5 comments/ 65682 views/ 5 favorites The Full Package - Tuesday By: PacullaAnnia This is the third day of Dave & Lisa's adventures in the Caribbean. You may want to read the previous chapters to understand the story line and appreciate the various relationships. WARNING: This is a long story. Period. For those of you like character build-up, a reasonable amount of realism, and some mystery, I think it will be worth your time. * In the morning Dave was awakened by a bubbling Cody who asked if he was still coming on the boat trip. He raised his head - which started an awful throbbing deep in the center of his brain - and turned carefully to look over at Lisa. She was still sacked out and had a pillow over her head. Cody followed his gaze. "She's not going anywhere," she smiled. "I gave her some aspirin and B12, but she wouldn't even talk to me. You two must have had a great time last night." Dave winced and dropped his head back down, groaning from the resulting pain. "Or not," she added. "Ok, well, I've got to go get ready but I'll check back before I leave." She gently stroked his hair back from his face and smiled slightly before heading into the bathroom. When Dave heard the shower start up, he suddenly realized that he had to pee like a racehorse. He hadn't moved since he hit the bed last night and with all that alcohol, his bladder was crying out for release. Seeing no alternative, he dragged himself out of the cot and nearly blacked out when he stood. He braced himself on the bed and when he could see again, he stumbled over to the bathroom door. Dave knocked twice but didn't hear anything, so he opened the door and shuffled towards the toilet, politely looking down. About halfway there some instinct made him glance to the left towards the mirror and his eye was automatically drawn to the flash of bare flesh in the shower. Despite his pounding head, he couldn't help but appreciate Cody's beautiful backside, from her delicate shoulders down the smooth-skinned inward curve of her sides to the slight flare of her feminine hips. She had a tight heart-shaped ass, and he knew that when he was feeling better the memory of her bare naked cheeks -- with even a flash of pink lips hanging between them - would totally turn him on. Cody was rinsing her hair and seemed not to notice him as he passed. When he finished his business at the toilet and finally opened the inner door, Cody was standing in front of the mirror drying off. The sight of her perky breasts jutting towards the mirror as she rubbed the towel over her head made his jaw drop. She hadn't noticed him yet, and he quickly recovered and drew the door back to a thin crack. He was stuck. He either had to announce his presence and have her wonder how much he had already seen, or he had to wait until she left the bathroom, in which case she would eventually figure out he was in there anyway. He took a breath and raised his hand to knock, but before he did, he saw through the crack that Cody was now drying her legs, leaning over and letting her full breasts swing down. Dave's hand seemed to stop of its own will. Fascinated by the water slowly dripping off her nipples, Dave barely noticed her progress from her ankles, around her knees, and finally to her upper thighs. Cody spread her legs slightly and brought the towel up, reaching back between her cheeks to rub back and forth several times. It was a natural action - to dry her genitals both front and back, but it seemed like a particularly intimate, almost crude movement to Dave and it strangely excited him even more than the view of her naked body. After finishing her torso and backside, Cody reached down between her legs again but with her bare hand. Dave couldn't tell what she was doing, but apparently she didn't like what she found, because she walked to the shower to get her bikini bottoms, affording Dave a great view of her ass again. She stepped back in front of the mirror and slipped on the bikini, pulling it tight as she stood and then sliding her fingers along the crotch. Dave thought this might be an opportune time to knock, now that she was at least partially dressed, but she suddenly pulled down the bikini and reached for a small blue bottle and a razor on the counter. Dave hesitated again as she pulled out a stool he hadn't noticed before from under the counter. Cody opened the bottle and used her fingers to spread some sort of cream between her legs. Dave came close to falling over against the door when Cody lifted her left foot up onto the stool and turned slightly, completely displaying to him her cream-covered pussy. He caught himself by grabbing the frame of the door then held his breath while he waited for Cody to investigate the noise. Amazingly, she didn't seem to notice and proceeded to wet the razor in the sink and begin carefully shaving herself. Occasionally she would pull aside her outer labia with one hand to shave sufficiently close and by the time she was done, Dave was sure that she was as smooth as a little girl. She trimmed the 'landing strip', as he had heard it called, just above her clit then washed off the whole area with a wet cloth. His cock had long ago risen to full mast despite his hangover, and Dave's hand had automatically begun squeezing it through his underwear. He knew he should feel guilty at his peeping on his sister, but somehow his experience last night had almost inured him to the standard prodding of his conscience. He thought Cody was being a little too thorough even for her size of bikini when she stepped down from the stool and bent over, turning her butt to the mirror and even reaching back to spread her cheeks. Dave finally felt a flush of embarrassment when he saw his sister look back into the mirror, reach between her legs and rub a finger around her exposed asshole, apparently checking for any stray hairs. "Do women really worry about guys looking that closely at their asses?" he silently wondered. Knowing himself, he supposed that they should, although it still seemed weird that they would be more concerned with the presentability of their intimate areas than the fact that they were being ogled there in the first place. Then again -- Cody had bought those tiny bikinis for a reason… Seemingly satisfied with the results of her investigation, Cody stood up, wrapped a towel around herself, and stepped towards the outer door. Not realizing that he had been holding his breath, Dave involuntarily let it out in a loud whoosh. Suddenly Cody stopped and cocked her head. Dave willed himself not to make a sound as she hesitated, but it was too late. She turned and walked quickly over to the stall door. Flinging it open, she found Dave on his knees with the toilet lid up. "Oh! I didn't know you were in here." She sounded anxious. "I didn't feel good and I was just…" He moved his head between her and the toilet and reached up to flush it lest she look too closely at what was, or wasn't, in the bowl. "You know, 'worshiping at the porcelain altar'." He attempted a sickly smile. "Oh," she said again, and seemed to let out a breath. "Ok, that's good." Dave raised his eyebrows. "I mean -- I'm sorry, that sucks. I meant that it's probably good that you're getting out whatever it was," she tried to explain. "Anyway, good luck. I've got to, um…" She turned slightly and pointed in the general direction of the bedroom. "I've got to go get dressed." She sounded flustered, but not suspicious, Dave hoped. She smiled encouragingly and quietly shut the door. ------- Lisa spent the rest of the morning in bed, alternately sleeping and groaning. Dave wasn't much better off, but he got her to drink some water and take a few aspirin when he wasn't trying to keep his head still. Cody had left long ago on the boat trip with Armand and Dave genuinely hoped she was having a good time. Finally at around 11:30, he woke out of a light sleep to hear Lisa ask, "Dave? Um, did we have sex last night?" He glanced over -- slowly -- and saw her looking strangely at her fingers while she rubbed them together. "No - why?" He responding unthinkingly before it hit him why she might be asking. He saw her reach down under the sheets to her legs. "Don't you remember?" He asked hopefully. "No…" She brought her hand up to look at her fingers again. "I don't remember anything… except that we were going to some party…." She shook her head, then grabbed it and moaned loudly in pain. He waited until she quieted down. "It was pretty nice, actually. Maybe Armand will invite us up again when we're sober and you can remember it." He had a sudden flash of his wife's legs spread on the edge of the hot-tub, the muscular young man's face buried between them. A now-familiar mixture of jealousy and excitement accompanied the image. "What's this stuff on me?" Lisa had sat up again and pulled down the sheets to look at herself. "Oh." Dave thought fast. "Well, we all went swimming in the ocean and there was a bunch of sea-weed." He cringed inwardly at how weak it sounded. "That's probably salt and stuff from the sea-weed. I had the same thing on me but I took a shower." He would have felt bad about lying, but he knew that the truth would have been much worse for her. "Yuck!" She said. "It's all over me." She tried to get up but fell against the bed. "Ow! Um, hon, can you help me please?" Dave breathed a silent sigh of relief and went to go help his wife to the shower. -------- Lunch was a quiet affair for the most part, but when Lisa had eaten something and seemed likely to keep it down, she asked Dave how Cody seemed this morning. "She looked pretty good. I mean, happy, you know." Lisa nodded, carefully. "I think she likes this guy, Armand," she said. "And he seems really nice -- like a gentleman." She paused for a while. Dave wasn't sure where this was going. "Yeah, ok -- but she just met him, remember." Lisa looked over at him. "Do you remember what happened when we had 'just met'? That weekend out at the Kennington's beach house?" He lifted an eyebrow at her and she grinned ruefully. "I mean -- afterwards…" She looked down then, suddenly quiet. "We fell hard pretty fast," she finally continued. Dave couldn't think of anything to say to that, although his current opinion of their relationship made him want to run and warn Cody not to fall in love too quickly. He wondered how long you really needed to get to know someone before it was "safe" to fall in love with them. It didn't matter, he supposed, since your heart (and your hormones) would never listen anyway. "In any case, she deserves to have a chance -- to see if it goes anywhere, you know,' Lisa finished. "So then -- you're ok with staying?" she asked. "What?!" Dave had been thinking about the questionable state of their marriage and must have missed something. "I said, you're ok with staying and keeping an eye on her, then." Lisa sighed in frustration. "Are you even listening to me? Armand seems like a nice guy and all, but that doesn't mean I'm going to leave her here by herself. Our parents would never forgive me!" So, Dave thought to himself, not only was there no chance of having the romantic reconnection with his wife he had hoped for, but now he was going to be relegated to the position of baby-sitter for the rest of the week. Dave didn't say anything, but he knew he didn't have much choice in the matter. The rest of lunch was spent in silence as Lisa nursed her still aching head and Dave wondered if it was too early to start drinking again. ------ After lunch Lisa suggested they take advantage of their credits at the hotel salon, since it was the only thing she really felt up for. Dave wasn't really too excited about a pedicure or facial, but he noticed that the 'romance package' had something called a "couple's massage", so they headed to the salon reception desk and asked the girl there what it involved. From what they could tell from her broken English, two different masseuses gave each of them a massage in the same room. "That sounds good," Lisa said. "Can we get one today?" The girl told them that she would have to call to verify and that they could wait by the pool which was just down another short hallway. They found the door to the pool area and sat and dunked their feet, still trying to clear their heads. Within just a few minutes, though, they saw the girl come out the door to the spa area. "Señor? Señora?" She walked over to them and flashed them a smile. Dave tried to look up at her face, but it was difficult because she had on an extremely short black mini-skirt he hadn't noticed before when she was behind the counter. She came and stood right next them, apparently oblivious to the fact that, from his angle sitting on the edge of the pool, they had a clear shot of the little 'v' of red panties between her thighs. "I spoke with el gerente on the telephone. He promise that massage terapistas here in half hour." She smiled even more broadly. "He said massage 'on the house'." They thanked her and she turned and walked back to the door, but not before Lisa caught him staring at the bare brown curves of her small ass revealed by the tiny skirt. The red of her g-string barely glinted from between her cheeks and Dave thought the view just might be worth whatever punishment he was about to receive from Lisa. Strangely, though, when he looked over at her, Lisa raised her eyebrows and gave him a Cheshire cat smile -- a smile which raised the hair on the back of his neck. He would have preferred some yelling or even a public slap, but she said nothing and turned back to splashing her feet in the pool. He couldn't help but wonder if this had something to do with last night, or worse -- that she was going to wait to get back at him somehow. When they returned to the spa, the receptionist said that the masseuses were on their way and that she would direct them where to go. She led them down a short hallway to a changing room and told them to go ahead and change into the robes that were hanging on the door and then meet her in the room across the hall. Lisa spoke up, "Are we supposed to, you know…" she looked over at Dave for help. "…take off everything?" Dave finished for her and smiled at the girl. "Por supuesto. Of course." The girl scrunched her brows together like it was a silly question and motioned again towards the changing room. As they got undressed together, Dave reminded her, "You've had massages before -- don't you usually take it all off?" "Well, yeah, but there's going to be four of us in there, right?" "No worries, hon. You should feel even safer because I'll be in there to watch over you." Dave grinned. He was still surprised that she wasn't angrier at him for ogling the receptionist, but he was looking forward to the massage and wasn't going to let fear ruin it. "I guess so," Lisa replied. She pulled down her panties and Dave couldn't help but stare at her completely shaved pubic mound. She saw where he was looking and smiled, "Oh, yeah, you haven't seen me since yesterday's shave, have you? You like it?" "Um, yeah. It just surprised me," Dave lied. He was thinking back again to the night before when her bare pussy was spread wide on the edge of Armand's hot tub. His cock gave an involuntary twitch and he realized he was going to have to control his thoughts if he was to make it through this massage with his self-respect intact. Lisa looked down at his growing erection and raised her eyebrows. "I think someone more than likes it." She covered her nakedness with her bathrobe, but stepped over to him and reached between his legs to give his cock a quick squeeze. "You better be careful or you're going to scare off your masseuse -- or masseur!" She raised her eyebrows and laughed. Dave pulled away, trying hard to think of the last five football teams to win the superbowl. The massage room was cozy, with just enough room for two massage tables and the two masseuses to work around them. Music was already playing and the air smelled of lavender. The receptionist told them to go ahead and disrobe and lie on their stomachs on the tables and the masseuses would be in shortly. Dave was a little disappointed that her little black skirt was not so revealing when he was standing looking down at her. Dave was already on his stomach attempting to pull the provided towel up over his bare ass when Lisa finally, if hesitantly, put her robe on a hook and climbed on the table. "No worries, hon!" Dave reassured her. She grimaced back at him. No sooner had she got her towel up over the rise of her cheeks than a thin but muscularly handsome male walked in wearing terry cloth shorts and a tight hotel-logo polo. "¡Hola, amigos!" Dave turned his head and felt his teeth grind together. "You are going to have the best massage today and we are going to have the best time!" He grinned at them ingratiatingly. "You've got to be kidding!" Dave couldn't hold back. Lisa looked up in surprise. "Pablo? What are you doing here?" Smiling even wider if that were possible, Pablo stepped over to the shelf near her and began arranging bottles of oil for the massage. "I am masseur for hotel. AND snorkel adventure leader!" Lisa turned her head towards Dave and he noticed she had an annoyingly satisfied smile on her face. "No worries, right, Dave?" Just then the door opened again and Lisa gave a small gasp when she saw a pretty young girl walk in. "Oh, hello again," she smiled at Lisa. She walked over to Dave's side of the room. "Were you able to wear your new bikini ok?" she directed at Lisa. Lisa looked like she had just swallowed a goldfish, and Dave suddenly guessed who the girl was. "No worries, right Lisa?" He tried to keep his face straight as Lisa glowered suspiciously at him. The first part of the massage went fine for Dave, and the girl, who introduced herself as Nisa, had strong hands and a sure touch that soon had him sighing contentedly. He would occasionally glance over and see Pablo working on Lisa - which tended to disrupt his tranquility with a flash of jealousy - but she seemed to have her eyes closed every time. Both Pablo and Nisa had left the towels in place, concentrating on their shoulders and backs first. When Nisa reached Dave's buttocks, she pulled the towel over so that it only covered his right cheek and began thoroughly massaging his gluteus and left thigh. Dave was slightly surprised that she didn't tuck the towel in more as he had noticed in past massages, since her hands were delving deep between his legs and even occasionally sliding into his crack. Nisa was very confident and business-like, though, so he didn't think more on it until she switched to the other cheek. She barely left it covering his left buttock and she slightly but firmly spread his thighs apart several inches. He couldn't help but grunt inquiringly when her hand slid up his thigh and barely brushed his scrotum. "It is very important to get all of the joints where the muscles and bones meet," she said matter-of-factly as way of answering. It suddenly occurred to Dave to look over at Lisa again. Her eyes were still closed, but he could see that she was in a very similar position as him. The towel seemed to be covering more of her, but Pablo was working his hands in her upper thigh and buttocks area just as thoroughly. Dave was on the verge of saying something when Nisa lowered her rubbing down his leg and Pablo seemed to follow suit on Lisa. He bit his tongue and tried to enjoy her strong hands rolling out the stress of his leg muscles. He couldn't help but wonder what view Nisa had of his genitals from her position -- the towel was barely on one cheek still and with his thighs spread he was sure that she could see his balls and asshole. He glanced over at his wife and realized that Pablo had almost the exact same view as Nisa, though Lisa's towel appeared to be covering slightly more. The Full Package - Tuesday When Nisa finished with his feet and toes, she moved up to his head and whispered to him to roll over. She held the towel up while he did so, providing a semblance of privacy, but when he laid back down, he discovered to his shame that her accidental brushing as well as watching his wife had affected him more than he had realized. His cock had thickened and grown to a half-erection and definitely created a bulge in the towel. He was glad that Nisa began applying a new cream to his face, as he was sure that he had turned beet red. After gently rubbing in the cream, Nisa placed a hot towel over his face and began working with the oil again on his shoulders and chest. When her hands stroked down over his nipples to feather out to his sides, he had yet another realization: he hadn't been watching when Lisa turned over and couldn't tell how Pablo had covered her breasts -- if he had at all! Dave had heard from female friends that some salons in Europe just massage the breasts as if the client was a man, to avoid making it awkward as well as for increased circulation -- supposedly - but Dave had always been suspicious of the justification as well as the therapeutic benefits. His blood began to pump harder in anxiety and, admittedly, a little excitement at thinking of what was going on a few feet away. When he heard his wife give a small gasp, then a giggle, he nearly tore off the warm towel from his face, but just then Nisa peeled it off herself and when he turned, with forced casualness, to look over at his wife, Pablo's hands were already down at her stomach rubbing in slow circles. Her breasts, however, were completely exposed and her large pink nipples were obviously stiff and pointing straight at the ceiling. The sight of his wife's bare breasts, with their wide areola's and hard nipples still gleaming from the oil, had an immediate effect on Dave. The knowledge that they were bare to Pablo, and the fact that he had obviously just been rubbing oil on them, made it all the worse in terms of how fast the blood was pumping to his groin and how stiff his cock had become. Nisa had already begun massaging his hips and he had no doubt that she was aware of the obvious tent he had accidentally created. He looked at her face, now barely a foot from the apex of the towel, and he could tell that she was staring intently at it, although the rest of her face was carefully expressionless. Fortunately, Nisa didn't mention his condition, but she couldn't help but move the towel when she stroked around his hips and abdomen. It was almost comical as she pressed on his pubic bone and down into the joints around his groin, since the small towel now just barely covered the full eight inches of his cock and each time she pressed down, the shaft would be pulled one way or another then spring back into place. The friction from the towel's movement was undermining his attempts to think of something non-sexual, and he was giving up hope of "willing" his erection to go down. He hoped that Lisa hadn't noticed his embarrassing situation, and he looked over to see her eyes still closed and her towel still demurely covering her pubic area. Pablo had switched to her thighs - keeping his hands down below the edge of the towel, but Dave noticed that he kept glancing over at him, almost as if he were checking to see if Dave was watching him. Just then Nisa pulled his right knee out to the side, exposing his inner thigh and right buttock. He looked up at her, but she ignored his questioning glance and concentrated on pushing a deep stroke with both hands into his muscles from the knee all the way up into his groin. When her thumbs touched his balls they began kneading the joints and muscles all around his scrotum, pressing deeply at one point on either side of his perineum. Without any hesitation, Nisa shifted her hold and swung his knee up towards his chest, stretching his hamstring -- but also causing the towel to slide up his erection. Dave was afraid to look, but he could feel that the towel was now just dangling from the tip and from the sudden draft he could tell that the rest of his shaft and balls must be fully exposed. Dave glanced over towards the other table, but his view was blocked by Pablo's back. All he could see was his wife's face -- her eyes firmly closed and her mouth slightly open -- and her right knee up by her breast. Pablo was leaning over her leg to push the stretch just as Nisa was doing to him, but his right arm was moving in a circular motion. Before he could assimilate what that meant, he felt Nisa's hand again, this time pushing into his right buttock and continuing on into his groin. While never directly stroking his genitals, her hand rubbed purposefully all around them, brushing them with the backs of her fingertips as she massaged his groin and pubic area thoroughly. The towel never quite fell off completely, and its weight on the tip of his cock kept it pointing up towards his head. At one point Nisa gently grasped his shaft to hold it aside as she rubbed over his pubic bone down to the base of his erection. She was so professional and confident in her movements that Dave never quite felt the moment was right to question her, even though his face was thoroughly flushed with embarrassment at his state of excitement. He could only hope that she was used to her other male customers experiencing similar problems. When she moved to the other side of the table to do the same with his left leg, he was so distracted by all the stimulation around his penis that he forgot to look over and see what was going on with Lisa. When he heard her give a low moan and he finally did glance over, Nisa was blocking his view of her from the waist down. He did see that her left knee was up near her chest, just as Nisa had placed his. Dave belatedly began to wonder what was going on with her towel and what exactly Pablo could see at this point, but he suddenly had to refocus on his own situation when he felt Nisa's finger rubbing oil right around his asshole. She stroked with one finger, occasionally pressing into the tight muscles around the sphincter, while her other hand continued its rubbing around his pubic area. His leg remained bent in its stretch, so other having to occasionally push aside his swollen balls, she had direct access to his sensitive anus. Dave groaned involuntarily when Nisa's finger momentarily slipped inside him -- accidentally, he thought at first. It kept circling back and sliding in, though, and soon she was stroking it up inside almost an inch as his muscles began to relax. Each time she did so, his cock would give an answering jerk upwards and the second time it happened the towel finally gave up and slipped off the tip, causing his erection to pop up like a spring. He looked up to see a slight wrinkle around Nisa's lips as she suppressed a smile, but there was no pause in her ministrations around his genitals. Dave had never had a masseuse massage him so intimately before and the small amount of brainpower that wasn't focused on the wonderful feelings in his groin wondered whether this was customary at the hotel or if this had been specially arranged for them both. Them both… a tiny voice was telling him that he should be worried about something. Before he could respond to the small but urgent voice, his cock felt a soft, gentle stroke along its upper surface. He immediately looked down and saw Nisa's hand stroking again over his balls and the shaft of his cock. She leaned down and whispered in his ear. "You like me to touch here?" she asked. Dave found that his mouth was quite dry, so it took him a moment to reply. "What?" he asked with a slight crack in his voice. She teasingly stroked his balls and shaft once again with the tips of her fingers, sliding the middle finger of her other hand slightly deeper into his ass. "You want me to massage here?" she repeated, her breath in his ear causing a tingling down his spine. "Mmmm" he responded, his hips involuntarily pressing upwards for more contact on his straining cock. She seemed to take that as a yes as she poured a healthy amount of oil onto the tip of his penis and spread it over the head and down the shaft. It felt excruciatingly good after the build-up and Dave could only moan and thrust as Nisa gave his cock the first of several long, slow strokes, squeezing the skin up over the head at the top before sliding back down to the thick base. He heard a groan to his left and suddenly he remembered the small voice's warning. He could just barely see past Nisa's hips, but what he saw almost made him scream in anger at the same time it nearly caused him to cum in Nisa's expert hands. While his emotions reacted instantly, Dave's mind only slowly processed the horrible scene in front of him: Lisa's left knee was up near her breasts and her rapid breathing and erect nipples made her excitement obvious. Her left leg was wrapped around Pablo's waist in what would normally be considered a hamstring stretch, but which had a much more intimate implication in the context of her near-complete nudity. Her towel, never large to begin with, had been pushed up over her belly button and the lower edge now barely reached the top of her pussy. At least, that was Dave's best guess, since Pablo's large hand now completely covered his wife's bare pussy from her pubic bone down. As he watched in stunned silence, Pablo methodically pressed the heel of his palm in a circle over Lisa's clit while two of his long fingers pumped smoothly in and out of her wet puffy lips. His left arm was extended further down between her legs where Dave could barely make out his other hand moving in and out between her cheeks. He could only imagine that her asshole was getting the same treatment as his own. Time had slowed for Dave while his mind tried to grapple with this new reality. He was only dimly aware of Nisa's continued stroking of his shaft and the deep pleasure coming from her invasion of his ass. Suddenly Lisa bit her lower lip and he looked down to see her thrusting her pelvis up against Pablo's hands, partially waking Dave out of his confusion. It was only then that his brain registered where Lisa's hands were. Her right hand was rubbing her breast, occasionally tweaking her stiff nipple, but the other had somehow managed to lower Pablo's terry-cloth shorts and pull out a frighteningly large cock. Her relatively tiny hand was wrapped around the half-hard member and was quickly stroking it to full erection -- a state that Dave was honestly afraid to see given how thick and long it was in its current state. In the instant before he yelled out, Lisa moaned loudly and clamped her legs together around Pablo's hands, bucking up and down against his continued thrusting. "What the hell?!" Dave heard himself shout. His yell had several simultaneous effects: Nisa squeezed harder on his cock and pulled up, probably thinking he was cumming and almost causing him to do so despite his sudden anxiety; Lisa's eyes popped open at the same time she dropped her hand from Pablo's hardening cock -- but it was too late and she continued to convulse and moan in obvious orgasm; Pablo looked over at Dave and grinned, although the look on his face must have been bad because the grin quickly turned lopsided and he shrugged before carefully pulling his hands from between Lisa's trembling thighs. The next five minutes were some of the most awkward Dave had ever experienced. Lisa flushed a beet red -- although from embarrassment or orgasm he couldn't be sure - and pulled down the towel to cover her wet and swollen pussy, carefully avoiding Dave's eyes. Nisa looked at him in confusion then turned to see Lisa crawl unsteadily off the table to look for her robe. Unfortunately, Nisa kept a hold of his still hard cock and when Lisa grabbed her robe and finally turned to hesitantly glance at Dave, her eyes locked on the young woman's hands around his shaft. Nisa let go, finally realizing that the massage was over, but it was too late for Dave. Lisa's mouth dropped open then quickly snapped shut as her eyes shot up to glare accusingly at his still-belligerent face. It was Dave's turn to flush red but his anger buoyed up his stupidity for a moment longer. "I can't believe you!" His mouth seemed to say automatically even while his mind warned him of his foolishness. She stared at him for a moment, her nipples still hard and poking out accusingly at him. "I'll see you back at the room." Lisa's voice was dangerously low and she calmly closed her robe over her glistening nakedness and stalked out, albeit with a slight wobble. Out of the corner of his eye Dave could see Pablo toweling off his wet fingers. Not wanting to see his smug grin, Dave turned to Nisa and tersely apologized, then pulled on his robe and went to find his clothes. ------- Dave was hoping that it would be a silent walk back to the room, but Lisa was waiting for him outside the salon, and she looked like she was about to boil over. "You are the biggest asshole I have ever known!" she yelled, then shook her head and began walking off. After a few steps, though, she turned again, "And a hypocrite! How dare you make me feel guilty when you…" her voice dropped to a fierce whisper, "…when you let 'little miss thang' jack you off!" He looked around, hoping no-one was within hearing distance in the hotel hallway. "Look, Lisa…" "No, you look Dave! You could have stopped all that in there at any point, but no! You let it go as long as it was feeling good to you. The second you get jealous…!" She looked like she was going to hit him. "That's not true!" he interrupted, backing away a little. "Or not totally, at least. Maybe I shouldn't have let it go on. Maybe the moment she touched me I should have stopped her." Lisa shook her head and started walking away again. "But I didn't and neither did you!" Dave yelled after her. "You're still a big fat hypocrite!" Lisa yelled over her shoulder. Dave took a deep breath and ran after her. When he caught up to her at the elevators, she started in again, "You don't know how awful I felt when I saw your face! Your self-rightous, hypocritical face!" Now she looked like she was going to cry. "I know. I'm sorry." He tried to take her hand but she pulled away. "I just hate that guy Pablo. There's something about him - something slimy." He dropped his voice as the elevator doors opened and an older couple got out. "I just couldn't stand the sight of him… doing that to you." He smiled tightly and nodded at the older pair as they passed. "Oh, so you would have let him 'do it to me' if it had been someone else?!" Lisa was angry again and the older couple gave them a scandalized look and hurried down the hall. Dave rolled his eyes, then had to jump to catch the elevator as Lisa pushed the 'door closed' button repeatedly. "No. I mean… I don't know." At that point, he really wasn't sure where his boundaries were. He tried a different tack: "Weren't you jealous when you saw that girl… you know?" They had finally got off the elevator on their floor and were close to their room, but Lisa stopped for a moment, narrowing her eyes in thought. When she finally answered her voice was dangerously quiet. "Not really. Just mad at you for being a hypocrite." Dave winced at the repetition of that word -- mainly because he knew she was at least partially right. She started walking again. "I don't know, Dave, maybe it's a sign…" He was stopped from asking her what she meant by that by the sound of yelling inside their room. He quickly put his keycard to the lock and opened the door to find Armand standing outside the bathroom with his arms folded, listening to someone -- apparently Cody -- yelling through the door. "What's going on?" Dave immediately asked. "Your sister! She won't come out!" Armand responded in an exasperated tone. "But... what is she doing in there?!" Lisa asked. "He didn't warn me about the damn boat, that's what!" Cody yelled through the door. In response to their raised eyebrows, Armand sheepishly replied, "I forgot to tell her that my friends…. they like to go nude on the boat, that's all. It's really not a big deal…" he tapered off. "Yeah, it's a big deal!" Cody yelled from within the bathroom. Apparently she was listening through the door. "And it wasn't just your friends, was it Armand? Tell them! We were already way out on the ocean when he comes out on deck with his big dick swinging around telling me I 'need to relax' and 'let loose'!" Dave couldn't help but smile at hearing his little sister yelling "big dick" through the door, but he quickly frowned again when he saw Lisa glaring at him. "And they weren't all just naked, either!" she continued. "I saw what your friends were doing, Armand! That's disgusting!" "Look, I think you better leave, Armand," Lisa said. "And that goes for you, too!" She turned and glared again at Dave, who gave her his best 'what did I do?' look. "Both of you -- out, now!" She waved them towards the door. "It's ok, Cody, the sex-fiends are leaving. Let me in." Dave heard the bathroom door open as the outer door shut with finality behind him and Armand. He turned to shrug at him. "You want a beer?" he asked. ------- Fifteen minutes later the two were sitting in the hotel's main lounge working on their second beer, trading stories of awful experiences with ex-girlfriends. After a particularly ball-shriveling story from Armand involving an alleged drug-lord's daughter and a machete, Dave decided to broach the topic of his most current source of woe. "Armand, I don't want to get anyone in trouble or anything, but I have to ask you something," he started. "Yes -- whatever you'd like, my friend." "Well, Lisa and I went in for that 'couple's massage' you recommended…" he paused, unsure of how to discuss it without getting Nisa in trouble. "Yes?" Armand asked, the hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Did you like it?" "It was…interesting." He took another drink. Looking down at his beer, he took a deep breath and let it all out in a rush: "Lisa's masseur got a little more intimate than I expected…. and I got mad -- that's why she's upset with me -- and I was just wondering if that's common here. You know, like if it's what they normally do during massages. I'm just not sure whether to be angry or what," he finished, suddenly realizing the implications of what he just said, with Armand being a manager and even semi-owner of the hotel. He wondered why he even brought it up -- whether he secretly wanted to get Pablo fired or if he genuinely wanted advice or if he was just frazzled by the events of the last 24 hours. When he dared to lift his eyes to meet Armand's, he was surprised to see a wry smile on his face. "Ah, mi amigo Dave." Armand shook his head. "I am genuinely sorry if that upset you. I have to tell you a little secret, though." He leaned forward. "The massage - it was a special gift I arranged for you and your wife." He sat back and took a swig of his beer as he let that sink in. "The girl -- Nisa -- she was supposed to ask permission, you know. And the other -- he was only supposed to do exactly as much as Nisa did." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Exactly." He leaned in close again, "So, my friend, I have a question for you: did my staff do what they were supposed to do?" Dave sat in stunned silence for a moment before answering. This was a side of the 'gentlemanly' Armand that he had not yet seen nor would ever have expected. Perhaps Cody was justifiably disturbed after all… He would definitely have to ask her about that boat ride. The Full Package - Tuesday Armand was still watching him with that knowing smile that was just starting to get under his skin. "Yes," he finally had to admit. "Ah, so maybe your wife -- she is upset for a reason, no?" Armand clapped him on the shoulder and sat back, smiling even more broadly if that were possible. "I am not taking sides, of course, my friend. I understand you. I just think it is good to see all angles." He took another drink. "No, I think that you and I are very similar men. We both want the best of both worlds… you know what I mean?" Dave wasn't sure that he did, but just then his wife walked into the lounge, wearing a beach wrap and leading a scowling Cody behind her. She spotted them and made a bee-line to where they sat at the bar, ignoring the appraising glances of the conference goers dotting the lounge. Her wrap was nearly transparent and wasn't very long to begin with, and Cody's similar attire displayed much of her perfect legs as well as her very distracting cleavage. "Gentlemen?" Lisa's sarcastic tone was not lost on Dave and he wondered if he should start arranging for another room. "We have decided to forgive you." Both men's eyes opened wide in surprise. "Temporarily!" Lisa qualified. "You are on probation until further notice." Armand opened his mouth, but Lisa put her hand up to interrupt him. "You will respect our principles," she said, looking at Armand, "appreciate us as women with our own needs and feelings," here she glared at Dave, "and apologize for treating us unfairly." Dave and Armand spoke over each other as they immediately and profusely apologized to both women. Dave wasn't sure which action he was apologizing for, exactly, but finally decided that it was for all of them, both errors and omissions, and he was relieved that the last night before Lisa left might not be spent sleeping on the beach after all. "AND," Lisa raised her hand again to continue, "you must be punished." Dave's heart sank. "We challenge you to a chicken fight in the pool," she said with mock seriousness. Lisa stepped closer to Dave and pulled aside her wrap, revealing that she wore -- barely - one of the tiny g-strings which Cody had bought just the morning before. With a smile and a burst of adrenaline that seemed to overcome all effects of his recent beers, Dave raced to the room to get his suit, vaguely aware of Armand rushing off to the elevators to get his own. -------- By the time Dave joined his wife and sister at the hotel pool, Armand was there and apparently had had time to think about the "challenge". "Maybe we could do this in my pool upstairs," he suggested, glancing around at the guests and several staff members within view of the pool. "Scared we're going to cream you?" Lisa asked, piña colada in hand. Apparently the girls had noticed that Dave and Armand had a head start on the alcohol and were trying to catch up. "I thought you were going to take it easy today, Lisa," Dave cautioned her when he joined them. "How's your head?" Lisa raised her eyebrows, "Still feeling protective, are we?" She took another sip. "Ever heard of 'hair of the dog that bit you?'" she asked. Dave didn't feel like he was in a good position to push her, and he really didn't care that much, anyway. He noticed that Cody was sitting by the pool, still looking gloomy, but judging by the empty cup by her side, she was intent on changing her mood one way or the other. "Are you ready to rumble?" Lisa prompted them, taking off her cover-up. He couldn't help but gasp even though she had allowed him a glimpse a few minutes before. The top was made up of a thin string and two inch-wide vertical strips that didn't quite cover her areolas. The bottoms were not much wider. There was no way she could have worn the bikini before her shave yesterday, he realized. He could also clearly see the outline of her pussy: either the loss of pubic hair just had that fortuitous effect or there was almost no lining in that suit. "Are you done staring, boys?" Lisa shot at both of them with a glare. She spun smartly on her heal and jumped into the water, giving them a brief show of her mostly bare ass. Dave was strangely proud of her still-firm butt and couldn't help but smile when he saw Armand give her an appraising look. Cody had already gotten in so he wasn't sure what she was wearing - only that it would have been enough to get them thrown out of most hotels in the states. It probably would have been so here, he guessed, if the owner's son didn't have a crush on her. As he ordered a drink from a waiter, he reflected that it was strange how some of the most prudish women seemed to enjoy flaunting their bodies so much -- or at least it seemed so with his sister. There weren't very many people in the pool fortunately, as most seemed to be out at the beach or attending the conference. The four of them swam around splashing each other before Lisa announced that it was time. "Is it boys against the girls here, or what?" he asked, just now remembering that she had said something about "punishment". Had she just been kidding? Taking one last swallow from her second piña colada, she answered, "Of course not! Do you think we'd make it easy on you?" She breast-stroked over to where Dave stood near the side of the pool. "It's you and me against Cody and Armand." "I don't think so," Cody suddenly spoke up. Everybody turned in surprise to see a look of defiance on her face. "I'll play your game, Lisa, but you are still in the dog-house," she pointed at Armand. "I'm taking Dave." She swam over to grab his arm. "What!?" Lisa couldn't seem to believe what her sister had just said. Dave wasn't sure if it was because Cody never said no to her sister or because she thought Cody was silly to be pushing away such a handsome - not to mention rich - catch. She glared at Cody for a moment then seemed to resign herself and swam over to Armand, where she brusquely pushed him down under the water and climbed onto his shoulders. When Armand came up spluttering, lifting Lisa out of the water, Dave noticed that her white suit really didn't have much of a lining after all. The top was tight against her pink nipples and he could plainly see her large dark areolas through the material. He smiled wryly when he realized Armand wasn't able to see the great view, but then wondered what Armand could see of Cody as he lifted her up on his shoulders. "What are we fighting for?" Dave was still suspicious. He knew Lisa too well to believe that she had forgiven him so easily and was simply having a good time. She had a streak of vindictiveness that surfaced at unfortunate times. "Oh, we'll do two out of three -- the winning team gets to see the other one naked!" Lisa yelled. Dave felt his little voice of suspicion practically screaming at him when he heard Lisa declare the prize -- he couldn't imagine her doing such a thing even after her two piña coladas -- but it was drowned out by his competitive nature and a sudden surge of hormones. He immediately began sloshing through the water towards Armand and Lisa. Armand didn't seem quite as excited. He looked around once more to make sure his staff wasn't near. "Again -- I think perhaps we should play this little game upstairs." He looked quite anxious. "What's the matter, I thought you said "the human body -- ees soo beaut-ee-ful - ees meant to be seen." Cody's voice held a bitterness that surprised Dave with its depth. He didn't have time to analyze it further as the girls began grappling with each other over his head. They pushed and pulled, almost knocking him off balance, but mostly they seemed to be grunting and squirming more than really attacking each other. He couldn't help but be aware of Cody's very feminine body on his shoulders and neck. He had a hold of her thighs for better leverage but she still had to squeeze tightly to stay on. He distinctly felt the press of her pussy on his neck through the thin layer of her bikini. As she shifted back and forth and up and down, it was all he could do to concentrate on Armand in front of him and try to ignore her feminine mound rubbing against him. Finally, Lisa managed to pull Cody forward over Dave's head and he was treated to a momentary flash of her crotch as she fell into the water with her legs spread. He now saw she had worn a green brazilian-cut bikini, which wasn't as revealing as a g-string, but with all the movement on his shoulders, it had wedged up into the crack of her ass and even a bit between her pussy lips. Cody quickly recovered and vowed revenge on Lisa. Dave saw her reach under the water to adjust her suit then he turned around so she could climb back on. Armand had apparently forgotten his earlier nervousness, probably due to feeling the beautiful, barely-clad woman on his shoulders and seeing Cody's tiny bikini. "Get ready to get naked, my friends!" He felt Cody squeeze his neck between her thighs again and as he tried to maneuver over to Armand, she seemed to be squirming around unnecessarily, though he didn't complain. His body was starting to react to all this visual and physical stimulation and he was glad to be wearing loose boxer-type shorts and not a 'Speedo' as he had seen some other men sporting. This time Cody was out to win and after just a few seconds, she feinted to the left and then quickly jabbed right, grabbing her sister's top and yanking it down to expose her full breast and nipple. Lisa screamed and dropped her guard to try to cover herself. Taking advantage of the opening, Cody pushed hard on Lisa's left shoulder, knocking her back into the water and taking Armand down with her. Dave laughed as he steered them to the side to take another drink. When he looked back he saw Armand standing, but Lisa hadn't come up yet. Armand had a surprised look on his face. Dave started to wade back towards them, but before he got there Lisa surfaced a few yards away. If anything, she looked even more surprised than Armand, staring at him with her mouth open. Armand just smiled and she quickly recovered. Dave wasn't sure what had happened, but he shrugged it off as Cody had started stroking his head and - if he hadn't known better - almost seemed to be grinding against him. He could distinctly feel her soft, yielding vulva press obscenely against his spine. This time, Lisa was more cautious and the girls seemed to be taking their time in making their move. Dave's shoulders were beginning to ache a little despite the enjoyable stimulation from Cody. Suddenly, Armand shot his leg out between Dave's and, despite realizing what was coming, Dave couldn't move quickly enough with Cody's weight to avoid having his right leg pulled out from under him. He went down with Cody right on top of him. She must have been taken by surprise because her thighs were still squeezed around his head and he couldn't seem to pull loose. He twisted his head to the right in an attempt to open her legs so he could get to the surface, but she held on in panic and he only succeeded in turning around to have his face mashed into the crotch of her bikini. His nose was pressed firmly into the material, pushing what there was of it between her pussy lips. His mouth could actually feel the soft skin of her labia on the sides of her bikini as the fabric was pulled up inside her slightly. The suddenness of his dunking hadn't given him a chance to take a breath before going under and he was starting to see stars, but a perverse, almost masochistic urge overtook him and he pushed out his tongue to slide it along the folds of her pussy where his mouth pressed against it. All this he felt in the few seconds before she released her grip and he struggled to the surface to gasp for breath. When he finally quit coughing, he turned to see her against the side, her face a deep shade of red. "Sorry about that," he whispered. "No, I'm sorry. I almost drowned you! I just panicked, I guess." She turned towards him, a look of genuine embarrassment on her face. Maybe she hadn't felt what he had done, he hoped. Dave looked over towards the other side of the pool and was relieved to see that the other two had gone down as well. They were just reaching the side, still gasping for breath. "Dave…" she started. He turned back towards her. "I'm really sorry about this. Lisa's got this plan…" Before he could hear her out, Lisa yelled over to them, "Alright, chickens! You were lucky that time. This is it -- sudden death overtime!" She took another swallow from Armand's drink and pushed him back towards the other two. Dave obediently lowered himself in the water and Cody climbed back on his shoulders. He tried not to think of where his face had just been, but with the feel of her mound squeezing against his neck it was quite difficult. His cock seemed harder than ever in his shorts and he wondered if he might get a chance to masturbate back in the room -- he sincerely doubted that Lisa would reward his behavior this morning with actual sex. Both Lisa and Cody seemed particularly inspired to win this round and neither of them was able to get the winning hold. The constant rubbing of Cody's crotch against him was driving Dave crazy, but he was getting more tired by the second. Finally, Lisa seemed to give some signal to Cody and they both tipped over backwards, taking the two men with them. Afraid of -- or hoping for -- a repeat of his last near-drowning experience, he spun around, but he couldn't find Cody. Suddenly he felt a tugging at his shorts and before he could come to the surface they were down his legs and off. He came spluttering to the surface and while he gasped for breath and wiped the water out of his eyes, he felt a hand grab a hold of his cock and give it several firm strokes while someone's soft lips kissed the tip briefly. He looked down and saw a female form swim away. Both Lisa and Cody popped up near the stairs and he couldn't tell which one had been touching him. They both had swim trunks in their hands as they climbed out of the water and Dave assumed the others belonged to Armand, who was now shouting angrily in Spanish. "Ok horn-dogs!" Lisa yelled back at them from the side. "I guess you both won!" She had an evil smile on her face, although Dave was relieved to note that Cody seemed none too happy. "You can have all the nudity you want…" Lisa finished before grabbing all of their towels and even the few extras that were lying near them and motioning for Cody to follow her. With a look of apology at Dave and a glare at Armand, Cody followed her older sister into the hotel. "¡Pinche puta!" Armand said after them, but Dave noticed that he didn't say it very loudly and his mouth was curved in a half smile. He looked around the deck, but no one else seemed to be near the pool at the moment. Maybe all their carousing had scared everyone off. There was no one to see their predicament, but then there was no one to borrow a towel from, either. "Your woman -- she is fiery, no?" Armand grinned over at Dave. His face turned more serious. "I am going to have to ask you a big favor, I'm afraid, as unfortunately," he looked down, "I am in a… what would you say -- a compromising position." Armand had come to stand closer and Dave got a glimpse of the fleshy head of something large and long pointing at him from under the water. He was amazed at its size until he remembered how water refracted to make things appear differently from the surface. It couldn't be that big in reality. It was still a little weird having a nude man, much less an erect one, standing so near him, and he stepped back a little and turned away. "You're not the only one," Dave answered, moving to the pool side where they'd be less likely to be exposed if someone were to walk by. He began to wonder if Armand had received the same treatment that he had. He wasn't sure how he felt about that. "No, amigo, I mean… I am the owner's son, el gerente, everybody knows me. Please, you've got to -" he squinted as he thought of the word, "'take a hit for the team', I think is what they say?" He looked genuinely worried now as the seconds ticked by and he too moved closer to the wall. Dave's erection was starting to subside, and he knew that Armand was right. No one here would ever see him again, and it wasn't like the manager would throw him out. He decided he would just walk to the door leading to the salon -- calmly so as not to draw any more eyes than necessary -- and grab some towels at the info desk where he had seen them stacked earlier today. When he got closer to the steps and to the point of raising himself -- all of himself -- out of the water, though, he found that it was harder than he thought. He saw a group of people walking up the beach towards the pool area and he calculated whether he could make it to the door before they had a clear view of him. He looked back at Armand and saw the pleading in his eyes. "I'm in the locker room, I'm in the locker room, I'm in the locker room," he repeated to himself over and over as he walked up the steps, his dick still hard but starting to wilt under the stress. Just then Murphy's law seemed to take command again and a couple in swim suits walked out from the main doors into the pool area. He smiled at them wanly, but both the man and the woman, looking to be in their 40's and not unattractive, were staring downward below his waist. They stopped and looked around the pool area without even glancing at his face and, as Dave finally reached the side door, he heard the woman say to her partner, "I told you not to book us at another clothing optional club -- remember what happened last time?!" He didn't pause to hear the man's defense but opened the door and stepped quickly down the short hallway to the spa information desk. The young lady who had greeted them this morning was still at her post and she smiled brightly at him. "Good afternoon, señor. You come back for another…" Just then she seemed to notice his condition and, just like the couple before her, her eyes seemed to fasten on his penis, which was no longer erect but was still fuller than normal and swinging back and forth in front of him as he walked. The receptionist's mouth formed a little "O" and she glanced up at him curiously as he looked around for the towels. The table that held a stack of them earlier that afternoon was now empty. "Um…" he began. The girl continued to stare blankly at him with her mouth open. He cleared his throat, afraid that it would squeak. "The towels…? Do you have any more?" "Laundry," the girl managed. Her wide eyes went from his face to his penis and back again. She clearly did not know what to do with him or the situation. Dave didn't want to even contemplate going back out to the pool naked or, even worse, through the crowded lobby to the elevators. While he desperately thought of what to do, he turned to the side so as not to impolitely present his penis to the young woman, but then realized that his profile just made it even more obvious. He tried covering it with his hands, but its slightly engorged state made it difficult to totally cover. In the end it felt even more awkward to have just the head extending below his fingertips, or to expose his pubic hair and the base of his penis, depending on how he positioned his hands. To make matters worse, the touch and pressure of pushing his penis down and the strange excitement of having this pretty girl staring at him combined to start his hormones flowing again. He could already feel his penis swelling as the blood began pumping into his groin. Just then the receptionist seemed to come out of her trance and motioned towards the door to the salon. "Maybe there are towels in dryer. Come inside, please." She looked both ways down the hall then stepped inside.