DAY TWO
We had flown into to the island yesterday and had checked into a beautiful over-the-water bungalow which was located just off the resort's private island.
This was day two of a luxurious adults-only Jamaican get-away. Hubby had treated me to a fantastic island holiday.
I have poured a hot bubble bath in the spa-bath at our beautiful over-the-water bungalow.
While I was looking forward to the hot spa bath, what I really needed was to cool down. Hubby had spent the morning showing me off in the sheer, and very wet one-piece Wicked Weasel bikini in silver-sand colour. The material is called Sheer Vision and is see-through when dry!
Hubby had managed to get me all wet in this very revealing bikini and then we had walked along the resort's private beach. Let me tell you that it left little to the imagination of the other couples who greeted us as we strolled along the sand. I am sure that I received more attention due to the revealing nature of the one-piece suit.
SPA BATH
I took his advice and filled the circular spa bath that was in our beautiful villa. It had a pair of floor-to-ceiling hardwood louvre doors that opened out to a spectacular view of the bay. The turquoise blue Caribbean Sea looked so inviting. There was an area of the sea where patrons could swim that was protected with a shark net.
I poured the small bottle of bath gel into the streaming water of the bath. It made a soft sudsy covering on the warm water which I sank into. As I sat on the edge of the tub, I looked down at my bathing suit. I was shocked at how see-through it was.
Standing up again, I faced the mirror on the sidewall. Oh, my God. The wet material was entirely see-through, particularly where the fabric had stretched over my firm 34C tits. I have very fair skin, and my pink nipples and areola could easily be seen through the wet fabric.
I looked down and saw that my pink pussy was equally visible. No wonder everyone had stared at me this morning.
Let me describe the last few hours to you.
RESORT SPA
After our luxurious tropical breakfast, Hubby had booked us into a couples spa massage. He presented me this small packet saying that I should wear this today.
I got up out of bed and tried the bikini on in the safety of the bathroom. Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, I could see that the front of the sheer one-piece looked like any regular high-cut swimsuit. I liked the way the thin sheer fabric stretched over my firm tits. My nipples could just be seen through the lightweight material, but I wanted this effect.
I slowly spun around to see what it looked like from other angles. Oh my! It showed off the sides of my breasts and, as it had a thong back, my firm butt was on full view. It was almost entirely backless with two thin shoulder straps meeting the thong very low down my back.
Hubby had encouraged me to walk with him down to the resort spa wearing just this swimsuit. Since it was early morning, we were the only people about.
When we arrived, the receptionist escorted us to the massage area. The massage area was outside in private fenced off area. There were two large massage tables under a thatched canopy. Some light relaxing Jamaican music was playing in the background.
We were told to get undressed down to our underwear and to lie on the tables with a towel draped over us for privacy. I told the receptionist that this swimsuit was all I had to wear.
She was undressing me with her eyes as she looked me up and down. "That's alright, Darling. Just take it off and get under the towel."
When I had got undressed, I noticed Hubby was already lying face down on his table under a towel. That was quick, I thought. Hubby was looking at me as I climbed up onto the bed.
"You are looking so hot, Pixie," he said as I rolled my naked body over onto my front and pulled a towel up to cover my butt. I wondered what Hubby was wearing under his towel.
Two therapists came out to join us: a young female Jamaican woman and this hot looking Jamaican male masseur. The male masseur came over to my table while the girl introduced herself to Hubby.
The woman was wearing a tight, cropped white T-shirt with the resort logo printed on the front. She also was wearing a pleated white miniskirt. I could just make out her dark nipples under the stretched white fabric.
The guy was wearing a loose singlet and baggy cotton shorts. Their white uniforms were such a contrast to their beautiful, dark skin.
Both of them had a pump bottle filled with oil held around their waists with a thin belt.
The guy introduced himself, "I'm Bembe. And I will be giving you your massage today." He pulled the towel down, so it rested on my thighs. It felt a little anxious as it felt like it only just covered my arse cheeks.
My concerns faded quickly as Bembe squirted oil into his strong hands and commenced massaging my shoulders and back. The oil felt warm, and his massage was firm and soothing.
I melted when he started to massage my shoulder and clavicles. "Oh, that feels good," I murmured under my breath. Bembe just continued his massage with long, firm strokes around my shoulders and upper arms.
I looked over at Hubby and found him staring back at me as his young masseuse was mimicking what Bembe was doing to me. She had her back to me, and I couldn't take my eyes off her long supple legs as she reached over Hubby. I noticed that her mini skirt was very short.
Bembe pulled my hair up and out of the way as he moved to massage the back of my neck. My face rested in this hole in the massage bed. Looking down at the floor, all I could see was Bembe's strong-looking legs. I was getting a little turned on looking at his smooth hairless skin. It occurred to me that he must get his legs waxed. His skin glowed.
I felt the towel moving up my body as my legs were now exposed. Bembe moved down to the foot of the table. I flinched as he started to massage my left foot. I am ticklish and don't usually let people touch my feet.
"Relax. I'll take this slowly," said Bembe in a soft, soothing voice. He was massaging the arch of my foot as he spoke to me. I could feel the knots in my feet vanish as he pressed his thumbs into my skin.
I looked over at Hubby. His masseuse was rubbing his foot as well. She held the calf of the leg she was working on upright as she massaged his foot. I noticed that she had to stretch up to reach the sole of his foot. Her miniskirt rose higher. It wasn't covering much.
Bembe placed my foot back on the table and began working on my right foot. I felt him spread my legs apart slightly. He was standing between our two tables facing me. I could see Hubby was resting his head in the face hole. My mind kept drifting as I watched Bembe's muscular thighs flexing. I loved the scent in the room. Was it just the smell of the oil?
Bembe put my foot back on the table as I felt the towel move further up my back. I felt his strong hands massage one leg. He ran both hands up my thigh and would pivot them around my buttock. Bembe then used the fingers of both hands to massage the soft tissue of my legs, bringing them back to my heel.
I was sure I could feel Bembe's fingers get closer to my pussy with each stroke in my inner thigh without actually touching anything private. I was so turned on, and enjoying this part of the massage that I involuntarily spread my legs a little further.
I was also involuntarily raising my arse each time Bembe's hands spun on my buttocks. I thought to myself, "Oh, God, was I humping the table?"
I gazed over at Hubby with heavy-lidded eyes as I hummed my approval of what Bembe was doing to me. Hubby's masseuse was doing the same thing to his legs: long slow strokes up and down his thigh, but since she was so short, she had had to bend over the table. It was then that I caught a glimpse of her naked pussy lips. She wasn't wearing any panties under that minimal skirt!
Hubby's face was still resting in this hole in the massage bed, and I don't think he was aware of the show his young masseuse was giving me.
Bembe moved in between the two tables again as he started to massage my other leg. I looked back and could see that his hard erection was showing under his shorts.
I hummed, "mmm," as Bembe caught me staring at his crotch.
Emboldened, Bembe's next sweep of his hands made the lightest contact with my sensitive, aroused pussy lips. I don't know what came over me, but I gently spread my legs, allowing him better access to my moistening lips.
Bembe asked me to turn over as he held the towel clear of my body. When I was lying on my back, he draped the towel back on my chest. I am sure my bald pussy was on full view to Bembe but, from that angle, Hubby would be none the wiser.
I gasped as Hubby was asked to turn over as well. I could see that he was naked - just like me - and it was apparent to all that he also had a hard-on. The towel could not hide the tent that his erection made. Hubby's young masseuse applied oil to his chest and started to massage him. Hubby was mesmerised by her firm tits as she leant over him to rub his chest.
As I looked up her short skirt, Bembe dragged my towel down. Oh, the friction felt exquisite as the soft cotton fabric rubbed over my sensitive, hard nipples.
Bembe poured oil onto my chest and started to massage my abdomen. He had moved to the far side of my table so he, too, would be able to see his massage partner's bare pussy as she leant over. She had her legs spread, and I could see that she was bald, just like me.
Bembe applied oil to my boobs as he rotated his hands around my soft flesh. After a while, he changed his technique and squeezed my two breasts with both his hands finishing by pinching my sensitive and hard nipples.
I let out a little gasp as this felt so nice. I looked over and found Hubby staring at me with a big grin on his face. It felt naughty to be having another man play with my nipples in full view, and seemingly consent, of my Hubby.
Bembe moved down to the foot of the table and started to massage my calf and thigh. He had folded the towel down the middle of my legs, so the other leg was still covered.
When he finished the first leg, he positioned my foot, so it rested against my other knee. He then made a start on my other leg.
