6 comments/ 83654 views/ 18 favorites Fantasy Massage By: wilsuccox Her name was Linda. I heard about her and her service from a friend. She was in her mid-forties and had an aristocratic look; slim with sharp features. When I first met her I thought she was a rich sophisticated lady who was looking for some excitement in her life. That opinion hasn't changed. That first meeting went well. We met for coffee. Even in her trim business suit you could see she was attractive, and more than a bit sexy. Tall and slim, she dressed to accent her build. Her hair was a doe brown, cut in a short, pageboy style. She was dressed in a white blouse that buttoned in the front. The top three buttons were left unfastened providing a clear look at her marvelous cleavage. It was clearly obvious that she was very well endowed. I'm sure she wore a flimsy bra; as her nipples provided a continual distraction somehow remaining hard and visible during our conversation. Her angle long pants were appropriately snug, outlining her slim, very long legs and still tight ass, considering her maturity. She struck me as one very attractive, mature woman. The conversation went pretty much has my friend had said it would. Linda ran a very exclusive erotic massage service. Every session was different based on the needs, desires and sexual preferences of the client. So it wasn't very long into a talk, once she was comfortable with me as a client that the informal conversation turned into a rather explicit interview. Surprisingly, I was totally at ease talking with this woman. Her smile seemed to hint at sexuality and intimacy at the same time, making me feel as if I had known her for some time. This was a good thing because the interview rapidly became very personal. She first explained about her service. The session would be based on my desires and preferences, but I would have little to do with the design of the session beyond the interview. She would create the session for me individually. No two sessions were alike. The real interesting thing is I would not be aware of what the session would be like until it actually happened. It would be a total surprise, even to the point of me wearing a blindfold for most of the session. My friend, who really didn't go into great depth on his session, had mentioned particular twist. It was what really turned me on about Linda's service. Quickly my interview turned personal. What were my sexual habits, likes and dislikes? Had I ever been with two women? Did I enjoy it? Had I ever been with a man? What type of woman do I prefer? Large breasted? Small breasted? She took notes the entire time. My answers seemed to be all over the map. I even tried to impress her by answering the question on what type of women I preferred. I described her; bring a smile to her sexy lips. The other answers: yes to having sex with two women and enjoying it. I said no to having been with a man but admitted to being bi-curious. She spent a bit more time on this subject than the others. She wanted to know what I meant by bi-curious. I told her I often fantasized about giving another guy a blowjob and of even having a guy fuck me in the ass. Again, she flashed that intimate smile as I revealed my most inner secret. She asked how often I had this fantasy. I was pretty vague with my answer, but when pressed told her I often thought about what it would be like giving head to another guy. I even admitted that having those thoughts got me hard and that I occasionally masturbated thinking of being fucked, anally and orally, by two guys at the same time. Linda continued to take notes during my intimate confession, she even stared a couple of answers to make them standout. After about thirty minutes we were finished. She told me she had enough information to set up a very erotic session. That she asked if I was truly comfortable having her do that, knowing that it would be a surprise to me. She also added that the session might be something complete different for me and if I became uncomfortable at anytime I could stop it. I told her I was okay with the process and looking forward to the session. Then I asked what role she would play. Linda told me she had a number of people on her staff. The actual make up of the session could involve one, two or even three people. As to if she would be involved, that wouldn't be decided until the session was designed. Than she gave me a hug that turned into a deep kiss, her ample breasts pressing against my chest. With that she walked away; leaving me to stare had her tight ass as she left the coffee shop. Two days later, at 7:30 P.M., I parked on the street in front of a well kept, two story, home located in a quiet suburban neighborhood. The location surprised me, as I thought Linda's service would be located more downtown. Walking up the front steps, I rang the doorbell. Linda answered almost immediately. She was dressed in a soft cotton blouse with at least half the buttons undone. The thin material parted to show her magnificent cleavage and barely hid her nipples, visible beneath the nearly transparent material. Her skintight jeans reached to the bottom of the black high heels she wore. She smiled invitingly and directed me into her living room. The house was well decorated and reinforced my opinion that Linda was a bored, sophisticated socialite. Passing through the living room we entered what was probably the old master bedroom, now turned into a massage studio. In the center of the room was a massage table. The walls of the room were lined with mirrors. There was also one directly above the table on the ceiling. Something about the table struck me as odd, and as I approached it I realized there were a couple of major modifications to it. For one thing, the bottom half of the table was divided. Essentially each leg would be on a separate, and apparently moveable, section of the table. Linda caught my quizzical look and explained that she designed the table herself. It was created spread the legs of the person receiving the massage. She said it made it easier for her masseuses to work on the client's legs and buttocks. I nodded in agreement, noting also some mechanical workings in the center of the table. Rather than question her further, I simply waited for direction. " Why don't you get undressed," Linda said pointing to a robe hanging on the door. "Slip into the robe, I have to get some things ready. I'll be back to show you to the shower." As she closed the door behind her, I started to undress. Standing nude next to the massage table in such a large room, my reflection all around me, made me wonder exactly what was in store for me. There weren't any exotic toys or S & M playthings in site. The room held the massage table and a table with some lotions, lubricants and towels. Nothing seemed weird, except perhaps the mirrors, so I reached for the robe and put it on. Then, once covered I sat on the edge of the table. A few minutes later there was a soft knock on the door. Linda entered, now dressed in a short, white robe similar to the one I wore. I stood up. She smiled, "I hope your comfortable and it's warm enough for you." I nodded and mumbled "yes." Then, much to my surprise, she slipped her robe off and hung in on the door. "Are you ready for your shower," she asked, now standing completely naked before me. I'm sure I gave an audible gasp as I gazed at her naked body. She was as attractive as I envisioned. Her breasts weren't as perky as I'm sure they once were, and she was probably a couple of pounds heavier than her younger days. But she was a beautiful, mature woman, buxom and curvy; her round hips circling a trimmed patch of doe brown pubic hair. As I stood dumbfounded she walked over to me and untied my robe. Pulling it off my shoulders she removed it and hung it next to hers on the door. Then, coming back to me, she pressed her soft, fleshy breasts into my chest and again gave me a deep kiss. Our lips locked and out tongues met passionately. My cock responded appropriately. Breaking the kiss she took my hand, " More of that later," she said. " Now it's time for our shower." Linda guided me through another door that led to a master-bath. There was a large tub on one side of the room and next to it was an equally large, glass-enclosed shower. She opened the shower door and reached in, turning on the water. I followed her into the shower and immediately we embraced again. Her kisses were hot; her fleshy body was both sexy and comfortable. Her breasts pressed against my chest as the water ran over us made me hard. Again she broke away. This time it was to reach for a bottle of liquid soap and a sponge. She proceeded to slowly wash my body. She stared at my shoulders and worked her way down, taking a bit longer with my now rock hard cock. After rinsing the soap off me, she ended the shower with a couple of kisses. The first to my lips, the second was to the head of my cock, followed by engulfing its length into her mouth. Stepping out of the shower, she dried me off and sent me back into the massage studio as she dried herself. "Lay down on the table," she directed. " I have to get a couple of things from the other room. We'll start in just a minute." She put on her robe and started to open the door when she stopped short. "I almost forgot the most important part," she said as she picked up a black sleeping mask from the table. It was to serve as my blindfold. I slipped it on as directed and lay face down on the table. I was nervous, excited and curious. Only a few minutes past until I heard the door open. I tried to listen hard to discover what might be happening. It sounded like at least one person was slipping off a robe, and I thought for a second there might be two. "If you're comfortable, we're ready to begin." Linda whispered. "Yes, I'm very comfortable and ready," I replied without any hesitation. I felt her warm touch on my shoulders. She leaned close to my face, brushing her hips and trimmed pussy against my forehead. As she bent over to reach lower on my back her sumptuous breasts pressed into my head. It was then I felt the other pair of hands. They seemed smaller than Linda's, but equally firm and simultaneously gentle, as were hers. The person turned my arms so the palms faced up, then began working on my left shoulder and arm. As they moved down my arm their owner shifted closer to the table my fingers came in contact with the tip of a semi-hard cock. At first touch I instinctively moved my hand away. But, as if tracking my movements, the cock again made contact, this time resting in my open palm. Now, I wrapped my fingers around its growing length. "Let me introduce my husband, Alan," Linda whispered into my ear, even as her fleshy tits brushed my forehead. "Oh, wow," I gasped, "good to meet you." It was actually more of an excited mumble. It hit me like a flash, my fantasy, another guy. Linda had arranged for a guy, actually for her husband, to fill the bill. Then it struck, I had told her a fantasy of two guys. A chill ran through my body. Then, suddenly at ease, I let myself go. So be it, I thought. I began to stroke the now hard cock in my hand. It was what I asked for, so go with it I thought. "It's really good to meet you," I said more clearly. The massage continued. The warm oil felt fantastic. They both processed a sensually firm, yet gentle, touch. As their work continued, I would feel them brush against me from time to time. First I'd feel the hard nipple of one of Linda's tits, then I feel Alan's cock, or maybe his balls. Our bodies seemed to be intertwining more and more. After some 10 –15 minutes of increasingly sensual massage Alan's hands slipped off my thighs. "Alan is going to adjust the legs of the table," Linda's soft voice explained. I felt my legs being spread apart. At first it was uncomfortable, but then I realized that the table would still comfortably support them. The massage continued, only now with Alan between my legs working my fight thigh, high into my ass. His hands swept easily across my ass and down to my groin area. My cock was already hard, but this made it jump in expectation. He caressed the underside of my balls and cock. Linda for her part was now standing beside me working my back. She was using her breasts instead of her hands, and the feeling was amazing. Her hard nipples pressed firmly against the tense muscles in my back. Just as I was getting comfortable in this position, with Alan now simultaneously working both hands on my ass, Linda leaned down to my ear. "We are going to move the table again. It will feel a bit strange, but relax. You'll soon find it comfortable." With that I heard the soft purring of a motor and the upper portion of the table started to slowly incline toward the floor. I was essentially bent in half, with my legs and ass higher than my back and head. Once the table stopped Linda shifted my head to the side. Even thought I was still blindfolded, I could tell I was less than inches away from her trimmed pussy. She shifted toward my face, her moist cunt pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth and pressed my tongue into her wet canal. Alan's hands were working magic on my ass and upper thighs, still occasionally dropping down beneath me to rub my hard cock. As he continued his erotic exploration I felt something press gently against my spread ass. His cock was poised against my asshole. Instinctively I pulled away as moved forward. He realized my hesitation and simple laid across my ass, his hard cock lying along the crack of may ass. I must admit, it felt strange at first, but after a minute or so I accepted it. I lifted my hips off the table and pressed into his hard member. Linda stepped away from the table, removing her hot cunt from the reach of my tongue. She bent over, letting her nipples brush my face. "Are you ready to turn over," she asked. "I think so," I replied, knowing my cock was rock hard. Before moving I heard the purr of the electric motor has I was brought back to level. Then, with their assistance, I was able to roll my self over. My legs were still spread wide with my arms at my side, as I lay there totally naked and very, very hard. "Oh my," Linda intoned, "I believe our boy is enjoying his massage." "So it would seem." It was the first I heard Alan speak. "I believe he's ready for the next phase." I wanted to ask, but knew they won't tell me. What was the next phase? They both started to massage me again. Only now they had switched places. Alan was at my head, his talented hands massaging my chest. Linda was standing between my legs gently working my thighs. It didn't take her long to work up my thighs and begin caressing beneath my scrotum. I felt my self-thrusting my hips forward as her fingers tingled the tender area between my balls and my asshole. As I did, I felt something wet on my cock. Linda's tongue was running the length of my cock. After each lick she kissed its swollen head. I groaned loudly. Alan started massaging the back of my head. He let my head lay easy in his hands and turned it slowly from side to side. Then he moved from above my head to the side. Then, with one hand still resting on my head (actually holding it in place) he moved his cock in front of my face. When I felt it pressing against my lips I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over the head of his dick. I had never sucked cock before. I knew one of my fantasies was about to come true. He moved his hips forward and his cock slowly passed into my waiting mouth. At first I didn't have to do much of anything. I wrapped my lips around his cock as he fucked my mouth. It was a strange sensation, one I had fantasized about, but had never experienced. I liked the feeling. Even as Alan pumped in and out of my mouth, I began to move my head in a rhythm with his. I even managed to work my tongue somewhat, exploring the length of his dick as it slid into my mouth. When he pulled out I continued to lick his cock and even managed to kiss and lick his balls. Alan moaned lowly, so I figured I must have been doing something right. Meanwhile Linda had me on the verge of exploding. Between her sucking my cock and my sucking Alan's, I thought sure I was going to cum. But suddenly she let my cock fall from her talented mouth. She continued to caress my thighs and abdomen, but I could tell she was moving up my body. Alan was also on the move, taking his cock out of my mouth and moving down, his hands softly trailing along my chest. When Linda was close to my head I felt her lips meet mine. Her tongue forcing itself into my mouth as I passively accepted it. After the kiss she whispered in my ear, "how about we continue with your fantasy." "There's more," I said in what must have been a startled voice. "Oh, yes," she replied. "You have yet to meet William." That's when I felt the third set of hands. They larger than Alan's and Linda's; I pictured someone at least six feet tall. They were also much stronger than the other two. He started by standing at my head and massaging my neck and shoulders. The firmness of his hands was relaxing, or as relaxing as could be expected since Alan had moved between my legs and was sucking my cock while Linda licked my nipples. When I felt Linda at my side I moved my hand to her thighs and up to her pussy. With two fingers I explored her wet cunt. I heard Linda groan just before I heard the purr of the motor for the table. I was being bent in half again. This time I was face up. My head dipped low, while my hips and torso remained lever. As my head dropped down, I felt Williams cock against my forehead. By the time the table stopped the swelled head of his hardening cock was pressed against my lips. It wasn't fully hard as I wrapped my lips around it and drew it into my mouth, but I could feel it growing. William was considerably larger than Alan, both in circumference and length. He started fucking my mouth. He was huge, filling my mouth with his cock on each forward thrust of his hips. Somehow I refrained from gagging as I took as much of his member into my mouth as I could. Meanwhile, Alan's mouth was replaced by Linda's sucking on my rigid dick. Alan now was working, first one and then two, fingers into my ass. The sensation of his fingers delving deep into my ass made me try to spread my legs wider. As I did he worked his fingers around, loosing up my tight asshole. By now I knew what to expect. My deepest fantasy was coming true. I was sucking William's cock as Linda sucked mine, when Alan pressed his cock against my asshole and slowly pushed into me. I was still tight but he moved with a slow, steady pressure. I pushed my hips forward to assist when he met some resistance. Soon his cock slid freely into my ass. He began a slow, forceful pumping. I had never felt anything like it. At first there was some pain and discomfort, but as he continued his steady movement I began to enjoy the fullness of his hard cock and the incredible sensation of being fucked in the ass. I found myself rocking my hips to meet his thrusting, as his slow pumping became a rapid cock-piston with my ass as the cylinder. Even as he fucked me, Linda continued to suck my cock. William soon got in step with Alan's thrusts and as Alan withdrew, William pushed deep into my mouth. I was nearing climax when suddenly all three stopped. I lay still. No one was touching me, yet my cock was hard and twitching. I wanted more. I couldn't understand what was happening and reached for my blindfold. A strong had caught mine, William's I guessed. "Do be so inpatient," it was Linda's soft, sexy voice. "We are just catching our breath, and letting you catch yours before the finale." And then she kissed me, a long, wet, sensual kiss. All three began to softly caress my body, running their fingertips and finger nails over every inch. I tingled with anticipation, my cock twitching as their fingers ran through my pubic hair and over its length. I could hear and feel them moving around. Fantasy Massage First/second person point of view warning! ***** We had experienced sex weekends before, but this was to be different. It was not a 201 weekend, it wasn't an Atlanta weekend; in fact, it wasn't just a weekend. I was five days and five nights of Caribbean sun and fun. As we arrive and unpack, I tell you that you should expect a few surprises along the way. It is late; tired and hungry, we make our way down to the beachfront restaurant. Our table looks over the beautiful water just in time to see the sun seemingly settle down into it. We order several appetizers for our meal and share a bottle of wine. We realize the week is not rushed, and it will be enjoyed more if we don't rush it. We make it back to the room still tired, but full of sexual energy. We had abstained the week prior in order to make things more tense. The week was full of teases and near breakdowns. It worked—I am quickly becoming erect as we walk hand-in-hand back to the room anticipating the week. As we enter the room, you turn to me and begin kissing me—a hard kiss full of desire. I taste the wine on your lips and tongue. You move down to my ears and neck, causing a trembling in my legs. I find my way to your neck and leave a trail of kisses from just below your ear to just above your shoulder. I sense the energy turning to heat before I pull away. "Not yet," I tell you. "We've waited a week, and I want to wait one more night. It will be worth it." I can't believe I stop. You can't believe I stop. "In fact," I continue, "I don't plan for us to be together until sometime tomorrow night." "Well, that's not fair," you retort. "I may have to take care of myself if you don't...or find somebody around here who is willing." "I'm sure that won't be hard to do as sexy as you're looking. If you decide to wait, and that includes no morning sex in the morning, it will be worth it...that's all I'm saying." You come to bed with a short, sheer white gown on. I can easily see your breasts. The gown stops just below your matching panties. Through your panties I can see that you have made yourself completely bare. Normally when you come to bed you slip under the covers leaving me wishing I could see your body, but this time you lie on top of the covers teasingly showing me yourself. Your nipples are erect and pressing against the sheer material of your gown. I turn to kiss you and begin tracing a finger around your nipple through the fabric. "Does this mean you're going to give in," you ask. "Not at all," I answer surprising even myself. "No touching then...goodnight." You get under the covers and turn away. I try to cuddle you, but you won't have it...exhausted from the day, we quickly fall asleep. "Not yet!" I awaken to a hand in my boxers. I am hard and throbbing. I nearly cum before grabbing your hand and pushing it away. "But I'm horny." You begin slowly moving against my leg. "Don't you want to be inside me...don't you want to fuck me?" You try to pull me on top of you. "Roll over and fuck me!" "Listen," I reply. "I want nothing more than to do that; I would love to feel how wet you are; I would love to lift your legs in the air and slide it deep inside." I raise up on one elbow and look in your eyes. "But, I want your surprise to be right." "You know I hate these kinds of surprises. What if it's something I don't like?" "Just wait. Tonight after dinner, you and I will make love. I'm going to give you an orgasm that you won't forget, and the build-up-and the surprise—is part of what will make it so good." You relent as we get ready to go to the pool. You come out of the bathroom in the bikini you chose especially for this trip. It is easily the tiniest bikini you have ever owned, and you look incredible in it; your breasts are mostly exposed, with only a triangle covering the middle of each. A similar triangle covers you below; only the most intimate parts are covered. We had previously agreed to do things "the island way" on this trip, and the minimal clothing is part of the look. It is incredibly sexy. We walk the few steps to the pool, and find our reserved chairs and towels. As soon as we are seated, attendants take our drinks orders and leave bowls of fruits and cheeses. Our drinks arrive as we finish applying tanning oil to our bodies. The drinks, the fruits, the oil, the water, the sun, and the bodies swimming, tanning, and touching create an uninhibited mood. We touch each other often and in ways we normally wouldn't of front of others—my firm, oiled hand glides up the inside of your tanned, oiled thigh, stopping just short of slipping a finger inside your swimsuit bottom. You pull your knees up slightly and open your legs to give me access to the place right where your leg meets your pelvis. We feed each other fruit, unconcerned with the juices dripping on ours chests. You take my finger into your mouth as I place a slice of kiwi to your lips. The rest of the morning is spent reading, napping, and teasing. I am asleep as you decide you want lunch. You reach your leg over to my chair and place your foot firmly right below my waist. Your foot slides over my quickening erection. I wake up and you continue. "Afternoon delight after lunch?" you ask. The sight of your smooth, oiled, tanned leg, your slender ankle with a silver anklet contrasted against your tan, your polished toes rubbing back and forth over me, your voice full of desire and built-up frustration...these things nearly end my surprise. "We can't," I say matter-of-factly. "I said you could take care of yourself if you wanted to; things just want be as fun." "Do you promise we can tonight?" you ask pleadingly. "After dinner, I promise. But there is much before that." We go to our room and find a light lunch waiting for us. Lunch includes more alcohol, and the inhibitions continue to fall away. "How would you feel if I went topless when we go back out?" you ask. "I really think I will be ok with it. Everything is so beautiful around here, and you would fit right in," I reply. "I'm fine with it." Fresh towels, fruit, and drinks have magically appeared at our chairs while we were gone. We get to ours chairs around 1:30 in the afternoon. We reapply and you begin reading. "Are you going to take it off" I ask. "I will in a few minutes; I think." you answer. "Mr. and Mrs. Gilmer? Would you come with me, please?" A pretty, young blonde girl approaches, her accent that of an American. You look at me, worried. "Don't worry. We have an appointment," I assure you. We follow the blonde as she leads us through a maze of topless women and tanned fit men. "Is this the surprise?" you ask. "It is." I answer. "What is it?" "I know you don't like surprises, but this will be fun. You will know in a minute," I answer attempting to hide my nervousness. We reach the beach and are led to an open cabana. The canvas walls are pulled back on all four sides. Inside the cabana are two massage tables spaced closely allowing one person to walk between them. We hear soothing music, a unique mix of island and soft jazz. The smell is even more "beachy" as candles and incense burn. A fan turns overhead. "Please have a seat on the tables. Your therapists will be with you within 30 seconds," the blonde instructs us. You are smiling at the thought of a massage on the beach and thanking me when two people arrive. They take turns speaking. "I am Andre" the young man says. "And I'm Clova...we are your couple's massage therapists," the female adds. Both are beautifully dark and their bodies firm. They are seemingly native to the region and speak as if they are also. They are dressed in white. She in a long, flowing cotton dress, and he in loose-fitting cotton pants. He is shirtless. "You have agreed to the type of massage you will be receiving today," Andre says. "You cannot add to the services once we begin. You can ask that the agreed-to services not be completed, but you can't add. Are you understanding of that?" "We are," I answer. You sit not knowing how to answer. "We will return in approximately five minutes." Clova continues. "Please ready yourselves for your massage. You may leave on as much or as little clothing as you wish. We are comfortable with any state of clothing or lack of clothing." Before they leave, they work together to release the tied-back walls. The room is now secluded, and only the sounds and smells of the Caribbean remain. "O.K., what's going on?" you ask. "I need to know." "It really is nothing much more than a massage," I assure you. "Just an exotic massage in an exotic setting. They have agreed-to boundaries. Now I really think we should do this with no clothes on," I add. "A special setting for a new experience." "Are you?" you ask." "Yes," I answer, surprised at the ease with which I concede. "Are you sure it's ok?" you press. "Yes, they'll be here in a minute." I don't take my eyes off of you as you strip. Your body is beautiful: your breasts perfect and still pert even past forty. They are full due to your continuing and increasing arousal, your nipples hard from the breeze inside the cabana. Your back is long and tan, a beautiful form. Your sexy bottom faces me as you bend over to remove your bottoms. They slide down your toned legs. As you bend your cheeks slightly spread, and I see the ending of your slit, your lips slightly swollen and slightly open. In my mind, I grab you from behind and force you onto the table, leaving your ass just hanging off. I move in between your legs and plunge into you not waiting to ease it in...in my mind. You turn and sit on the table. Your maneuvering causes your legs to open and I see the wetness starting to form. Yours is such a sweet sight—perfectly formed, beautiful and proportionate lips. You lie down flat on your back. For an instant before pulling the sheet up, I glimpse it again. This time from the side I can see the beautiful mound of bare flesh. You cover yourself and turn over onto your front. I get under the sheet and do the same thing. "What exactly can he do?" you ask. "How do you know it's him and not her?" I tease. "Because you would never let a man massage you." "Your right about that...he, and she, have to keep their clothes on. They can massage everywhere except for my, and your, genitalia, as the agreement worded it. Exactly where that ends and begins I don't know." Our therapists enter without you having a chance to respond. Our pair comes in and, in synch and with almost military-like precision, begins folding, moving, and tucking sheets. Andre looks as if he has oiled his entire upper body. As Clova moves within my sight, I notice she is not wearing a bra under her thin, long dress. At certain angles, nothing is left to my imagination. I hadn't noticed earlier. I wonder to myself what is going through your mind. We are both covered up to our necks. The sheets are thick and warm. They have moved our arms to our sides. I am lying on a semi-erection. It feels thick beneath me. I imagine you getting wetter and wetter between your legs with anticipation. The thought brings my erection to fullness. Ready now, they begin gently but firmly massaging our necks. Our heads are turned to each other. Your eyes are closed, and I watch you. I can tell that Clova's belly in on level with my head. Andre's crotch, him being taller, is level with your head. The strokes go under the sheets, down our back, stopping just above our bottoms and up again. At the same time, they pull the sheets down to the smalls of our backs giving them full access to our backs. Our arms are moved up to that they cross in front of us. I watch as he goes firmly down your bare back and up the sides, slightly touching the sides of your breasts. His return stroke becomes firmer, and more of your breasts are included in the massage. Still, he touches only the exposed side. You seem relaxed and comfortable. Soon they move to our right sides. Andrea is in the space between the tables. They both reposition the sheets so that our backs are again covered. Carefully, and again at the same time, they reach beneath the sheets and begin a firm massage on our bottoms. We are fully covered, as they lengthen the stroke from the right side and down the right thigh. As they progress, they move closer to the inside of the thigh and into the valley between the cheeks of our bottoms. I wonder how far Andre is going into that valley. It hits me as I feel Clova's hand swipe down and caress right over my pucker that you are receiving the same treatment. I look for a reaction. Your breathing increases slightly. Surprisingly, she stays far from getting close to my privates, and I assume he is avoiding yours as well. As they move down our legs to our calves and feet, I relish the tender massage. They move to the other side beginning low and moving up. Again they avoid any closeness to the middle, but spend a good amount of time on the upper thigh and left cheek. As I think they are finished with that portion. I see Andrea and feel Clova position their hands at the top of our bottoms. As they spend more time there, you open your eyes and you see me watching you. We are still in a gaze when their fingers slide down into the valleys. With pressure, they rub up and down the entire length, slowing and applying more pressure as they reach the hole. They are careful not to penetrate, but the feeling is erotic and your eyes close again. You lick your lips, and bite them before a deep breath relaxes you. We are fully covered again as they request us to turn over. I become anxious about the rest of the massage. As we turn over, I apologize to Clova for my erection. She assures me it is fine and that is expected and even a desired effect of the massage. We receive our face and neck massage. Without warning, they proceed to the sides of their tables and lift extensions on either side of right about where our stomachs are. They move stools to their respective tables. They simultaneously step on top of the stools and onto the extensions and straddle us. The extensions allow them to be over us without putting pressure on us. They pull the sheets down from our necks and tuck them underneath where they are over us. For the first time, your breasts are in full view. In my mind I walk over to your table and take them into my mouth, squeezing them roughly and gently biting the nipples before...in my mind. In reality, hands are on our shoulders and move down to our sides and across our bellies just where they sit. I can't take my eyes off of your breasts moving in unison with Andre's strokes up and down your sides. His chest is oiled as are his arms as he puts more and more of his arms into the strokes. I turn my head to see Clova doing the same thing. Her dress is loose on top and I can see down it as she leans forward. Her breasts are smaller. Her areolas are big and dark as are her nipples. Her dress is picking up the oil from my chest as she practically lies on me as she leans into me. I look to see if you are getting the same treatment. Andrea leans forward rubbing his entire chest across yours, your breast crushed under his weight, your nipples stimulated by the rubbing. The thrusting across ours chests escalates to the rhythm of a good long fuck before it slows to them sitting again with just their hands on us. Their hands move to our chests again, but this time they do not avoid the breasts. Andre takes one of your breasts in both hands and massages it, kneading it and gently rolling your nipples between his fingers before moving to the other. Clova spends this time squeezing and pinching my nipples. Her dress is oily now and her dark nipples are visible through the fabric. As they complete the upper half of our bodies, they simply turn around on the extensions. They face our feet. They begin a similar process with our legs, seemingly rubbing their bodies all over us. I become aware that neither of them is wearing underwear. Andre's balls are outlined as he bends down to massage your feet, and the light shines right through Clova's dress. The lower half massage provides a much needed break from the sensual and sexual tension. We look at each other and laugh at the situation. Suddenly they are sitting up nearly straight. The massage is now focusing on the inside of our thighs. Clova's hands expertly come incredibly close to my balls, I feel precum sliding off of my head and onto my stomach. Andre's hands rub all around you; he massages the outside of your sex, careful not to touch the pink of the inside. The rubbing back and forth creates a friction on your clit. It pulses with desire for release. Your eyes are closed and you begin rocking your pelvis slowly. I wish I could see all of it. My mind is momentarily taken away from you as Clova reaches around under my sac and, with pressure, rubs the tender spots between by balls and pucker. I begin rocking too. Your breathing intensifies. We are moving in unison, each desiring a push over the edge. I look at you and want to share the moment with you. "Look at me, baby," I whisper. You turn toward me with glazed lust in your eyes. I reach out to you, and you place your hand in mine. Your bottom is off the table now, your pussy reaching for further touch. With your ass in the air, Andre traces his finger down between your cheeks and firmly massages your hole, careful not to enter. Still looking at me, you whisper, "I want to cum so bad, come fuck me." I breathe in your desire and your lust. The massages begin slowing and moving away from the most sensitive areas. Andrea and Clova climb down off of their perches and cover us completely. They thank us and point to a table with water and juices. Andre concludes, "We hope you will schedule another session with us before leaving the island—maybe you could take advantage of the next level massage." Clova nods a goodbye and they are gone. You lie speechless. I get off of my table and cross to you, my half erection slowly fading, still dripping. I kiss you tenderly. You respond with your hands around the back of my head, pulling me in hard. "We've got to go" I say, "there's another appointment scheduled soon..." You rise and momentarily seem too weak to stand. You pull on your tiny bikini bottoms as I hand you a robe provided by the spa. My shorts are on. Before you can put on your top, I slip the robe over you and take your hand toward the path back to our room. Your robe is on but open—your exposed breasts still full. We walk quietly past the familiar site of bodies in different states of dress and passion. I wonder to myself how I can dissuade you from having sex when we get back to the room. I want nothing more than to taste you and bring you to orgasm before entering you and cumming hard inside of you, but I want the surprise tocontinue and the tension to increase. It is approximately 5:30, and we have dinner reservations at seven. We get to the room, and I suggest you have a shower first. Finally I tell you, "I know we both want it bad right now, but if we can just wait, I have more of a surprise." "So was part of the surprise to leave me hanging back there?" you ask. "I mean really, you'll go that far but not let anything else happen? Wimp." You are only half kidding. "I think I can make up for it if you just wait...it's a big shower; I'll join you if you think we can hold off." "Whatever, wimp!" you shoot back, continuing to bait me. The shower is large with several shower heads. We caress and kiss, but the hotness of the shower seems to lessen the immediate desire. I enjoy caressing your body, soaping every inch. I step out of the shower as you finish shaving. Soon you appear from the shower and let your robe fall off of you, continuing the tease. As you are getting ready, you take out a dress you bought for the week. It is a baby blue linen dress with buttons all the way up the front. It comes just above your knees. As agreed, I pick out your panties for the night. Fantasy Massage "I know you don't like to go with no panties, so I got these," I say hoping you will like them. The see-thru mesh is the same color as the dress and crotchless. We agree that going braless is good. The short walk to the restaurant is fun. We tease and play. I slip my hand under your dress and give your bare bottom a gentle smack and squeeze. Our table is ready as we arrive. We sit on the same side of a booth, our backs to a wall. The table is rectangular with a long table cloth. I imagine the fun possibilities. Our dinner is fun and playful; we eat light. Our server brings out an array of desserts. Just after dessert arrives, I begin the fun. I reach over and unbutton a couple of the top buttons of your dress with no resistance. Seeing you like that spins me back toward the lust I had felt during the massage. I begin telling how beautiful you looked getting handled by Andre. I tell you what I think you must have looked like down there. I ask you how wet you got. You avoid most of the questions, but I can tell your desire is back too. I remind you that you will get to cum after dinner. You squirm a little as I reach under the table cloth and pull your legs apart. I pull one leg over to drape mine. I reach down to feel you. You resist, but I remind you that no one can see and that we are on this great vacation. "I want to see it" I demand. Without replying, you slide toward the corner of the booth and bring the leg that was draped over me onto the seat. You slowly drop your knee toward the back of the booth. The hole of the crotch is lined perfectly with your glistening, bare sex. Your lips are opening. I take in the view before reaching into my pocket. I pull out a silver egg. "This should bring you closer," I tell you, "but I don't think it will make you cum." I reach down and rub it around your wetness for a few seconds. "I want to have you so close that as soon as my tongue touches your clit you will explode." You slightly begin rocking. I place it at your opening and, with little pressure, you let it in and close around it. You turn around and close your legs, rubbing your thighs together to feel it inside you. "That was nice, but I don't think it's going to do anything," you tell me. "Just wait a few seconds" I reply with a grin. Our server returns to check on us. As she does, I reach into my pocket and turn on the remote to the egg. Your gasp surprises all three of us. I smile, you redden, and our server compliments us on making a beautiful couple. You try to complain, but the egg continues to vibrate inside of you. You rub your legs together. Your neck is red from the arousal. I pull you close to me and kiss your neck. Your hand goes to my crotch and begins rubbing me. I whisper in your ear. "You are a naughty wife aren't you?" I whisper forcefully. You whimper back, "mm-hmm." "You showed me your pussy in front of all these people," I continue. Did you like that?" "Yes," you answer barely able to speak. "You let me put an egg inside of you, and you started feeling it inside your pussy when our server came up...you are naughty, and I love you for it. I'm going to make you cum so hard in just a little bit. Do you want to cum hard for me?" The egg is vibrating at full force now; your rubbing intensifies. "Yes, baby," your answer is stronger now. "You are a sweet, naughty, sexy lover...do you like rubbing my dick in front of the restaurant?" You only nod. I continue whispering, "when the sever comes again, I want you to unzip my pants and pull it out and rub it until she is gone." I turn the vibration lower as I continue to kiss your neck and whisper naughty things to you. As the server arrives, I suddenly turn the vibration up to its maximum. You groan softly and unzip me and pull it out, rubbing my precum over the head until the server leaves. "Good girl," I say, "now, if you are ready, I think it's time." "Where are we going," you ask as I lead you the opposite way from the room toward the beach. "To the beach..." I answer. We silently walk hand-in-hand and, as we reach the beach, I sit you down on a bench to remove your shoes. I take the first shoe off and lovingly suck each beautiful toe. As I remove the second shoe, I notice your anklet and just smile. I lift that foot to my lips and kiss your ankle and down to your toes. Wanting to linger, but knowing the best awaits, I take your hand and lead us to the same cabana where we received our intense and very sexual massages. All four walls were down and locked. I pull out a key to unlock the bars across the front. "Where did you get that?" you ask. "I planned it just for you...and me," I reply. We enter into the cabana which smells and sounds that same way it did earlier. The tables, however, have been replaced by a single huge bed hanging from the top of the cabana. I tell you to get on the bed. As you do, I go to the heavy fabric walls that faced the beach and pull each one slightly back. The beach is visible and the sounds and smells of the ocean fill the cabana. We hear the sounds of nearby lovers laughing and playing. You lie on the bed. You are so sexy. Your dress is unbuttoned enough so that I can see most of one of your breasts. The bottom rides up your legs...your feet sexy and crossed. There is not enough time to do all the things I want to do. I want to make it last for days, but the build-up is too high. I crawl over you and begin kissing you. Our tongues meet and wrestle one another...it is a hard passionate kiss. Desire takes over as, while still kissing, my hand goes directly under your dress to find your wetness wanting to be touched. Pulling your panties to the side, I move my whole hand, palm and fingers, all over you feeling the heat and the moisture. You rock back at my touch. I plunge two fingers deep inside. You pull from our kiss to moan as you move to meet my fingers driving in and out. My fingers fuck you as I tear your top open, popping buttons to get my mouth around your breasts. I am rough with them, sucking your hard nipples into my mouth and pulling them away from your body. I release them with a pop; your breasts jiggle with the momentum. I take each one in my teeth, biting until you momentarily squirm away, pushing them right back into my face. You are bucking wildly now, fucking my fingers more than me fucking you. In one last effort to sustain the buildup, I slow my fingers, return to a gentle kiss, our tongues finding each other outside our lips. I remove my fingers and slowly bring them to our mouths. We lick them, both tasting the result of your desire. You take both fingers into your mouth and look at me. "I'm going to make you cum now. You've been a good girl." With that I strip. You remove your dress. I tell you to take off your panties. I take them from you and feel they are soaked. Thanks to the efficiency of the resort, my bag of goodies is waiting at a bedside table. I plug in our vibrator and position myself between your legs. You spread them as far apart as you can...the most beautiful sight. I want to pleasure you orally until you cum. I want to taste the sweetness of your desire, but I want to give you the intensity of the vibrator. I slowly take my tongue around your swollen lips, occasionally sucking them into my mouth. I lick up and down your slit and over your clit. You breathe heavy. I lick down to your ass and run my tongue down to your hole, staying there a few seconds. I come back up and thrust my tongue inside, fucking you as best I can...you fuck back slightly. With my tongue still sliding in and out of you, I turn on the vibrator...the noise itself sends a tingle up your spine. Your clit is throbbing and your wetness begins to increase, coating my tongue. I touch your lips so slightly with the vibrator. Your breathing increases more. I circle around your lips and down to where my tongue is before gliding the vibrator up your slit and to the base of your clit. You gasp and move. I continue the route, each time lingering a little longer and a little more on your clit. You let out moans and throaty breaths. I know you are close and focus around your clit. "Aw, baby, here it cums...fuck...fuck yeah...baby, make me cum," you moan. A guttural, drawn out groan comes from your lips. "Here it comes again...fffuuuuuuuck." You ride the wave until you can't take it anymore. I immediately put down the vibrator and lift and spread your legs as your orgasm lingers. I have waited so long for it. I thrust in hard on the first stroke. "I,ve wanted this all week, baby", I say while fucking you hard. "I love it...your pussy is so wet and tight...god...you're making me cum...can I cum in you?" "Cum in me baby" you reply, "cum inside it." I do. It is a long hard cum. I rest on top of you, our bodies as one, my erection still twitching inside of you as I smother your neck with kisses. You slip your dress over your head, buttons missing, your breasts exposed; you leave your panties off. You stay barefoot as we walk to the room. Your smooth legs shine in the low light. I again admire your anklet as we walk past late night swimmers and lovers. Our situation is obvious, but we don't mind. Your wetness and my cum mingle as we walk, We get to the room; you clean yourself and slip on a sexy pair of panties and crawl into bed. We kiss goodnight before you ask, "morning sex is back on, right?" Fantasy Massage Linda's mouth found my cock at the same time Alan pushed his into my mouth. He had no trouble going deep into throat. After William's cock Alan's seemed a perfect fit. My tongue went to work on it as once, just as Linda's went to work on mine. I felt William move between my legs. Unlike Alan, he didn't explore first with his fingers. I soon felt the girth of his large member pressed against my asshole. Fortunately he moved as slowly as Alan did. To my surprise his cock moved into me with little resistance. Alan had apparently sounded me out and, while William was felt huge, there was only a little discomfort. Before long he was pumping his huge dick into my ass and I was lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. It was then that my cock dropped free from Linda's mouth and bounced rhythmically on my belly in time to William's pumping. Every minute or so Alan would pull his cock out of my mouth and let me lick and kiss its full length and his balls. It felt amazing hard and somehow I knew he was getting ready to cum. I wanted him to. I wanted him to spill his hot cum into my mouth. I stopped licking his dick long enough to gasp, "Cum in my mouth, cum all over me." Linda grasped my cock and I felt her slip a condom on it. Then, amazingly, she mounted me, my cock slipping easily into her hot, wet cunt. I was fucking her, getting fucked in the ass and sucking a guy's cock all at the same time. "So, do you want to see your fantasy," Alan asked. Yes, oh yes," I quickly replied. He bent down and pressed his lips to mine. His kiss as deep, wet and hot as Linda's had been. Then he pulled the blindfold from my eyes. With the blindfold off the first thing I saw was Alan's cock. He was essentially straddling my face, standing at the top of my head. In my inclined position his balls brushed my forehead and his cock was poised to enter my mouth. Linda's back was to me, but I could see her magnificent ass as it moved up and down on my cock. I could barely make out the figure in front of Linda, he was at least six foot three, and seemed to be engaged with Linda in a deep, erotic kiss. "Use the mirrors to see," Alan advised. I did and what I saw was more erotic then any X-rated movie. I looked to my left. Alan stood by my head; his legs spread some, leaning toward my face, ready to push his cock into my mouth. Linda was on the table straddling my hips, sitting on my cock. William was between my legs, deeply kissing Linda, her fleshy tits pressed into his chest as he pumped his cock into my ass. Even from my inclined position I could see everything. Looking up at the ceiling mirror I was able to see just how long Alan was, I guessed at least six inches. I could also see Linda's face has she moved up and down on my cock. But it was William's huge cock that was sliding in and out of my ass that truly amazed me. He was at least eight inches in length, perhaps longer. I couldn't believe I was taking all of him. I laid my head back and took Alan into my mouth again. My tongue was working hard. I felt him tense. I moved my arms over my head and grabbed his tight ass pulling his hips towards my face as he groaned loudly. Hot cum splashed onto my face and into my mouth. I head his as firmly keeping him in place has he came. I tried to swallow as much as I could, allowing some to drip over my lips. Cum landed on my nose and eyes. My face was covered. It was too much. Amid Linda's loud moans and urgings I shot my load into her. Seeing Alan cum all over my face and knowing I was finishing in Linda as she climaxed, William let out a loud groan, tensed his ass and pushed deep into my asshole. I could feel his hot cum filling the condom has he came inside me. It was a sensation, an incredible high I had never felt before. The air was filled with moans, heavy breathing and the raw smell of sex and cum. Linda climbed off the table and me as William pulled out of my ass and discarded the now filled condom. Linda pulled the condom off my cock and licked me clean. Then, moving to my head she kissed me deeply. Alan and William joined her at my head. Before raising the table she knelt at my head. The guys leaned their cocks in and Linda and I licked them clean. Then, after kissing her again she licked the still warm cum from my face. Using my tongue I tried to help. Then as the two guys backed away from the table Linda raised the table to level and then leaned over. Her breast, nipples still rock hard, pressed into my chest. She leaned close to my ear. "Relax a moment," she whispered. "The guys will get a couple of hot towels to help clean you up, then we will all take a shower." My deepest fantasy had come true. It had been wonder. Already my mind was racing towards another adventure with Linda and company.