Don’t worry, this post is rated PG.
I had a facial today, my first. It was so much more than I expected. It got me thinking about other sensual experiences I’ve had.
Like my first massage. On the beach in Mexico. White curtains blowing in the breeze. I remember that he massaged my hands which I found a little too intimate.
I love massages. My sister in law gives great ones. Full body massages, very professionally. I get so relaxed that I get concerned I’m gonna drool.
Once at a resort in the Dominican Republic, I experienced a water spa. I’ve been to two since then but none as amazing as the first. It was raining lightly that day. We followed the gal to the locker room on board walks in a rain forest, the rain falling lightly on our hair. She gave us robes and pointed out the outdoor shower. I washed my hair with amazing smelling shampoos and body wash. We were then led into a wet sauna, so steamy we couldn’t see our hands in front of us. A couple of minutes later, the gal opened the room and threw something on the floor. Eucalyptus. Smelled amazing.
Next we walked along in our robes, sweat dripping from every pore, to a small closet with a bucket. She pointed to the chain. I pulled it. Cold water splashed all over me. It felt amazing.
Next was walking on hot rocks, then she led us down into a big, warm pool. She instructed us to lean over a rock ledge in the center then she turned on a water cannon and shot warm water in streams all over our backs, massaging them. Unbelievable.
Next she showed me into a small pool with three steps down. She said to try to stay for one minute. It was absolutely freezing. I managed to dip down, it took my breath completely away but did it. I had goose bumps over my entire body as i got out. She led us back to the pool. As I went down the steps and warm water engulfed me, every pore tingled, tingled as my skin warmed. We finished with a standard hot tub and then a dry sauna.
Lying on a beach just about anywhere. The hot sun warming my skin, the ocean waves washing up on the beach after crashing gently, the smells of coconut oil and the sea. Cold drink, usually an icy sweet strawberry Marguerite in hand.
The facial today was much more sensual an experience than I expected. The room was set up like a massage with a table that I laid under the covers, the lights low, soft music playing. The gal washed my face with scrubby stuff that smelled good several times then used hot towels to rinse it. She massaged my face with gentle circles and strokes and pats. She put on a bunch of different good smelling stuff then left something on to let it dry for about 10 minutes. I forgot she was in the room and fell asleep and woke myself snoring a couple of times. She was sitting above my head where i couldn’t see her and must have been holding in laughter. Then she put on a really thick gel like cold mask, all over, and filled in my lips and eye sockets so the only thing open were my nostrils. She also let that dry so I took another short nap. Then she peeled that off in one big piece and went to work putting good smelling stuff on with soft strokes. My face felt plump and smooth when I walked out completely relaxed. I was in there over two hours.
dianegclark 