill that left me breathless, and knelt between my legs. She took my cock, already semi-erect, and looked at it for a few seconds like someone admiring a favorite dish before starting. Then she took it into her mouth slowly, wrapping it up with deliberate, wet, hot slowness, while her eyes looked up at me with an intensity that almost made me finish on the spot.

—I’m going to make you come like never before —she said, pulling back for a second, a thread of saliva hanging from her lip—. We’ve got all night.

And she went back to sucking me. She swallowed me to the base, licked my balls one by one, took them into her mouth and sucked them with soft suction while she jerked me off with her hand. Then she came back up and rammed me into her throat, soaking it in saliva, leaving me a bright trail from the head to the balls. She stuck out her tongue and ran it over my frenulum in slow circles that tensed my thighs.

—Fuck, like that, don’t stop.

She was wearing a burgundy lingerie set —corset, garters, stockings— and a pair of high-heeled boots I hadn’t seen before. When she’d finished eating my cock just enough to leave me on the edge, she stood up, took off her panties, and mounted me on the sofa. She guided my cock with her hand and sat down hard, all the way. We both moaned at once.

She began moving with a slow rhythm, rising and lowering, clenching her cunt around me every time she reached the bottom. I unfastened the corset in front and freed her tits so I had them right in front of my face. I sucked them while she sped up, riding me harder and harder, bracing her hands on the sofa back to gain momentum.

—You’re so hard, fuck, I feel you all the way in.

I grabbed her ass with both hands and helped her move, thrusting up from below. She started moaning louder and louder until she came trembling on me, squeezing me so hard she almost dragged me along with her. But I held on.

We moved to the bed. I put her on all fours, her head against the pillow and her ass lifted, and I ran my tongue over her cunt from back to front, slowly, eating her while she writhed. Then I drove into her from behind, gripping her hips, and fucked her until I felt her come again, her face buried in the pillow to muffle the screams.

We changed positions as if we wanted to exhaust every way of being together before dawn. She on top facing my feet. Me lying down with her seated backwards, riding me while she stroked her tits. Spooning, with one of her legs over my hip. Against the headboard, with her kneeling against the wall. When I finally couldn’t take any more, she made me lie back, slid onto me one last time, rode me fast, and when I asked her to let me come, she got off, pulled me out, and put me back in her mouth just in time to swallow the whole load.

—Now yes —she panted, lying down beside me—. Now we can sleep for a while.

At seven in the morning I drove her to the airport. In the car, with her hair still damp from our shared shower, she took my hand and squeezed it without saying a word.

—See you at the spa before Carnival —I said.

—Book the thirteenth through the eighteenth. I’ll handle everything else.

She got out of the car, smoothed down her coat, and disappeared through the boarding gate with the same elegance with which she did everything. I sat there for a moment with the engine running, smiling like an idiot, thinking that of all the customs I had inherited over the course of my life, this was without a doubt the best one.