Everyone having sex is at least 18. This story is a work of fiction. I made it all up. Check reality at the door and enjoy it for what it is. Special thanks to goducks111 for his help and making this a better story.
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Chapter 20 -- On the Boat
In the morning, we wake up early. We shower. Six rooms and six of us, we all get a nice hot, uninterrupted shower. Everyone had a slight hangover and are sore from so much raw sex. Don and Sara naturally wanted to help make breakfast, but Patty will have none of that. The kitchen is too small, Don gave up. Sara was more insistent, she helped cut up vegetables for the omelets. Sara, Phoebe, Julia, and I get baked omelets while the others get pan-fried. Her potatoes are to die for. Crunchy on the outside and fluffy on the inside. She uses New York breakfast sausage; it has more punch than typical store-bought does.
We have a great breakfast, and then we help set up Julia in the formal living room where she will have space, access to a sink, some privacy, and away from the sun. Lighting is okay in there, and she can yell for next. I am first, followed by Sara and Phoebe. We have a nice lunch, and then Bill, Anthony, and Don follow. We had enough sex last night; the massages go well. She is slower due to being worn out. It would be worse, but as I requested, no happy endings. She is magical, like always. Everyone is abuzz about Julia's expertise with her hands.
When she finishes with Don, she notices that we are far from shore still. She expected to be walking off the boat soon. I grab her by the hand and lead her back into the room. Everyone wore trunks or bikini's today. Julia is no exception, she looks confused.
I command her, "Up, on the table, face down."
She tries to deny me, it's cute.
Julia, "Um, no. You don't know what to do. You will hurt me. No, no, no!"
I smile at her, "Oh, come on. You are beat. Look at you. You can barely stand up. You had a rough night and worked all day; YOU need a massage. Unfortunately, the best person for the job is unavailable for you. You have done me dozens of times. I think I know the pattern. I will have to adjust the pressure to your liking, I don't want to be too rough or too soft. Now get up there, or I will throw you up there."
She relents. She removes her top and gets up on the table. I use some of her oil, one she never uses on me. I have already checked the smell of each, and this is the one I selected for her. I pour some in my hands and then rub my hands together to warm the oil. I go through the pattern that she uses. More pressure on deep tissue and muscles and less on leaner parts of the body like face, neck, and joints.
She never said a word to praise or scold me. I was hoping for some feedback to see if I was doing ok. I am just guessing here and going by my memory of what she does to me. I have no idea if you do women differently. Naturally, as my hands are near her thighs, my fingers barely touch her pussy lips. I can see she is getting excited. I move my hands away. When she calms down, I feel them again. She giggles, and I see her whole body move as she does. I have her turn over.
I get more oil again, I do this a lot, and I oil up the top half of her body. I am generous with my time as I help work the stiffness out of her muscles. When I am near her breasts, they get a lot of attention. My body is reaching her full length, and as I move up her body or back down, my tongue reaches out and licks a nipple. That drives her wild. Her body constricts.
I admonish my client, "I need you to stay still if you want me to work out your stress. Please DON'T move."
Julia looks at me with piercing eyes, "Next time is going to be hell for you." She smiles.
I reply, "The way you tease me, every time is hell for me."
After I finish her breasts, I move down to her stomach and legs. I give her feet special attention. She doesn't do this for me. I am doing this because she spent all day giving massages to me and my best friends and lovers. With dancing in heels last night and on her feet all day, they must be killing her. She often moans as my fingers glide around her toes and caress the bottom of her feet and ankles. She looks to be in heaven. I spend more time than necessary there before moving up her legs.
I know her cunt is sore; however, I can still rub her thighs near her pussy and stimulate her. I am very successful. She left her bikini bottom on, there must be a reason, I honor her request.
When I am done, I give her a quick kiss on the lips and announce that dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes. Sara and I did some fishing this afternoon and caught some grouper we will eat for dinner. No great sailfish or tuna. They were still fun to catch, they put up a good fight for their size. With Sara's first time, it was perfect.
I have just finished the massage, I wash my hands, and I find Julia crying and sitting on her table. I stand in front of her, and she buries her head into my chest. She continues to cry. Phoebe and Bill are fishing now. Sara comes in, wondering why Julia is crying.
Sara looks at me, "What did you do to her?"
I look at Sara, shrug my shoulders.
Julia laughs while still crying in my arms and says, "Steve just gave me a perfect massage on his first try. It was perfect. It was beautiful. I never thought of massaging woman's feet. He remembered me wearing heels last night and I've been on my feet all day. Yes, they were killing me. He spent twenty minutes making them feel oh, so wonderful. His fingers used just the right amount of force. I have had hundreds of massages. It's partially how you learn. I've had some good ones, he was awesome. If that's what I do to people, no wonder they like me so much. Since you taught me something, the student has become the master."
I laugh at her, "You have had some bad massages then, I'm not that great. I just tried to follow you. If anything, you just enjoyed the same massage you give others ... other than the feet. I'll take credit for that. I did remember you being in high heels last night."
Sara gets up on the table, sitting up with her legs and calf's hanging off the end of the table.
She says to us, "Let's see what you two are made of. I had high heels on last night. My feet hurt like hell. Make me feel better."
We oil up and each start massaging a foot. Sara loves it immediately.
Julia asks me, "I noticed you choose lilac for me. I wouldn't have used that. What made you pick that scent?"
I reply, "It's your personality. You are outgoing yet very feminine. Lilac has a fruity smell that is sweet and flowery. The type of oil was also important. Some are thick, and some are very thin. I wanted a thin one that would slide better. I didn't want to work as hard and tire out. If it were cold in here, I would have used a thicker oil as it would have forced me to work harder. It would have been warmer."
When we finish, Julia asks, "Who was better?"
Sara was brutally honest, "You were. I enjoyed his firmer handling of my muscles, which felt better. There was a big difference in strength he used. Your firmness of touch didn't range as much. However, your contact is better. Steve is inexperienced, he used one steady pressure for an entire muscle. You are like a singer or musician. A singer holds a note, but with a slight flutter to accentuate the note.
