Hank had slipped away.
"What the!? Get back here, Mister!" but Hank had already stepped out of her reach and was headed back toward the room.
Alexa shut off the water and grabbed the towel. She remarked on the quality. All the little luxury touches were constantly surprising her. This towel was more like a soft cozy blanket. She really liked how the fabric felt against her skin.
She had waited to dry her breasts off last because they were so sensitive at the moment. The outdoor shower created plenty of visual privacy. But she had a suspicion any sound would provide a sexy melody to any nearby neighbors were she to start touching herself right here. She worried if she dried off her breasts first, she'd let out an uncontrollable moan.
As she ran the luxurious cloth over her 35 year old body, she saw her breasts in the mirror. She loved her pendulous D cups but was noticing they weren't as perky these days. She could hear Hank's voice in her head saying "why don't you ever look at the 99.9% of you that is awesome? Your boobs give me a reason to wake up. Two reasons, actually!" But she couldn't help notice her body had changed in her 30's. He assured her for the better. She didn't always believe him.
Being fair, Hank was no Adonis. His hair had receded some and greyed a lot since they met 10 years ago. He was 44 and signs of aging were more evident. While he still had strong shoulders and legs, his midriff was like an airport. An always being worked on, but still never done project.
Certainly not like his glory days playing soccer in college. While his physical features had slightly faded, his kindness and intelligence more than made up for any aging. He was still a handsome and sexy devil. He knew it but not in an ugly way. A sexy confidence. She wanted to share his confidence. She was getting there.
As she dried off, Hank was beginning to get nervous inside. He hadn't told her that he hired a professional masseuse to come rub her down. Originally it seemed like a fun surprise. But now that he had gone and gotten them both so turned on, he began to fret his impulsivity in booking the massage without asking Alexa.
"Maybe I'll go take a run and hop in a cold shower while she gets her rubdown." It would be awkward, he thought, to just sit there during the massage anyway.
At that moment, the room's phone rang. It was the front desk.
"Hello Mr. Allaire. We always want to protect our guests' privacy. If you have arranged an appointment with Lokelani from Maui Islands Massage, it would be our pleasure to help her bring the table up to your room."
"Oh! Thank you! Yes."
"It will only be a moment, Sir. Aloha."
As Hank hung up the phone, his mischievous mind kicked in. He had tried hard not to allow his to mind wander to a scenario where his wife would actually be turned on by the masseuse. Where he could join the masseuse and give Alexa four hands to please her.
"Hank, who was on the phone?" Alexa interrupted his fantasy world as she stepped in from the patio.
"Well, I planned a surprise for you." This made Alexa pause, a curious look on her face.
"I made an appointment with a local spa to have a masseuse give you a massage here in the room, Sugar." He really tried his best to make that sound as if it were more quotidian than breakfast. But inside, he was sure if she'd think that this was weird.
Alexa knew a sensual massage was one of his many fantasies. Recently, they had agreed to open up more about their fantasies. This had been the first one Hank shared. They were learning how to better share their inner thoughts. It was new for both of them.
Hank would worry about just how honest he should be with Alexa. His mind went to some very kinky places. She had never spent much time in her own mind thinking about fantasies. Sure, she was always horny. But deepening their experiences together, keeping their love fresh; they were both enjoying the actual effort that was requiring.
One of their first attempts at exploring this new level of intimacy, not just discussing it, was when a massage with a friend evolved into a ménage à trois. Her mind drifted back to that incredibly hot evening.
Hank interrupted that thought, "Alexa? Are you ok with this idea? She's on her way up right now." He knew he should have asked her before.
"Oh! Really? Sorry, I drifted off. Wow! Thank you, Honey! Seriously? Just a massage?"
"Yeah! This business sale has been so stressful. You've earned it. It's our time to relax and splurge. You deserve a massage. As much as I wanted to book you a sensual one, I remembered we promised to talk first before anything like that happened again. I'll just go for a run while she's here and let you two have peace and quiet. After she leaves, I'll pick up with you where we left off in the shower!"
"Well. Wow! That's awesome! Thank you! You'd BETTER!" She was definitely surprised. His attempt at being innocent actually had Alexa thinking, just a little, about "what if?" It turned her on to think he had gone to such an effort.
He laced up his running shoes and got up. He walked over to where she stood. With only a towel between her luscious skin and his touch, he gave her a gentle kiss on her mouth. He touched the nape of her neck in just the right place and, with practiced pressure, triggered a jolt of bliss down her back, just under the skin, along her spine.
"I hope it's awesome, Sugar." He pulled away from the embrace. "But I do admit, I wish it was me touching you all over right now! Kind of jealous of her."
"No fair getting me all hot and bothered and then telling me someone else is coming to rub me!"
"It's only an hour! Then I'll come back and lick you until you beg me to stop. But if you're that turned on, I mean, I can see if the masseuse will..."
"Shut up, Hank!"
Just then there was a knock at the door. Hank walked over to open it. Alexa slipped into the bathroom to grab her robe.
Standing in the doorway was the cutest bundle of a happy woman. She embodied that Hawaiian spirit, Aloha.
"Hi! I'm Lokelani!" A silent hotel man followed her and dutifully carried her table into the room. He went quietly about setting it up in the corner while Lokelani introduced herself.
Her smile was disarming. Hank let a barely audible chuckle escape. "How is it possible she's this happy doing her job?" he thought.
"What are you chuckling about?" Lokelani asked.
"Oh, nothing! Just happy Alexa gets this treat."
She was only perhaps 5'3" tall, looked 32 years old. She possessed a commanding yet positive presence. She wore a turquoise cotton top that was made from form-fitting material that clung to her ample bosom and one of those long, flowing, island style skirts. Flip flops go without saying in Maui. Her skin was Hawaiian gold. Hank felt that she was kind and warm, not to mention gorgeous.
Alexa entered with her robe on. "Hello! Thank you for coming out here! I'm Alexa." And she extended her hand in greeting. All three of them stood in the center of the room.
"Well, I'll let you two talk. I'm gonna go get a run in." Hank said
But as Hank headed toward the door, Lokelani looked at him and said "No, please, not yet at least. I just like to know my clients on a basic level. You were so nice to book my time. I want to thank you, get to know you. Massage is about sharing."
"Ok, sure," said Hank trying hard to keep his eyes on hers. They kept trying to steal a glance lower. He had noticed her lovely chest as he let her into the room but was truly trying to keep focused. "Can I get you anything to drink? Or maybe you'd like a hit off our vape?" He didn't mind staying for a minute. She was really cute.
"Thanks, some cool water would be fine. No vape for now. Maybe later though?" She giggled.
"Let's all sit down over here then?" And Alexa gestured toward the coffee table. There was a nice couch and two chairs facing the couch, across the table.
Lokelani sat down first and Alexa sat down next to her on the sofa. Hank placed a glass of cold water down on the table and sat in one of the chairs across from them.
He wondered if Alexa had anything on under the robe. Her robe fell across her legs just so it allowed him a view up the back of her thigh. She had the nicest little curve where her bottom starts. He had to tell himself to act like a 45 year old who had control over his urges.
"Where are you guys from?" she asked the island visitors.
"Sonoma County," said Alexa. She was so friendly. Hank loved how she was always making new friends. It was such an endearing trait to him. His wife started all things with love. "You should come visit! We have amazing wine, beer, and restaurants! It is so pretty! Have you ever been?" She just met this woman and was already inviting her to come visit.
"No, I've never even heard of it!" as she smiled. "But it sounds lovely. Who doesn't like a nice bottle of wine? Do you know if anybody makes a good pinto there? A friend let me taste one of those the other night and I LOVED it."
Alexa giggled a little without being pretentious, "Pinot?"
"Oh yeah,' she giggled, "Pee-no."
Alexa grabbed a bottle. "Oh you are in for a treat. Try this Lando!" She began pouring a taste of their 2014 from the Russian River into a glass before Lokelani could answer. She handed everyone a glass and raised a toast. "To vacation massages in my own room!" They all clinked, looked at each other in the eye, and tasted.
"Wow! Wow!" said Lokelani. "Oh my, ok, I've only had like five wines in my life..." The taste of cherry, plum and sassafras was velvet in her mouth. But words like those escaped her at the moment.
"That is the best wine I've ever tasted! Wow!" She giggled. Not an annoying laugh, or insecure 'awkward silence' kind of thing. More of someone who was completely enthralled by life.
