Through the garden of the resort, past the pool, the management has thoughtfully provided a massage table under an open-air cabana by the beach in a grove of coconut palms. Helen and I found our way there and helped ourselves to ice cold bottles of Dos Equis' from a stainless cooler by the table.
Helen leaned against the massage table with her arms crossed as she sipped her beer watching the waves roll in to the shore. Her hair was lifted by the breeze and her pale blue eyes sparkled from the sun glinting off the water. She turned and looked me over, down to my sandalled feet and said, almost casually, "Take your shirt off, Hank."
After a quick glance around, I set my beer down and pulled the Hawaiian shirt over my head, not taking the time to unbutton it. Helen giggled at the awkward move, but she paused a moment and lightly traced her finger tips down my chest, my stomach, stopping just short of my belt. "Nice," she remarked.
"Now, undress me," she said.
I took my time with the buttons down the front of her sun dress and, when I had them all, I slowly peeled the dress off her shoulders and let it slip to the ground. She was watching me, I think sensing me with her little mechanical mind, feeling me get aroused as her freckled breast was exposed. My face was inches away from her skin as I sank to one knee and was eye level with her bikini bottom. I angled my head and looked up as if to ask for permission. She cocked her head to the side and made a smirking face at me that said, 'Well, duh. Take that off too.' So, I grabbed the bikini edges that rode high on her hips and pulled them down to her ankles.
Facing her neatly trimmed, bare crotch, I felt compelled to lean in and nuzzle her a little, but she grabbed my ears and tugged me away.
"Ow! Ow, Ow, OW!" I exclaimed. "That hurt!"
Helen was smiling. "It's time for that massage you promised, Hank."
"O'k," I answered morosely while rubbing my ears. I guess the automaton programmers had built in some sort of 'tease' protocol, but I was hoping we where going to get to the hardcore fucking I had planned. Sooner, rather than later.
Helen arranged rolled towels on the massage table, deftly climbed up and laid face down. I picked up the glass bowl of clear oil from stand next to the table and dribbled small drops across her back. Satisfied I had enough to work with, I set the bowl down and began massaging her muscles, starting with her shoulders. I know something about body mechanics, and everything seemed to be exactly in the right place. As I pressed my fingers into and across her upper back, her skin rolled and I could feel her musculature move under my thumbs. It was remarkable how much she felt like a real woman. Her skin was perfectly imperfect, with the color variation you would expect in a fair woman on vacation in a tropical resort. I stooped for a closer look at her pores and tiny, fine hairs. Beautiful. Helen moaned with contentment.
I worked my way down her lower back and felt her arch a little as my thumbs dug in deeper, touching some internal sensory trigger. Her ass was heart shaped and creamy white. I could feel my heartbeat rise and my face flush as I dipped my thumbs deep into each cheek, almost touching her hip bones through her feminine fat pads and toned muscle. If her head had not been turned away, Helen could not have missed the growing tent in my white pants. My fingers slipped between her shiny cheeks and I felt the thickened skin of her asshole. I pressed my finger in just a bit.
Helen jerked her head around and said, "I'm sorry, but I don't do that."
I nodded and proceeded to oil and massage her thighs. 'Interesting,' I thought. Why would the 'Helen' designers, who had created an otherwise perfect sexual robot, forget to include a functional anus? I could not remember having specified this in the planning sessions, maybe because I thought it was obvious. Damn them. I would have to take this up with the resort management.
Helen lifted herself and rolled onto her back. Her head rolled back with her eyes closed as I worked the long front muscles of her thighs. "How does that feel?" I asked. "Perfect," she replied. I was imagining myself in her position and what I would feel like, what I would want, so I worked my way down to her ankles, the top and the arches of her feet. As I rubbed oil into and between her tiny toes it struck me that I should be on that table getting a massage. Right? I paid for this damn trip, for this experience. When am I going to get mine?
Helen parted her legs, maybe a little too quickly, exposing her glistening vagina. She lifted her head a bit and caught my eye. 'Well, alright then,' I thought as I moved around between her legs. I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down the table towards me and pushed her feet back, opening her like a flower. I bent over and began kissing over and around her welcoming pussy. For a moment, I thought I heard a little whir and clicking. Was that coming from her? Was that some mechanism sound the designers had failed to cover. Perhaps, it was all just in my head. I flicked her clitoris with my tongue and then dipped in, tasting her delicious, slippery inner labia. Helen moaned and shivered. Her torso twisted as if guiding my tongue to just the right spots. I could feel the skin of her belly and thighs dampen as I pressed my tongue deeper and deeper. Her breathing was rapid and she held my head, pulling my face into her Mons. Suddenly, she grabbed my ears, arched her back and released a guttural shriek. My face was pulled flat up against her shuddering crotch, my nose bent over against her clit as she released wave after wave of orgasm.
"Ow! Ow, Ow OW!" was all I could say.
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I think I mentioned that I feel a little self-conscious about walking around naked, even on vacation, even in a private room. Helen did not have the same concern. She hopped off that massage table and literally skipped to the pool, leaving her clothes behind. I watched her skip away and I rubbed my reddened face with oily hands. As I was pondering what had just happened, I picked up the scattered clothing and grabbing a couple more beers from the cooler- headed for the pool. This day was not exactly going as I had planned, but it was still early.
There were a few 'people' in the pool area, but I knew, and I suppose Helen knew, they were all artificial. Yet, they looked real and they had been artfully placed in credible real life scenarios to enhance the faithfulness of the scene- for me. There was the older, paunchy man with a much younger trophy wife sitting at a table with umbrella drinks. Young newly-weds were smooching in a double-wide chaise in a shady corner. Several automaton women were scattered around the pool deck laying on beach towels, sunning themselves. One sun-glassed wife seemed intent on her Nora Roberts novel, while her pasty husband pecked away on a laptop, muttering about the 'damned Internet here.' There was recorded conversations piped in from hidden speakers and sporadic gestures from the pool guests, but none of them remarked or even noticed naked Helen swimming laps in the pool.
Helen accepted my offer of a beer as I squatted down at the edge of the pool. She had her arms resting on the tile-work while her body glowed blue below her. "Hank, why don't you join me?" Helen asked. "This is a salt water pool and I feel light as a feather." She demonstrated by pushing back from the edge and hovering in the water just a few feet away. Her beer held high in one hand, Helen's beautiful tits bobbed up in front of her like a child's water wings.
I stood and surveyed the scene. 'I can do this,' I thought. These folks aren't here to watch. I should not be embarrassed. Hell, this is all for me.
I unbuckled my belt, opened my fly and pushed down my pants. Helen was watching me intently from where she hovered. As my boxers slipped down, my still thick cock flipped out and Helen gave a slight gasp. And a smile. She was trying to keep eye contact, but could not resist watching my cock bounce around as I stepped out of my clothes. I straightened up and relaxed a little as I confirmed the pool people had not seemed to notice me. No one cared I was buck naked. Only Helen. I took a step back and did a cannon ball into the pool.
Under the exceptionally clear water, I could see everything. Helen's body was moving slowly, legs paddling to stay upright, with bubbles rising around her. I heard a slight humming noise, rhythmic and mechanical. Water is a much better sound conductor than air, and I wondered if I was hearing that automaton's internal machinery. I felt no urge to quickly return to the surface so I lingered, admiring the slow motion exhibition of Helen's beautiful body. Yes sir, I was going to have some of that. Soon, I thought.
I surfaced and shook the water from my hair and eyes. "There you are," said Helen. "I wasn't sure you were going to come back." She swam in close and wrapped her arms around me, pressing her body into mine. My arms likewise surrounded her and we bobbed together at the deep end of the pool. Helen kissed me lightly, looked away, then into my eyes, and kissed me again. I kissed her back. Passionately. Couldn't stop. Did not want to stop. She leaned back with her legs wrapped around me. Her freckles stood out on the top of her chest and her tits glowed blue white. Her wet, darkened hair was pulled back behind her ears exposing her fine, delicate neck.
Normally, a man's package shrinks up in cold water but Helen was making things very hot. My cock was thick and erect while my balls had pulled in tight. I was ready, right now, to insert myself into Helen, but when I moved to do so, she backed away, unlocked her embrace and slipped out of my arms. I momentarily lost my balance and tipped over, my cock arching out of the water like a dolphin. When I righted myself, Helen was hanging on the edge of the pool again.