One night we had gone to the stand-up comedy show and were hanging out in the lounge afterwards. This guy who is so full of himself saunters up and starts flirting with us--all three of us. It's like he's playing the field all at once and trying to see who would bite. Well, Tricia starts flirting back. You know Tricia is so beautiful, with her long flowing dark hair, her pouty lips, and an ass that looks sexy in every outfit. She's giggling at his stupid jokes and touching his arm and everything. She doesn't even mind him staring at her titties half the time.
"So this guy is ready to score with her, so he leans in and whispers in her ear, 'Why don't we head back to your cabin?' But he's kinda drunk, and he says it loud enough for Madison and I to overhear.
"So Tricia whispers back in his ear (loud enough for us to hear) 'Just the two of us? I thought maybe we could do a threesome.'
"The guy turns bright red and drops his drink on the floor! It spills all over Madison's Jimmy Choos and she jumps. Luckily, the lounge is carpeted, so the glass doesn't break. He squats down, picks up the glass, curses, and mumbles an apology to Madison. Then he stands up, looks at Tricia and says, 'I was just thinking the same thing! Although...wouldn't it be a foursome?' grinning and nodding in our direction.
"Tricia responds, 'No, just three. You've heard the expression "Three's company, four's a crowd" haven't you?'
"He looks puzzled for a second, but then he starts checking out my tits, then Madison's tits, alternating back and forth trying to figure out which one of us is going to be joining them. Tricia is doing her best to keep from busting a gut, but she holds her tongue and gives us a wink. Finally the guy says, 'So, who's the lucky third? Stacy or, uh, you?' looking at Madison. He can't even remember our names!
"Then Tricia looks him right in the eye and says, 'Oh no, not them. It would be a threesome with you, me, and your wife. I'm guessing she's back in your cabin right now, and she'll be thrilled when you and I walk in on her so the three of us can
get it on.
'
"The guy turns bright red, drops his glass again, curses us out like a sailor, and hightails it out of the lounge. Tricia, Madison and I laugh our asses off the rest of the night about it. Tricia had seen the tan lines on his left ring finger and decided to teach him a lesson.
Anyway, after the cruise ship docked Sunday morning we drove back to Tricia's house in Houston. Madison and I weren't flying out until the next day so we spent the night at Tricia's. We did some shopping in the afternoon, but it was too hot and humid to do anything outside, so we spent the rest of the evening at her home. Tricia's mom cooked an authentic Italian dinner for us, including plenty of red wine. After dinner, Tricia suggested we hang out in her room, so we grabbed our wine glasses, and Tricia opened another bottle.
We all got ready for bed. I was wearing my usual T-shirt and boy shorts; Tricia put on some short silky robe-thingy and offered one to Madison as well.
As we were talking, I mentioned that my back was sore. There was a rock climbing wall on the cruise, and the three of us competed on who could reach the top first. I won basically every time, but now I was paying for it with some sore muscles.
Tricia offered to give me a massage. Madison thought that would be a great idea and asked if Tricia could train her on some massage techniques. I sat down in front of Tricia, but she reminded me that she was a professional and that we should do this right. She left her bedroom and in a few minutes returned with a portable massage table and some lotions.
Tricia set up the table and laid out the massage lotions. Then she said, "I'll be right back. And, um, you're supposed to be completely naked for a massage, you know." I looked at Madison, who shrugged and noted, "Well, it's not like we haven't seen each other naked before." Which was true, since it's basically impossible for three women to share one room on a cruise ship and not see each other's nude bodies. So I went ahead and stripped down to my altogether.
Tricia returned shortly with an armful of towels. She spread out several of them on the massage table and instructed me to lay face down. As I stretched out on the massage table I realized the towels were unbelievably soft and warm! "How did you...?" I started to ask.
Tricia explained that she threw the towels in the dryer before she came back with the massage table. "Little masseuse trick I picked up along the way."
I placed my face into the toilet-bowl shaped hole on the table and settled in on the warm towels. I already felt more relaxed even though the massage hadn't started yet. After draping a towel over my bare ass, Tricia began administering the lotion.
"OK, Madison, I'm going to teach you Massage 101," Tricia instructed. "Nothing fancy, just mimic whatever I'm doing. I'll massage Steph's left side, and you'll do her right. Just mirror my actions."
Tricia bent down and whispered in my ear. "How are you doing? Comfortable?"
"Uh-huh," I replied. For some reason the sensation of her breath on my ear induced a small chill along my spine. But I felt great, very comfortable on the table, and a little buzzed from the wine.
Then Tricia began the massage. "We're going to start with the shoulders. See the technique I'm using here? Do the same thing to Steph's right side. Oh, and make sure to get some lotion. You never want to rub her dry."
Tricia had given me massages before when she was still studying physical therapy, but it was usually just her rubbing my neck or something while I was seated in front of her. She had never given me a professional one, and it felt awesome. Tricia started ever so gently and slowly built up pressure in each spot she massaged. It soothed my muscles without ever feeling painful. Madison didn't quite have the same perfect touch for my right side, but it felt good just the same. The tension and soreness steadily drained out of my body.
I slowly lost myself in the massage. It felt so wonderful to have four soft hands working over my bare skin. After relieving the pain in my shoulders, Tricia and Madison moved on to my neck, then slowly worked their way down my arms. We were all talking about the great times we had on the cruise, but as the massage continued and I relaxed more and more, I contributed to the discussion less and less. Tricia and Madison did most of the talking.
I don't know when the feeling started--I think it might have been when Tricia whispered in my ear--but I started to feel a little turned on. The warm towels, the wonderful scent of the lotion, and the four hands working over my naked flesh all started to make me feel a little sexually excited. I had never been turned on by a woman before, let alone two women, so at first I just blew it off thinking it was probably the wine.
Plus, I hadn't gotten off in over a week. With three of us in the same room on the cruise ship, there wasn't much alone time for masturbating. Although a couple times I woke up in the middle of the night to hear muffled moans from Tricia who I'm pretty sure was petting her bunny in the bed across from me.
Anyway, that's how I explained away what I was feeling. The wine. The fantastic massage. The lack of orgasms for over a week. That's the only reason why I was horny. Nothing else. I told myself I would just enjoy the free spa treatment, and my bizarre urges would disappear once it was over.
Having run out of arm length to massage, Tricia and Madison began working their way down my back. Tricia's technique for this part of my body was to use her right palm to apply pressure straight down onto my back while her left palm pressed in from the side. Then she used a fancy motion with both hands together that must have stimulated some erogenous zone in my tits. I felt my nipples start to harden, while my nether region began to perspire. It was too innocent to feel wrong, and the sensation was wonderful. I think I moaned a little, but neither Tricia nor Madison noticed as they continued their now two-way conversation.
Tricia didn't pause there, but instead worked her hands down the rest of my back; Madison followed suit on my other side. My desire subsided, but only slightly.
And then they made their way to my butt. Tricia must have taken a special class just for this section of the anatomy, because her technique here was indescribable. (I could just picture the first lesson of this course, with 'mASSage clASS' written on the whiteboard.) The sensation was electric, causing me to close my eyes and begin breathing heavily. My horniness jumped up two notches, and I could feel my pussy juice moistening the towel. I made a mental note to "volunteer" to clean up the towels right after the massage so no one would notice the wet spot.
And if this wasn't bad enough, then things really started getting crazy.
"Let's switch to her feet and work our way up from there," Tricia announced to Madison.
With mixed feelings of relief and disappointment, I felt the magical hands abandon my ass and begin to massage my feet. But my erotic feelings were only growing stronger. I started to strategize how I could facilitate some alone time after the massage to rub out a quick orgasm.
