And today, I’ve set them up just for her.
“What’s that?” I say, with mock surprise. As we step a little further down the hallway, the lights down the stairs all turn a soft glowing pink, and the scent of rose petals hovers in the air.
Ashley laughs and shakes her head. “I don’t know. What is that?”
“I guess we’d better find out,” I say with a smile, gesturing for her to take the lead.
I trail behind her, from where I can best admire both her reaction and her ass, just as perfect now as it was in that extravagant dress earlier.
As we climb higher up the stairs, other parts of the routine come on. Music begins to play from speakers scattered around the hall, tracking our progress so that we’ll always be able to hear it. I've chosen a playlist of soft music, the kind that is played in fancy spas, helping to relax the mind. This, along with the scent spraying out of air fresheners at carefully placed intervals, already creates the kind of spa-like atmosphere I was hoping to create.
But that's not all. The lights guide our way across the upper landing and towards one of the rooms, where the door is slightly open and the same pink light glows from within it. As we step inside, it softens to a warm yellow, golden like the sun, not too harsh or bright.
I’ve set up a couple of different stations within the room, which normally lies empty anyway, a foot bath sitting under a table which has a similar bath for the hands, with a comfortable and soft massage chair. Next to it, a table for a full-body massage, complete with scented oils on standby.
Finally, a trail of rose petals out of the doorway leads to a connecting room – the hot tub and wet room, already set up ready to go as soon as we want to step inside.
“What…” Ashley trails off, her eyes wide with wonder.
“A spa day for the señorita,” I tell her, bowing. “What do you want to start with?”
“You set this all up for me?” Ashley asks. Then she squints slightly. “Or do you always have a mini spa inside your home?”
I laugh. “No, not always. I had Carlos set everything up on my instruction, while we were out today. I might just have to give him a pay rise; it’s exactly as I asked of him. Now, would the señorita like to relax her hands and feet after a hard day of shopping?”
Ashley laughs, claps her hands to her face with glee, and then grins and nods. “Yes,” she says. “The señorita would.”
Chapter Eighteen
Ashley
I can't believe everything that Fernando has set up for me. Even if a cynical part of me, deep inside my mind, really does wonder whether he does the same routine for every girl he meets, I use the same technique as earlier pretending that this is all just for me because even if it isn't, I probably won't ever know the difference.
He said he would do something special for me, and he has not failed to deliver. In everything we've done together, the one thing Fernando has never done is disappoint me. If anyone could be capable of putting together a whole mini spa day just to impress one single girl, it would have to be him.
He acts almost as though he is my servant, ushering me to sit, even taking off my shoes for me so that I can dip my feet into the provided foot bath. He switches it on and presses a few buttons, and a delightful foam froths up around my feet while the device vibrates gently and eases all of the aches from walking.
Then he takes a seat opposite me, pulling up a chair from the other side of the room, and reaches for my hands. One by one, in silence, he carefully massages hand cream into my palms, the backs of my hands, and each of my individual fingers and thumb. It feels amazing, and before long I find myself moaning in delight. What is it with Fernando and always being able to make me moan like that?
When that is done, I open my eyes in disappointment, wishing it could have lasted a bit longer. But I soon realized that the only reason Fernando has stopped is that he’s moving on to the next stage. He lowers my hands into a gently warmed bath of water and presses another button on the bottom of this bowl, which turns out to also be a massage device. I find grooves inside it for my fingers when he directs me, and rest for a while as the gentle motion completely lulls and relaxes me.
“Would the señorita like some refreshments?” he asks. “A drink, perhaps?”
“Why not?” I say, absolutely loving every moment of this. I’ve never been treated this way. I haven’t ever felt this special at an actual spa, on the one time I was able to go to one. It was my best friend’s sixteenth birthday, and her parents gave us both vouchers to go and get treatments. It was nowhere near as good as this, and we’re only just getting started.