I slowly drifted into reality from a dream that was already fragmenting. It was more like a nightmare from the pieces I could remember: I was being chased by many people. Flashes of gunfire erupted behind me every time I looked back to see if they were gaining on me. There was a low rumble but it was delayed several seconds from the flashes so gunfire seemed like the wrong description. I knew I could outrun them but then a moped pulled up to my right and paralleled me. There were two forms on it. One was driving and the other was aiming something at me. I remembered thinking, 'Fuck, I'm toast." Several flashes blinded me and I had to slow down. The moped slowed too and the foot-chasers behind me closed the gap. In a panic, I sped up again but the moped stayed right there. More flashes erupted, followed by crashes but I wasn't looking. I turned left down an alley. The moped was caught off guard and it flew on straight past the alley. I was alone and I slowed my pace. Way up ahead at the end of the alley, Alexis was waving for me to come. She was yelling, "Hurry. You have to see this." There was total blackness behind her so I couldn't figure out what I was supposed to see. She yelled, "Hurry," again and grabbed my arm.
I was completely awake now but a little confused. Alexis was standing on the floor on my side of the bed. Her hand was gripping my arm pulling at me. "What? What's wrong?" I mumbled.
"Nothing's wrong. You have to see this. It's incredible." A bright flash lit up the bedroom like a flare and was gone an instant later. Seconds later was a sudden crack and a rumbling. I recognized the sensory inputs immediately as a thunder-storm. Alexis and I both loved thunder-storms and I was instantly on the move toward the open balcony doors with Alexis still holding my arm. It was raining lightly but we went right to the filigreed railing to watch an amazing display of continuous cloud to cloud lightning with occasional bolts down to the harbor which were followed seconds later by the same crash and rumble from my dream.
Alexis looked from the sky to me and grinned broadly. "It's beautiful isn't it?" she said. I vigorously nodded and then bent to kiss her. She cuddled in close to me and I draped an arm around her shoulders. We were both wet from the light rain but it was a warm rain and we stayed right there for a half-hour until there were long pauses between flashes and the rumbling was barely loud enough to hear.
The morning woody that was present when I bounded from the bed was gone now. We carefully made our way across the marble floors to the bathroom. Our wet feet made for slippery going. Until the hot water in the shower hit us we hadn't even realized that we were chilled from the rain. After a few minutes of passionate embrace we assumed our shower-sex position on the marble floor and rocked ourselves to mutual orgasms. Then we washed and rinsed the other along with some playful teasing of the other's sex. Alexis wiped the fogged mirror enough so she could assess the damage to her hair. I playfully stood behind her and vigorously ran my fingers through her curls. She didn't resist and when I was done she said, "Well, that didn't help any," and then giggled as she tried to push her hair into place with her fingers.
"Don't worry Babe. We are scheduled for a couple's massage at eight. Get your hair done after. I have a jet waiting to take us to our next destination." I knew she was waiting for me to tell her what the destination was but I immediately started brushing my teeth. I watched her reaction in the fog streaked mirror.
She just stared back at my reflection and as I finished, she said, "Well, are you going to tell me where?"
I took a sip of water off the faucet and spit it in the sink. She was glaring at my reflection when I lifted my head. I grinned at her and said, "It's a surprise."
She placed her hands on her hips and said, "At least give me a hint."
I thought for a moment and then said, "Summer Lovers."
She cocked her head at me and said, "That's the clue? How about another clue?"
"After we get on the jet." I bent down and kissed her on the lips. She half-heartedly kissed me back. She was concentrating on the clue.
We dressed and went out in search of breakfast. It was early but the sun was out after the rain cleared out. The cobblestone sidewalks and roadways were still wet but they would be dry in no time. We walked hand in hand around the Park at the Casino Square to the Café du Paris.
After a light breakfast we sat and drank a second cup of coffee. It was delicious. I asked the waiter what kind of coffee beans they used and he wrote it down for me. We wandered down the nearly vacant sidewalks to Le Metropole Shopping Center. The individual stores weren't open yet so we window shopped at Gucci, Hugo Boss, Armani and all the other high end stores I'd ever heard of and many more I'd never heard of. The mall was easily the most grandiose architecture I'd ever seen. We wandered for an hour and thank God, we didn't get to go in a single store. We headed back to our Hotel for our appointment at the Hotel Spa.
I opted for a masseuse and Alexis chose a masseuse as well. There was no way a guy was going to be giving me a massage. Alexis could have gone either way. Her last massage was by a masseur so maybe she was just mixing it up to experiment a little. We undressed and climbed up on the side by side tables on our stomachs and placed the hand towels over our naked butts like we were instructed. Soft Indian Sitar music was playing in the background and burning incense filled the room with relaxing scents. My face was in the foam circle so I couldn't see the masseuses when they came in. All I could see was a pair of shapely legs with white hot-pants at the top and silver stilettos at the bottom. She started with my neck and scalp and kneaded my back muscles as I groaned in pain. I heard Alexis groan but I couldn't tell if it was in pain or pleasure. My masseuse moved to the foot of the table and worked from my feet up to my ass running her incredibly strong fingers under the towel to knead my glutes. I jumped when I felt her fingers drop down between my upper thighs and drag along my scrotum. In a strong French accent she said, "Sorry."
Now I was in a pickle. When she touched my balls my cock went hard. I knew I was about to turn over on my back and I was concentrating hard on anything to get my cock to deflate. The masseuse tapped me on the buttocks and said, "Please turn over." I hesitated hoping the extra seconds would help. They didn't. I rolled on my side facing away from her as she lifted the towel waiting for me to get on my back. As I rolled onto my back I watched my cock bounce off my stomach and take a position about forty-five degrees above horizontal. The masseuse placed the towel down over my crotch and it formed a tent. The masseuse giggled and said, "Don't be embarrassed. This happens all the time."
I looked over at her standing between our massage tables. Alexis was already on her back with her towel over her crotch with her breasts exposed. Her nipples were erect. I recognized that unmistakable sultry look on her face. When my masseuse moved to my head, Alexis burst out laughing as she saw the tented towel. Her masseuse looked over where Alexis was looking and she giggled as she continued working from Alexis' head to her waist.
Alexis suddenly stopped laughing and let out a loud moan as her masseuse ran her oily hands over Alexis' breasts. Alexis' hands involuntarily moved to cover the masseuse's hands. I watched both of the masseuses look at each other. They had sultry looks of their own on their faces.
A thought went through my mind, 'I don't think 'happy-endings' are out of the question after all'. My cock surged harder and lifted the hand towel another inch or two. My masseuse stepped up onto a short stool behind my head and leaned over me to work down over my pectorals to my abs and then back up again. She did this a few times and her shirt covered breasts pressed into each side of my face as she leaned forward. She could have just as easily stood at the side of the table to massage my chest and abdominal. She was teasing me. My cock leaped upward and the hand-towel fell to my thighs.
I glanced over at Alexis and her masseuse was bent over her sucking on Alexis' nipples. Alexis' hands were up under her masseuse's shirt molesting her tits'. We were all breathing raggedly. My masseuse got down off her stool and went to the bottom of the table to work my feet up to my thighs. This time she made no "accidental" connection to my sex. This time the touch was overt. She walked up the side of the table and wrapped her right hand as far around my fatty as she could and began jerking me off.
I lifted my head to look at her and noticed that Alexis' masseuse had moved into a sixty-nine position above Alexis with her short skirt hiked up to her waist. There was a whole lot of moaning and groaning coming from that table. My masseuse glanced back over her shoulder as she continued jerking on my cock. She was squeezing my glans with her oily fingers as she came up over the top of my cock. I dropped my head back and groaned.
I was disappointed when she released my cock and I raised my head again to see what she was going to do. She slid her hot-pants to the floor taking her panties with them. Her glistening sex revealed that she was horny. She went back behind my head and stepped up on the stool again and then climbed up on the table and positioned her knees so she could maneuver her sex to my face. She dragged her tits across my face on the way and pushed her lips to my granite hard cock. Her clitoris was erect and reddening. I pushed my tongue to her labia and flicked my tongue on one side and then the other. She flinched at the contact and she kissed my glans before wrapping her fingers around my shaft to hold me in place as she struggled to get my fatty into her mouth. It took a few tries but when she succeeded I groaned hard into her pussy. She stopped half-way down and gagged as she pulled back and coughed out a wad of saliva into her oily hand. She gripped my cock again and rubbed in the saliva and struggled her lips back over the knob again. This time she went slowly until my cock touched her throat and then began an incredible blow-job/hand-job and I groaned into her pussy again.
