CHAPTER 11: ISLAND PLEASURES -- TUESDAY NIGHT
Tuesday and Thursday nights included special entertainment at the resort nightclub. As we learned, special entertainment meant live sex shows on stage. There was a very big condition to the special entertainment: it was amateur night. We learned that these entertainment nights were frequently canceled when no female guest volunteered to participate and decide on the content of the show.
I knew that wasn't going to be the case that Tuesday night. Not with Travis's mind working in overdrive. I knew, and he knew, that I would have to approve of anything. He also knew, however, as I also knew, I would probably agree to almost anything he devised simply because the trust between us assured his careful consideration of me.
Our nights were naturally filled with intriguing and creative fucking. I would be fucked in all three holes by Travis before we fell asleep still clutching each other the way we were in our final recovery. The days also included me being exhibited, fucked, or me sucking him on the beach, always drawing a crowd of voyeurs. It seemed at some point in the day the voyeurs became a bit more involved as time went on. I would often be riding Travis and it was during those times that I would suck randomly presented cocks from the crowd. On a few occasions, Travis would direct me to get off his cock and move to my hands and knees next to him. I wouldn't know who he would point to, but a cock would soon begin probing at my gaping cunt. I would, of course, already be highly stimulated from fucking Travis's big cock so I would quickly orgasm on this new man despite a significantly smaller cock plunging into me. The combination of being directed by my lover, a stranger whose face I hadn't even seen, the other guests on the beach watching, and Travis verbally and physically teasing me would ultimately bring me to a couple orgasms.
Travis was going to be busy working out some details for my special feature for the Tuesday night 'entertainment'. That afternoon, he booked me for spa time. I didn't ask what that was but figured a little pampering was always good.
I showed up at the spa reception desk right on time. I was naked, of course. The young island woman was nearly so, too. Her pert breast stood out proudly on her chest, the semi-sheer wrap at her waist doing little to limit images of her bald pussy. A door at the side opened and I was pleasantly surprised. It was Manny who we met when we first came to the resort. He held the door for me and explained he pulled two shifts to earn money for school, this one in the spa as a masseuse. A massage table was set up in the center of the room, lights were very subdued, some incense in the air, and soft, soothing flute music came from unseen speakers.
"Ms. Wilson, it looks like you are scheduled for a massage, body wrap, and hot tub, is that right?" Manny asked.
"Please, Manny, call me Tessa. And, I have no idea. He scheduled it for me and here I am."
He looked at a clipboard in his hands. "Mmmmm... I see Full Body Massage is marked with a handwritten comment, 'and whatever comes up'." His eyes sparkled as his eyes met mine. "Any idea what that refers to?"
I met his gaze with my own sparkling eyes. "Knowing that man, I have some ideas. Let's see what comes to mind." He smiled, not bothering to hide the lewdness of his thoughts showing on his face.
I climbed onto the table, starting by lying on my front. He dribbled warm oil from my neck down my spine to the crack of my ass. With my face in the comfortable padded hole in the table, I found myself once again blind to the touch of a new man. While he worked the oil into my shoulders, neck, and back with his strong hands, the feel of oil sliding over my asshole to my already wet cunt was getting me charged up for anything. He repeated the oil on the back of my thighs and feet. As his hands worked their way up the insides of my thighs, the pressing and pulling of his hands on my leg muscles soon had me spread open. His hands on my ass cheeks, fingers sliding into my crack, firmly sliding over my asshole and down further along my cunt lips had my hips rising to his touch.
"Turn over now, Tessa." I did as he instructed. I was fully exposed to his hands and so ready for them to firmly touch me. "Keep your legs spread for me, Tessa." His fingers were rolling my nipples. It didn't feel like part of any massage, but it felt so good. "May I be very open with you, Tessa?" he asked.
I moaned softly, "Oooooo... yes... please do."
He smiled down at me. His face had lost some of the reserved professionalism he originally started with. "You have very beautiful breasts, body, and... pussy," he quietly confessed while holding my gaze. After everything I had experienced at the resort, the nudity, beach exposure, and public sex, I was no longer embarrassed by the open, lewd comments. I was turned on and wondered what might happen.
I shifted my gaze to the semi-sheer wrap at his waist. His cock was clearly stimulated as it pressed the gauzy material out from his body. "Since we're alone, Manny, would it be more comfortable without your wrap?"
He smiled and quickly released the catch at the side for the material to fall to the floor. "Thank you, Tessa." He watched my reaction as he added, "It would appear something may have 'come up' after all." I smiled.
He began the massage of my front, again beginning at my shoulders, working down over my tits, my nipples getting significant, yet tender, manipulation. His hands worked down my chest and abdomen to my mound. I held my breath as he pressed over my mound toward my needy cunt but he avoided touching, only 'accidentally' bumping my clit a couple times. He had worked over my tits and body from behind my head. As he reached over me to work further down my stomach and abdomen, his cock pressed against my head and alongside it. I turned my head in that direction, his big dark cock sliding along my face. I somehow resisted the desire to lick it as it passed by.
As he worked up my legs, he part my thighs even more as he worked the muscles on the insides of my thighs. He poured the warm oil directly onto my cunt, the oil running between my open lips. My cunt was the only part of me not to have directly felt his firm touch. That ended. He raised my knees and spread them wide. I was fully and completely and lewdly spread open to him. His gaze for a moment fixed on my open cunt, then he looked up to see me with an expectant, anticipatory, and strained smile. I wanted and needed his touch.
His attention to my cunt was amazing. I lost track of time as his fingers stroked over the outside of my lips, through the length of my slit, and special attention to the clit almost as if he was masturbating it. I had a very nice orgasm from that and, as I recovered, he was stroking between my lips from top to bottom. I ached for his fingers to go inside and my hips rotated as if helping him.
"Any idea what Mr. Brown might have meant about 'whatever comes up', Tessa?" he softly asked with a voice that came from his building stress.
He was standing alongside me. My eyes fixed on the hard cock bobbing in front of him as he moved. Not able to resist any longer, I reached out to grasp it. "I think, Manny, something has indeed come up." His smile back to me was strained. "He requested a full-body massage for me?" He nodded. "Would an internal massage be included in that, Manny?"
