"Banzai!" the man in the Hawaiian shirt shouted. He was chewing the third piece of shrimp that had been tossed into the air by the chef. The people seated at the table erupted into laughter and applause.
It was a truly international scene: a young Mexican man cooking Japanese food for a table full of tourists from the United States, Germany, and Australia. Juan, the chef behind the teppanyaki table, was more skilled with his knives than many of his Japanese peers, and it was plainly obvious that he enjoyed his job. Each successive toss of shrimp traveled higher and higher, and Mark (the man wearing the Hawaiian shirt) managed to expertly snatch each one in his open mouth.
"One more!" the crowd demanded. Juan dramatically held another shrimp at the edge of his spatula and motioned for Mark to take another step back. The shrimp was launched high in the air, nearly touching the ceiling, before landing perfectly in Mark's mouth. The crowd at the table rose to their feet in appreciation. Even the adjoining table participated in the celebration.
"Where did you learn that?" the man seated next to Mark asked.
"Oh, I went to school for years to learn that craft," Mark explained with a serious expression. "I earned an advanced degree in shrimp catching."
"Fascinating," said the woman seated to the man's right. She mimicked Mark's expression of mock seriousness, causing Mark to crack a smile.
"I'm Alex, by the way" said the man, extending his hand, "and this is my wife, Samantha."
Mark introduced himself and his wife, Kathy. For the remainder of the meal, the two couples chatted and laughed as though they had been friends for years. It was the first day of their ten day vacations for both couples. Mark and Kathy were celebrating their twenty fifth anniversary, while Alex and Samantha celebrated their twentieth.
"They seemed nice," Samantha remarked, once they had returned to their room.
"Yeah, very nice," Alex responded. The emphasis on the word "very" caused one of Samantha's eyebrows to involuntarily raise.
"Kathy is very pretty," Samantha said, adding, "for a woman her age."
"Oh, come on," Alex protested. "Don't tell me you're jealous. Besides, they have to be the same age as we are."
"They've been married five years longer."
"Well, maybe they married young, like we did. They certainly don't look older than us."
"I knew it!" Samantha said, her dark brown eyes twinkling. "You have the hots for her, don't you?"
"Aww, you
are
jealous!" He laughed, and placed his arm around her, pulling her close. "You know I only have eyes for you, honey. Always have, always will."
"You're so sweet," she said, giving him a kiss. "I don't mind if you have a crush on an older woman. It's kind of cute. Lets me know that you'll still find me hot when I get older."
"She's not that old!"
***
The following morning, Alex and Samantha had booked a couple's massage to begin their vacation on a relaxing note. They were greeted warmly by the resort's staff, and ushered into separate changing rooms. When they were instructed to remove all of their clothing and cover themselves with a bathrobe, Samantha hesitated at first. She was under the impression that she could keep her bra and panties on. Ultimately, she decided to go "full commando" beneath her robe.
They were introduced to their massage therapists, and were led into an adjoining room with side-by-side massage tables. The therapists then left the room to allow them time to disrobe and lie face-down on the tables, covering themselves with a thin sheet. Of course, Alex took that opportunity to get an eyeful of his naked wife before she quickly covered herself. He never missed such an opportunity.
At age forty, and after bearing two children, Samantha's body was still remarkably fit. Her ample breasts had grown larger since their first child, but hadn't fully succumbed to the effects of gravity quite yet. Her hips were wider than they were when they first met, and her ass was a little fuller, but with her larger breasts, she was still very well-proportioned.
It was her face, though, that instantly captured his heart. She had an angelic smile, and beautiful, dark brown eyes that sparkled whenever she smiled (or, he discovered, when she was angry.) She kept her hair a little below shoulder length, and she could pull off a number of different styles. In many ways, Alex felt that she was more attractive at age forty than she was at twenty.
The therapists entered the room, and soft music began playing. Alex closed his eyes and sensed the unmistakable aroma of lavender. It reminded him of his grandmother's house when he was a child. He felt a pair of warm, slick hands on his back, and for the next twenty minutes, he was transported into a state of restful bliss.
His bliss was interrupted when the therapist asked him to roll over onto his back. As she began massaging his chest, his imagination began to wander, and he envisioned the therapist sliding her hand underneath the sheet, grabbing a hold of his cock, and expertly providing him with a "happy ending." Each time he felt her hands wander further down his body, he became more and more aroused. By the time she began working on his thighs, he was sporting a massive erection. There was nothing he could do about it. Surely, she must have noticed.
The massage came to an end, and the couple were told that they would be left alone in the room for fifteen minutes. A warm bath had been drawn for them, with rose petals floating on top of the water. Candles had been lit, and a bottle of champagne chilled at the side of the tub along with two glasses. The door closed, leaving the couple lying in a state of pure relaxation.
Samantha sat up straight, holding the sheet in front of her. She looked at the tub and smiled. "That looks nice," she remarked.
"Yeah, well, before we hop in, there's something you need to take care of," Alex said.
She gave him a puzzled look, and he removed his sheet, displaying his rock-hard cock, twitching uncontrollably.
"Oh. My. God," she said, suppressing a giggle. "What on earth was going on over there?"
"I couldn't help it," he explained, his face flushing. "It just happened. You know I have no control over that thing."
She hopped off the table and approached him, staring at his cock. "That looks almost painful," she noted. "Would you like a happy ending, sir?"
"Yes, please."
She laughed, and glanced over toward the head of his table. She noticed the massage oil on a small table and poured a generous amount into her hands, rubbing them together to heat the oil. She stood to the side of the table and squeezed his cock, eliciting a heavy sigh from her "client." She alternated one oily hand after the other, as if she were climbing a rope.
"This is fun!" she said.
"Then we should do this more often," he responded, breathing heavily.
She began using both hands simultaneously, squeezing his cock with each forefinger and thumb and twisting and turning in opposite directions.
"Oh my god," he groaned. "Where did you learn that?"
"I just made it up!" she said proudly.
"I'm...I'm going to fucking explode," he warned.
She removed one of her hands and stroked his cock hard and fast. Within seconds, a stream of cum spurted from the tip of his cock. He tried his best to muffle his groans as several more streams of milky white fluid covered her hand. She gradually slowed her pace until she was certain that he had been completely drained.
"The end," she said with a smile. "Happy?"
***
"You did the couple's massage, too? How did you like it?"
