7 comments/ 58408 views/ 17 favorites Jane and the Heavenly Massage By: badbuy Jane emerged from the clear blue water feeling refreshed. After many long months on ship for work, it was nice to be able to swim in and enjoy rather than watch longingly as the ship steamed on. Even that was only on a good day. There were several points during the underway where she didn't even get to see the sun or feel the wind on her face for days at a time. Today the sun was shining and a cool breeze followed her as she walked out of the water toward where John was working out. He stopped as she approached and offered a dashing smile. The sun glistened off his bald black head and sand stuck to the sweat that covered his body. When she walked up to her husband, John kissed her. He took care to not grab her and cover her in sweat and sand. She ignored his efforts and pushed her body close to his, feeling his heat. He wrapped her up in his arms. "Ready for your massage?" He asked her when they'd finished. "Massage?" She smiled coyly at his surprise. "I took the liberty of setting one up for you. Your appointment is in an hour and fifteen minutes so you should head up and shower now." Surprised and unsure of what to say, she kissed him again and grabbed her towel and book off her lounge chair. They'd come to the island on an all-inclusive package and Jane figured a massage was out of their budget. John, always the scoundrel, bet the rules for her again. She pinched his butt, turned away from the beach, and walked to their room to get ready. Not wanting to press the issue any, she pinched his butt as she turned to head off the beach and up to the room to get ready. She unfurled her towel as she walked, preparing to wrap it around her waist. A devilish idea popped into her head and she instead rolled it back up and walked back with it in her hand. John would be observing her swaying her hips and pushing her shoulders back a little more than usual. She was wearing her one of her special foreign vacation bikinis that left little to the imagination. This one had a lightly lined lime green top that just covered her respectably alluring B-cup breasts paired with blue and green low cut bottoms. The bottoms had three straps on each side attached to a small metal ring in the back. A seventh string went down from the ring between her cheeks to meet the front just below her sex. The actual fabric covering her was minimal, barely leaving anything to the imagination. Everyone that saw her in it was floored. Normally she wore it to humor John, but felt a little self-conscious with it on. With one glance, everyone could see what she had to offer. They could see the outline of her areolae through the top and could tell how she shaved by the amount of skin showing below. But before this trip she'd had plenty of time to get her diet in check and work out. This time she felt sexy in it. John watched as she walked away, swaying her hips and flaunting her curves. He thought back to this morning and felt himself stiffen. Jane had gotten up early, as usual, and went into the other room to read her book. This one was a sci-fi novel about the colonization of a distant planet. He waited for her to finish reading and hop into the shower. When the water started running, he had quietly opened the door to the bathroom and stepped into the shower with her. She was shampooing her hair, head back and eyes closed. The suds adorned her body. His eyes pored over her soapy breasts and legs then back to her bare slit. She looked amazing and her body invited him in. As she turned her face into the water, he had wrapped her up from behind, sensuously kissing her neck as his hands accepted the invitation. Jane shuddered as the breeze cooled her wet body. The chill reminded her of this morning's shower. She'd jumped when she felt hands capturing her as she rinsed the shampoo out of her hair. They caressed the taut skin of her thighs and belly and were accompanied by lips that kissed her neck. Calm had fallen over her as her lover's touch identified him. He'd explored her body for only a few seconds before allowing a hand to spread her legs. His other hand came to her breasts, gently squeezing each in turn as the other swept her sweet rose petals, caressing and parting them. His hands had harmonized there until she began grinding her ass into his stiff cock with in time with his fingers. He'd guided her hands to the shower wall, pushed her chest forward, and pulled her hips back. A mix of shower water and Jane's own lubrication dripped from her wanting core. First, he'd knelt and kissed her soft swollen lips, exploring her depths with his tongue. Then, he stood and placed himself at her entrance. She'd moved her hips slightly to invite him into her then felt his head catch at her opening. He'd pushed into her slowly and she'd turned her head so they could kiss. John recalled breaking the kiss and picking her up to place her against the shower wall. He'd taken her legs, wrapped them around himself, and lowered her onto his hard cock. As her softness enveloped him, she'd gasped in pleasure and his lips had found purchase on her neck. He'd started thrusting into her, a motion she'd matched with a rhythmic rolling of her hips. Finally, his body had stiffened with a grunt and he'd pushed deep into her. He'd rested in that position, leaning her against the wall with her legs still wrapped tightly around him. Now, he found himself standing alone on the beach with his board shorts tented outwards. He went back to his workout as his wife continued to climb the hill and turn the corner. He lingered there a moment more remembering how perfect, how confident his wife had looked as she walked off the beach. The man sitting at the beach's bar had noticed as well. He almost fell from his stool leaning over to watch her movements. Finally, John snapped out of his reverie and took off down the beach for a quick run. As Jane walked past the bathroom of their suite, she glanced at the shower. John had held her against the wall after he came, both of them panting. She'd moaned and squeezed herself around him, enjoying the feeling of being filled by the man she loved. After some more kissing, he'd softened up inside her and set her down. She'd glanced at her thighs and saw his seed dripping down her legs. She loved the manly display of his cum against her skin. They'd smiled at one another and finished up showering together. She walked into the bedroom and was greeted by a view of herself in the floor length mirror against the far wall. Turning to each side, she took a minute to look herself over and had to admit she looked good. The bikini barely covered her but did so in just the right way. The first time John convinced her to wear a suit like it was their honeymoon. She'd been bashful every time she put it on, hyper-aware of judging eyes on her feeling that she didn't measure up. But it drove John wild when she dressed this way, and he'd explained to her that he was turned on to watch how all the other guys wanted her. It grew on her to where she only brought one more modest bikini to her three sexy bikinis on this trip. She quickly headed for the shower, did her makeup, and threw on an outfit more suitable for the walk through common areas to the spa. She wore her modest bikini and covered it with a pink tank top and pair of blue shorts. Putting her room key in her pocket, she left the room and went down to the spa. Typical to the island, there was no one at the front desk so she took a seat in the lobby and picked up a house magazine from the corner table. There were some cute ideas in it that she liked for decorating the house they were still looking for back in the states at their new, joint, duty station. Words could not express her elation at being close enough to live and work together for the remainder of her service obligation to the Navy. She made mental note of the decorating ideas as the receptionist walked out and called her for her appointment. "Jane?" the young woman asked. Jane stood with a smile, "That's me!" "We're ready for you now. Follow me and I'll take you to the changing room where you can get ready." They walked down a hallway with four curtained doorways and a towel warmer jutting out from a nook on the left wall. The receptionist opened the last curtain to a small room with a wooden bench and another doorway with a curtain opposite the entrance. Jane stepped inside and the beautiful girl handed her a towel from the warmer. "You can get ready here and your massage therapist will meet you shortly in the room through there." She indicated the opposite curtain, smiled, and left. Jane had received many massages from places all over the world and normally there was an apparent custom or explicit instruction for what to wear. There were no guidelines given and the spa wasn't busy when she came in. She had no idea whether to strip down to her bikini or completely naked. Last time John had scheduled an unannounced massage for her, he'd tried to be tricky with it and line up a masseur for her. Some interesting fantasy he had for her that she wasn't entirely comfortable with yet. She remembered reading in the hotel's pamphlet when they checked in that the spa prioritized matching up genders when assigning massage therapists to clients. That, combined with the fact that Jane knew the massage would be better in the nude, allowed her to make the decision to strip completely. After folding her clothes neatly and placing them on the small bench, she wrapped herself in the towel and walked into the next room. The room was well lit with sky lights and a wall of windows covered with thin curtains that let in plenty of the sun but preserved the private ambiance of the room. The room was pretty large for just one massage table, lined with gray river stones on the sides and a bamboo floor that the table lay on. The white walls were adorned with paper torches casting light upwards. The room was a fusion of European and Asian culture. Jane crossed over the walkway through the rocks and up to the bed. She lay on her back and covered herself. The towel was rather large and she laid it over her shoulders down to her knees. After situating the towel, she breathed a sigh and allowed herself to drown in the soft melodies coming from a pair of speakers in the ceiling. After a short wait, she was brought back to reality when her masseur walked through a door in the side wall of the room. It was a tall man, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw. He had a mop of blonde hair and a day's worth of stubble adorned his face. With a smile, he introduced himself as Marcus and approached the table. Jane silently cursed John as a little nervousness rose in the pit of her stomach, she should have known. Quickly thinking of a way to get herself out of this situation, she started to get up and realized that it would be difficult with the towel as her only cover. As she was working out the logistics, Marcus came to the edge of the table, and grabbed the far edges of the towel. "Normally, we start on the client's back. But we can start on the front if you like." He lifted the towel and turned his head, preserving her modesty. She lay there watching him, her whole body now exposed to the air. Jane sighed and rolled her eyes. She wasn't getting away at this point. Besides, John's massages were usually stronger than the masseuses but the latter had better technique. Maybe this would be the perfect blend. She relented and rolled over onto her stomach. Marcus responded to the sound and lowered the towel, covering her body back up. "What kind of massage do you like? Are there any specific areas that need work?" Marcus asked as he set out a bowl of warmly scented oil and worked it onto his hands. She wanted a stronger massage but not deep tissue. She didn't like the idea of being rubbed into a bruised pulp. Marcus laughed, "I can do that. You are right though, a lot of people come in here asking for 'the harder the better.' Those with fairer skin such as yours usually leave with some bruises even after I confirm with them that I'm applying the right pressure." He began with her neck, starting just beneath her tight bun and ending just above the towel. His hands were warm and the oil had a calming scent. "Relax," he softly implored. Jane sighed and felt herself loosen up. She was here now, and couldn't easily extricate herself from the situation as it stood. Besides, massages are supposed to be done in the nude. Society placed a stigma on nudity and she should feel comfortable in her own skin. At least, that's what John would always tell her. 'I guess there's no better time to practice than now,' she thought to herself. "Am I using too much pressure?" He asked. "No, that actually feels really good, thank you." She closed her eyes and relaxed as best she could. Marcus stepped to her side and folded the towel down to the small of her back as he began to work her shoulders. They conversed while he worked. His voice was very calming, deep and relaxed. Subjects varied from how she was enjoying her stay on the island to which activities she planned on taking part in during her stay. He recommended the free diving lessons offered at the water activity center as he was an instructor. There was a good variety of aquatic life she could see right off the beach and if she came more than once she was veritably guaranteed to see something different each time. Jane had been resting her arms under her head while they talked but Marcus pulled her arms to her side and gently guided her face into the table's hole. "Just relax now; we'll talk in a minute." She provided a soft response and nestled into the hole, allowing his hands to work their business. Her muscles moved under his touch and her tension evaporated into the air. Marcus finished with his work on her back after working out a hard knot that had been bothering Jane for a while and folded the towel back up her body. He moved around the table to her feet and folded the towel up to the middle of her thighs. At some spas, the custom goes that once one part of the body is uncovered, it stays so for the remainder of the massage. The best places show a little more attention by covering the client as they go along, only leaving bare the part of the body being actively worked on. Marcus's courtesy with the towel, polite and pleasant demeanor, and skilled hands finally put Jane at ease after her initial expectation of having a female instead of a male massage therapist. She breathed deeply again and closed her eyes, finally allowing herself full immersion in the massage experience. He applied oil to her calves and applied different pressures and styles first to one leg at a time then to both together. His large hands easily wrapped around her calves and kneaded the entire muscle group. Soon, he reapplied oil to his hands and moved to her thighs, again starting with a focus on one leg at a time. Where his hands barely brushed the edge of the towel when he massaged her back, they now reached under it a good amount to access her entire thigh. Thumbs on the inside of each leg and fingers outside, he massaged deeply and went up to where his hands touched the outside of her hips. Jane felt the towel inch upwards some as he did so, but still felt it covering her where it mattered. She had more coverage than if she was wearing just a bikini but still couldn't keep herself from blushing. "Jane, are you alright?" Marcus asked after a while of this. She realized she'd tensed up again and thought about his question before answering. "I'm doing great, you're very skilled." She said as she relaxed again. "Thank you but, trust me, it is my pleasure." She put her hands back under her head so she could talk more easily and they chatted for a while. Through the conversation, Jane found out Marcus had only been giving massages for about a year. He'd studied engineering in school but had lost his job stateside at a well-established engineering firm due to rough financial times for the company. He could only find jobs at low-level firms and decided that wasn't for him. His wife, a psychiatrist said she could find a good position anywhere and they elected to relocate to the island. Once here, she found an office to work out of and has a strong client following and he moved on to his second career as a masseur after formal training and licensure. He moved the towel, first recovering her entirely then revealing her entire left side. "And I honestly don't think I could be happier. This is a much better way to spend my time than running numbers through formulas. That got real old, real fast. Here I get to meet new people daily and give massages to people like you." Warm oil dripped onto Jane's side and she enjoyed the sensation as he lightly worked it into her skin before returning to his deep rhythmic ministrations. Finishing that side, he shifted the towel and did the same to her right side. As he worked down from her shoulders to her thighs, he gently pulled her right leg away from her left as he smoothed out some tightness in her hamstring. His expert towel placements kept Jane covered and she figured the movement was for him to work better at the knot. He finished up with that knot and covered her legs, moving again to her lower back. He continued the conversation by asking about her. They talked about the different massage styles she'd experienced and her current job. She explained to him that she wanted to get her doctorate in psychology and become a research psychologist when her service contract ended. He listened intently and offered very intelligent and thoughtful conversation. She felt extremely comfortable now. It was amazing how much he had assuaged her initial reservations with his attentiveness. He pulled her arms from her again and guided her into the face hole as he rubbed them down for a second time. Jane closed her eyes and almost drifted off to sleep as he moved from her arms, to her shoulders, then down to the small of her back. "I think I've finally worked out all the kinks in your back. I know you're a busy woman, but you should really find a masseur in your area that you can visit regularly, it will do wonders for your back and for your running." They hadn't talked about her running yet, so Jane made note of his comment as he continued, "I would like to compliment you. Most of my clients are too shy to come in the nude, but the massage is much better this way." He stopped working her back, moved the towel so it covered just her buttocks, and started using some techniques that meant to relax the whole body at once, as he described. He was large enough that he had one hand on her shoulder and the other on her calf. The high hand was flat on her back and the low hand massaged deep with the fingers as they came towards one another, stopping at the edges of the towel and going back out before switching roles and repeating. He moved to the opposite side of the table and did the same for the other half of her body. As he continued using this technique with different hand movements, his hands started to slide farther and farther under the top side of the towel than they had before. He moved to the foot of the table and began working exclusively on her legs. His hands moved quickly up her legs and under the towel. He massaged her thighs and moved up to her butt, still covered by the towel. Like her thighs, he massaged her butt for only a short amount of time. As he did so he interrupted the calm silence and asked again if she was doing alright. To Jane's surprise, her breath caught a little and she coughed before replying, "Yes, great." Her mind quickened some at his touching her bare buttocks but then calmed as his hands moved away and she realized it was nothing more than a professional massage. She easily sank back to serenity. "You are in really great shape, strong and well defined musculature. Your running is really doing wonders for you." Marcus commented. Jane and the Heavenly Massage "That's the second time you've brought that up, how do you know I'm a runner?" Jane asked, reminded of earlier in their conversation. Marcus chuckled a little, "Sorry, it's an island. I saw you running this morning." His hands stopped momentarily, resting on her thighs. "If I'm to be completely honest, I was working on the beach setting up the chairs this morning when you ran by. My co-worker told me you had this appointment block and I volunteered for it. Hopefully that doesn't sound ridiculous or unprofessional; it's just nice to work with a nice woman with a good figure. A lot of our clients have...less than enticing figures." He continued with a pulsing movement on her thighs. Jane returned his light laugh but didn't say anything in return. Her cheeks flushed again, but not from embarrassment this time. It's always nice to be noticed, and Marcus went out of his way to act on his observations by requesting her as a client. Maybe she should have been at least a little alarmed, but Marcus was a nice guy and very professional. She felt warmed by the act. "Like I was saying, you have great definition in your hips and legs. Keep up the good work." Her silence had thrown him off. "Thank you, I do enjoy running." He switched his movements on her thighs and hips and continued with his original fervor. She could tell he was put at ease knowing that she wasn't upset at his hand picking her patronage. He finished up on her thighs and clasped his hands together. "For the final part of the backside massage, we normally remove all the towels but we can skip that part if you like." Jane was...flattered. She knew she should say no, even be indignant at the proposition, but she wasn't. Marcus had done nothing truly unprofessional throughout the massage when he had her naked on his table and realistically could have had his way with her. Her mind flashed to her husband and his last attempt at setting up a massage for her. She knew what he would say if she asked his opinion. Before thinking too hard about it she calmly stated, "That's fine. Thank you for asking." She braced herself for the pang of regret over the decision as the towels came off her body. Everything she'd ever learned about propriety told her she should be ashamed or embarrassed to be naked in front of a man who wasn't her husband. Especially since he had shown some form of interest, professional or otherwise, in her. However, the pang never came and she allowed herself to enjoy it. Marcus applied more oil to her back and stood at her head, working his hands down from her shoulders to her thighs and back. He kneaded her all over, pausing to apply pressure on the small of her back with the heels of his hands. On the way back towards her shoulders, he used his fingers to get deep pressure on her sides and his thumbs along her spine. He ran through this whole set of movements three times, each time pausing longer on her butt, cupping and kneading her cheeks. Completing that portion, he moved to the foot of the table and began massaging Jane's feet. She had to wonder what kind of view she was offering him. She was nude but her thighs were still together and she halfway hoped that was offering her some degree of modesty. The other half found some form of thrill to all of this. She was surprised at that side and trying to fight it down in her head. There wasn't much time for that as he quickly moved up to her calves then to her thighs. He placed both hands on her right thigh, enveloping it and pushing slowly forward from her knee. At the height of the movement, his hands were just a hair's breadth from touching her labia. She breathed sharply in anticipation as he approached but his hands turned away at just the right moment and she exhaled. He repeated the motion then did the same to her opposite leg before moving on to a similar motion as earlier where his hands ended on the outside of her hips. He pressed deeply then, slightly lifting her hips off the table as he massaged them. When he did this, she realized that her legs had come apart some and she was now offering him a full view. The thrilled half won and she smiled knowing he could see her. Marcus grabbed the towel and held it up as he had earlier, covering his face and imploring her to turn over. She did and he covered her with the towel. He then crossed the room and grabbed a smaller towel and pillow from the warming rack on the wall. He covered the hole with the pillow, allowing her to rest her head and covered her eyes with the warm towel. "You still doing okay, Jane?" She couldn't help but purr a little when she responded, the experience was very stimulating. "I'm doing great, thank you. You are very thorough." Thanking her for her compliment, he stood behind her head and massaged her face, causing her to smile. "Ah, now I see for sure you're doing well. It's hard sometimes to judge how my clients are feeling during the massages. I have to thank you for being so easy to converse with. It's honestly a little awkward for me when people are silent on the table." Folding the towel down to expose her shoulders, he worked there and the outside of her arms. "You're the true conversationalist here, so thank you." She replied. With that, he moved to the foot of the table again and massaged her feet one at a time. Jane loved having her feet massaged. John was often willing to massage her back or shoulders but he had an aversion to feet. He would do it, but getting him to touch her feet was always a production. He rolled the towel up so that it rested on her thighs as he worked on her legs. Much in the same fashion as earlier, he enveloped her thighs and massaged them one at a time, reaching all the way under the towel. As he did this, she felt the towel shift up her legs but he made no move to replace it when he switched legs. At first, he went deep under the towel but not so close to her hips as before. On the second leg, he went up further the first time up her leg and brushed her labia slightly. It seemed inadvertent but Jane still flinched a little when he did so. "Relax," he whispered, and she did so. He brushed her again when he went up a second time. This time, decisively so. Jane did not flinch. Marcus straightened the towel on her thighs as he asked, "Everything good?" Jane responded with a slight nod of her head and a muttered affirmative. Marcus moved to the side and began massaging her arms again. As he did so, his white cloth pants brushed against the back of her hands. As he completed her arms and turned to go, she could swear she felt his crotch on her hand if only for a slight moment. He was definitely enjoying the massage. Jane was beginning to like this aspect of it all, turning this man on as he performed his duties. It was illicit and lascivious and altogether exciting. While she was busy with these thoughts, Marcus moved back to his favored side of the table and traced his hands down the sides of her neck to the tops of her shoulders and down to where the top of the towel was folded. He paused there a moment, pinching the towel between his fingers and waiting as if about to ask permission as before. But he didn't ask this time. He took the initiative, and folded the towel down so that it sat in a neat rectangle covering only her pubic region to the middle of her thighs. She smiled so he wouldn't have to ask if she was doing alright. He was very polite in that way, never taking or giving anything without first making sure the situation was clear and the option was on the table. Marcus continued silently. Oil came next, and he dripped it liberally over her centerline from clavicle to the edge of the towel and began working it in at the bottom. He didn't spread it all out at once as he had done earlier, instead focusing first on her hips and stomach up to a couple inches below her breasts. He continued working as he asked instead, "Some clients like to have their breasts included and others prefer not. Which would you prefer?" Jane now realized he was going all in. She was certainly turned on at this point, who wouldn't be after getting a great massage from a handsome man? The slight touches were one thing, but she wasn't sure she was ready for a man other than her husband to touch her in that manner. Again her thoughts went to him and his counsel was apparent to her. "Please do." "Thank you." He replied softly and started working his way up her tummy toward her firm tits. "Me? I'm the one getting this great massage. What are you thanking me for?" Jane exclaimed. "It truly is a pleasure to massage a woman as beautiful as you." 'This guy is just too smooth,' Jane thought to herself as his hands made their way toward her breasts. They came just below her breasts, web of his palms outlining their shape and he worked his way around them. He massaged both sides simultaneously, coming up around the sides and into her armpits then up to her chest before coming back around a few more times. Finally, they halted at the top, and then made their way straight down, cupping her breasts fully. They kneaded softly then firmly, he knew just the right touch to apply and when. Her nipples tempered under his strong hands. A dull electric sensation worked through her body as he caressed her tender flesh. Soon he was done and moved back down her stomach. Involuntarily, she tensed at his absence and turned her head to the side. He sensed her vexation and came back slowly to pinch and roll her hard nipples between his fingers. Sharp electricity coursed through her nervous system when he pulled on them. Her head snapped back center and her mouth opened in a soundless cry of pleasure. He stopped then and removed the towel from her hips completely. At this point, she shouldn't have been surprised at the act but she still was. Delightfully so. She smiled as he folded the towel and set it aside. Her inability to see due to the second towel still covering her eyes only heightened the intensity of the experience. The cool air of the room caressed her now wet labia and she felt electricity in them. He came back from wherever he placed the towel and poured more oil on her lower stomach and pubic area. Similar to the way he treated her breasts, he didn't dive in straight away but massaged around her pelvis for some time, working the oil into the last pieces of skin on her body untouched by his hands. "Almost done." He said "Please, take your time. I'm in no rush -- vacation, remember?" So he stopped his approach and moved to the foot of the table with a laugh. He started on her feet again but didn't spend much time before picking her leg up to stretch her hamstring as he massaged his way up her leg. Her foot was on his chest and knee bent. There was no subtlety this time as he reached the top where her legs met her tender lips. She held her breath as he neared the place and drew in sharply as electricity emanated from where his fingers lingered and massaged her wetness. "Relax." She managed to intimate a soft okay and sighed. His hands were lovely. He put her leg back down but this time planted her foot with her knee bent and leg angled outward and repeated the entire process on her opposite leg. She didn't flinch this time as he massaged her outer lips. As he finished and repositioned himself, her heart raced at how she was on display for him. His fingers took away her worries as they sparked her soft folds when they glided back to it. He stood next to her with one hand on her shoulder and one gently parting and exposing her entirely. She breathed deeply while he traced his fingers up and down her wet slit. She could feel her own juices dripping slowly down her ass cheeks and realized just how aroused she was. She wanted to feel his fingers inside her and he obliged, slowly pressing into her. He pushed one finger in to the knuckle and held it there momentarily. His left hand slid down from her shoulder to her breast and began to caress it the same way he had earlier. Then he moved his hands in an expert cadence, quickly replacing one finger with two and massaging both of her breasts in turn. The electricity built in the pit of her stomach, surging when he pinched her nipple or rubbed the soft sponge of her g-spot. After a few short minutes, she was already approaching orgasm and her breathing became shallow. He removed his left hand from her breasts, tracing a finger down her center. Her back arched to maintain the contact as he slid down her frame. When he reached her mound of Venus, he pressed down and pressed up on her g-spot. Certainly the electricity was going to envelop her. Then his hand continued on its journey down, quickly passing the last few inches to find her engorged clitoris. As his finger made contact, she let out a moan and sat up quickly, dropping the towel covering her eyes. She looked down and saw his hands touching her in a way that only she and her husband had ever touched her before. It was an astonishingly wonderful sight. He moved his hand to her shoulder and gently nudged her down. Her eyes closed as she lay back on the table, lost in the ecstasy of it all. His fingers quickly relocated to her clitoris and continued their efforts. When he had moved to calm her back to the table, his hips moved against the edge of the table and his body now leaned against it. Her hand had moved outward as she lay down and the back of it now lay against his crotch as it had earlier. Jane didn't know what overtook her, but she flipped her hand outward and gripped his shaft through the soft cloth of the pants and gave it a light squeeze. She opened her eyes and looked toward him. He was focused on his task but she began to slowly stroke his length and he soon looked her direction. There was a genuine look of happy surprise at her actions. She smiled up at him and he smiled back. The electricity jumped from her stomach in that moment, shooting through her body and causing her to point her toes and buck as she came. Her inner muscles tightened in waves around his fingers and he remained still inside her until the episode passed her. She came back down and lay there staring up at the ceiling and panting. Every orgasm was different and this one was one of the greats. He left her there and grabbed a new towel from the warmer. He came back and lowered her legs one by one. Then he covered her with the towel. He came to the top of the table and kissed her forehead. "It truly was a pleasure, thank you again," he said before turning and walking out the employee door at the back of the room. Jane heard him tell the desk clerk that she was changing and would be out in a minute. After a short stint of catching her breath, Jane jumped up from the table and quickly dressed in her pink tank top and blue shorts. She walked out of the room and down the hall where the receptionist sat at the desk. "Did you enjoy your massage?" "I did very much, thank you. Umm... does Marcus have a card?" she asked nervously, not sure if the receptionist knew exactly why she was asking. Not sure if Marcus gave the same treatment to all of his clients. The clerk looked around behind the desk momentarily before producing a card from the drawer and handing it to her. Jane thanked her and read the card as she turned and headed out the door. The card had his name, Marcus West, his credentials, and a cell phone number. She placed it in her pocket. Jane came walked briskly back from the spa to her room. Her body was still slick with oil and she could feel the wetness of her sex between her legs. John was in the room sitting on the couch waiting for her. He stood as the door opened. "I was thinking we could try dinner at-" he was cut off by her lips meeting his and she pushed him into the corner between the sliding glass door and the couch. She reached over and opened the door, shoving him outside. She kissed and bit his neck as she backed him up against the low wall of the balcony. "What's gotten into you?" John wondered cheerfully as she knelt before him and pulled on his shorts. They had only arrived yesterday but she had already laid the ground rules that there would be no sex on the balcony outside. He was rather dismayed because the balcony was private with nothing but sound to give away their acts and they could look out on beautiful view of the lagoon, beach, and ocean while they enjoyed each other's lust. Yet here she was, on her knees less than 24 hours after her establishment of the rules, kissing his legs and fondling his balls. She didn't answer for a moment as she pulled her breasts out of the swimsuit and tank top and placed one of his hands on them. "The massage was great, hun." "This great? Tell me about it." Jane started in on the story, describing the spa and how she was surprised when a man walked through the door instead of a woman. "No surprise to me." John remarked with a twinkle in his eye. She looked up and caught it before returning to her kisses and story with a smile. She described the atmosphere and Marcus and started in on the story going into great detail. She told him how the massage felt and how she felt during it. Going through step by step, she watched as he started to harden hearing her story. She noticed the details about Marcus didn't manifest physically as much as her feelings and reactions. She stopped the story just before Marcus touched her clitoris and took John into her mouth. Sucking vigorously, she amplified the motions with her hand riding his shaft after her mouth and her other still massaged his balls. "And when he pulled back my hood to touch my wet clit, I gasped and sat up," she said while she took a break and stroked him. "He nudged me back down to the table and I just basked in his handiwork. Very skilled hands." The rest of the story came in between mouthfuls. She told him about stroking Marcus's shaft, sharing a smile with him, having an electric orgasm, and finally recounting how the exit went and grabbing Marcus' card. Continuing to give an enthusiastic blowjob, she looked up at her husband, not fearing judgment but a little nervous that he would be disappointed with her. He smiled at her and caressed her cheek with his hand. "Sounds like you had an awesome time. I'm glad you really enjoyed your massage. I told you professionals do it better than me." He looked into her eyes as he said it and, even occupied as she was, she knew he gave his true opinion and felt reassured. She broke eye contact and focused in on her work. He leaned back and played with her breasts with both hands. After a few minutes, she pulled her mouth off him and stroked his wet shaft with one hand. "Fuck me please?" She asked, and then repeated as a statement as she stood and began to tear her shorts off. "Please fuck me." She kept repeating it as the familiar warmth of sex with her husband grew in the pit of her stomach, altogether different than the electricity that resided there earlier. As he put her hands on the railing and bent her over, teasing her opening with his hardness, she reflected on the difference in the feelings. Neither was better than the other. She wanted one because it was exciting and the other because it was loving and comforting. One would be overwhelming if felt too often and the other was always welcome, even needed. Jane gave another urging and John pushed into her tight, wet hole. Their bodies slapped together and joined the songs of the black finches in the trees overhead. Moans filled the empty space between the two. Warmth grew inside Jane as they joined together watching the sun set over the ocean.