"RINGGGGGGGGG" The phone bellowed. I pushed in. "RINGGGGGGGGG" again it called as I pushed in to the max. She giggled and reached to the phone next to her. Her other hand reaching behind me, her fingernails digging into the flesh of my ass as she pulled me deeper inside of her. "Yessss" she stammered into the phone as I hammered into her. "We... we will be there shortly." " Ohhhhhh Honey please stop."
I continued my assault inside her. I was up and ready this time. No premature shots. I was going to fuck her like she needed to be fucked. "Really STOP!" She shouted. I looked to her. "We are late, the spa just called down. I can't show up there with your cum dripping from me." She blushed. I reluctantly pulled out of her.
My week of vacation sex was so far not living up to its expectations. Alas it was only Tuesday. We were off to our couples massage. Her still tipsy, once again sexually satisfied, and me barley able to fit in my shorts as I only had time to wipe myself clean before rushing down to the spa.
The thought of the two young ladies rubbing our naked bodies in the sun and sand just off the water did little to lessen the tightness in my pants as we walked in. We were greeted with another round of mojitas, and a set of bath robes and led off to separate dressing rooms. Just what we needed I thought to myself. It will loosen her up a bit more, for who knows what, my mind wandered.
I thought it best to leave my boxers on under the circumstances. I am not huge, average size would best describe my endowment. Still large enough to be seen under the robe so I kept my hands in the pocket and held it out a little so as my arousal would not be evident as I walked out to the private cabana. My wife was already there and waiting as the escort asked us to lay face down and the techs would be in shortly. To my utter surprise my wife removed her robe and had nothing on. They had told us to strip down to the level we were comfortable with. I truly thought she would leave on her panties, if not her bra as well.
Still in a somewhat state of shock a call came from outside. "Excuse me?" The attendant called out.
My wife was already on her cot face down with a sheet covering from her waist down. I still in my robe answered. "Yes?" She poked her head in and smiled as I held the robe again out from my now straining erection.
She opened the curtain sticking her head in. "I am afraid that Maria has become ill. She will not be able to attend to your wife this evening. If it is ok, with you Senior our newest and youngest massage therapist is available and ready to fill in. Very eager and trained in all the latest techniques. Just out of training school. Yes?"
Thoughts of an 18-year-old nubile princess rubbing warm lotion over my wife's body had my member throbbing and aching. "YES of course!!" I answered too fast and too sure. "Um. That would be fine by us." I responded in a more relaxed tone.
"Very good Senior" and she was off. Wifey looked back at me and giggled as she shook her head.
"Put your eyes, and your penis, back in their sockets and get yourself ready or you will be the one turning red." In her tipsy state she was much more relaxed and playful then normal. I discarded the robe, opting to leave the boxers on in my condition. Again she laughed.
"You know... just because she is young, doesn't mean she is gorgeous. We might just have two hags come in to do this job."
And just as here words met my ears the flap opened and in walked Consuela. Not what I had expected. Not ugly, mid thirties a little muscular for my taste. Not unpleasant. I had hoped for more but my true desire was to watch my wife get rubbed down.
Consuela began on my neck and shoulders as I strained to look towards the flap to see wifey's prize. A moment later in walked.........Estaban!!! Wait this wasn't the plan. He was young all right. 22 to be exact. With muscles upon muscles to boot. Her face lit up as her eyes looked up and down his fit frame. Just then Consuela turned my neck so I could not see their side of the tent.
"I am, my name Estaban" I heard him proclaim in broken English. "I will be rubbing on you tonight. Please you to tell me harder or more soft? And where to rub you best, yes?" I shuddered at his words.
"Yes" she replied happily. "I do need to be rubbed best tonight" she giggled.
Now I prefer deep tissue massages myself and Consuela was doing a fine job of grinding into my stiff muscles. Probing and kneading every little knot in my back and shoulders. Doing a good job on her own, but asking too often if she was to my liking. I just wanted her silent so I could hear and see what was going on just a couple feet to my left. I told her she was doing great and I just wanted to quietly relax and enjoy the moment.
"I am to start on your back and work my way around if it is good." Said Estaban as his muscular hands worked over her tender naked skin.
"OHH yes all around is very good Estaban." She cooed. "He is very good for a cabana boy." She whispered to me giggling and teasing me. This only made my subdued member again begin to stir. "And could you rub a little more here please?" She leaned up and pointed to the place her shoulder had stiffened just last week. In doing so she lifted herself up some and flashed both of us her right breast. I couldn't help notice her nipple was hard and I do believe that Estaben didn't fail to take notice of the same.
"Yes Miss, I think I can rub out all that hardness for you tonight. Estaban will make for you to be very relaxed and contented."
"Mmmmmm" she purred, I do like to be content. I have not as yet been well attended to this week at all." She giggled as she again poked fun at me.
"I am very sorry Miss, I will try and attend to every of your desires if I can be allowed."
This was almost too much. It was beginning to sound like the soundtrack from a cheap porno movie. It was having that very effect on me though as I was now fearful that Consuela might ask me to turn over my excitement to be discovered.
She did rotate my head back so I had a clear view of the next bed. Estaban was now rubbing from the tight spot at her shoulder blade out wards and down her sides. Too far down in my opinion. His hands would stop just short of sliding under her torso and cupping her breasts. As it was he was getting a pretty good feel of side boob with each pass. When she exclaimed, "Could you please go a little slower and a little deeper Estaban?" I almost soiled the sheets.
"Of course Miss I will go more around and more strongly for you." His reply was followed by his strong hands almost lifting her and sliding over her tits.
"OHHH!!!" she exclaimed as she wiggled under his touch. "Ummm Estaban sorry I only meant if you could rub deeper into the stiff area on my back." She was a bright shade of red.
"Please Miss I am very so sorry, my English is not its best. Please to pardon me?"
He apologized but his hands removed themselves from her breasts ever sooooo slowly as he did so.
Still blushing profusely and breathing a little heavy she tried to calm him. "Its OK, no harm done, it was an accident and well..... It wasn't a bad accident." She giggled again.
Consuela spoke to him rather firmly and loud in Spanish. I just tried to relax from my state of excitement. Seeing my wife get felt up right in front of me had made my dick even harder then it was before. I could feel it leaking onto the bed and now I was more embarrassed then mad. Estaban went back to working solely on her back and Consuela asked if I were ready to turn over?
I stammered something about the long plane ride wrecking havoc on my back and that if she could just stay in that area I would be more then happy. I got the feeling she knew my troubles but was being very professional in her manner and agreed to keep working with me face down. My back was starting to feel great but my cock was boring a hole through the cot and I could feel the definite wetness pooling from the tip of my dick.
I noticed that Estaban was going lower and lower towards the small of my wife's back. Pushing the towel down so a coin slot appeared at the top. "Is good this I rub Miss?" He asked.
"MMM yes" she purred, relaxing again. Then to my utter surprise "Please go further down, do my buttocks." I was in SHOCK! This was WAY not like her. Estaban did not hesitate as his hands slipped under the tow
el and I could see him massage the orbs of her bottom. As far as I could tell he was only rubbing her cheeks.
"This is good pressure or should I rub deeper Miss?" Estaban inquired.
"Very good indeed Estaban, any deeper and hubby won't need to come home tonight." She giggled. I think that comment had Estaban blushing. It was hard to tell with his dark toned skin.
He spent another good five minutes rubbing her bare ass under the towel and I swear I could hear her purring. It may have just been the blood rushing through my head, as I was somewhat in a daze over the events.
The sun was almost down when he asked her to turn over. Without hesitation she did so. I don't know if it was all the rum or what but she didn't even attempt to cover her top half. Her breasts in all their glory, perked to perfection in full view of all three of us. Estaban and Consuela both seemed to take that in stride. I guess they were used to that occurrence. I however was NOT. My eyes widened, my cock spasmed, my cum erupted! I was cumming without so much as a touch down there.
Again Consuela knew of my dilemma. Again she was professional to the max. "I will get a wet towel and wipe off the oils now Senior if that is good for you?" Six shades of red deeper it looked as if I forgot to come in out of the sun that afternoon.
"Yes.... Yes please, that was an excellent massage thank you." Was all I could utter.
Meanwhile Estaban was working his was slowly up my wife's legs.
"Please to let me know how hard and how deep you like this Miss" Estaban inquired as he passed by her kneecaps.
"Ohhhh I like it very hard and very deep. In long slow strokes." She was fucking with me now. How far would she take this? How far would I let her? How come my cock was starting to stir again?
"Yes Miss" he answered as his hands kneaded the soft white skin of her outer thighs.
Then as he stepped in closer his hands rotated to her inner thighs again just above her knees. I could see the prominent bulge in Estabans white shorts. As he stepped closer to her that bulge brushed against her shoulder. I could see her shiver at its touch. I again heard her purr.
I watched as she shifted on the table. Both slightly parting her legs further to his touch and leaning into his crotch as he rubbed her. "Ohh that's just the right hardness Ernesto.' She cooed. My cock was again throbbing and trying to push through the cot I was lying upon. Would I cum twice in so short a time without any touch there?
"I am happy to be pleasing you Miss" came Ernesto's reply as his hands ventured inch by inch higher towards her treasure. Her breasts were red and heaving with her every labored breath. Her nipples were perked and pointing to the open sky. It was then that I noticed that Consuela had left the room. She had wiped me down and cleaned up my mess without so much as a word. I was beginning to panic that I may need her cleaning abilities again soon.
"Very pleasing Ernesto!!" Her labored voice sounded as if she were near to her own touch less orgasm. I could not look away, as her torso seemed to lift up and towards him with every squeeze of her inner thighs. He couldn't be more then 3 or 4 inches from her wetness at this point. Hell the way I had been smelling the sweet perfume of her dripping pussy made me know he didn't need to add any of his own massage oils.
"Would you like for me to get in more higher Miss?" There it was! His offer to penetrate her. To go where only I had been for the past 20 years. At least as far as I knew. I stared and listened. My cock pounded against the sheets. She purred again as the sweat poured down my brow.
"OHHH Ernesto......" her voice trailed as she continued to hump the air at his touch.
"As wonderful as your touch has been, I do think I will let my dear husband finish off this massage. I read that we can keep the room for up to an hour after to relax by ourselves? Isn't that true?"
"Yes of course Miss, it is so you say. I will arrange for your alone time." And just like that his hands were off of her. He was out the door and we were alone. In as little time as it took me to roll over she was up and on my stiff cock.
"They.... They may come back in." I stammered as she slid all the way down my pole and grunted.
"I don't fucking care!" She cried as she bottomed out. "And if you fucking cum I swear I will call Ernesto right back in here to finish the job! Now fuck me and FUCK ME RIGHT!!!
And fuck her right I did. Having just cum minutes earlier I was much more in control. I stood up taking her with me and slid her up and down my cock as she wrapped her legs around my back. When my legs felt as if they were about to give out I lifted and slammed her back onto my cot and fucked her missionary style. She giggled when she landed in my prior wet spot. "I knew Consuela was doing it for you." She implied.
Grunting, I pulled out, flipped her over so her red tits were in the old puddle and slammed my cock back into her doggy style. As fast as she landed in the cum puddle, and I reentered her deeply she was shuddering and cumming below me. I fucked her harder and deeper as her cunt spasmed around my pistoning cock.
Her pussy was squeezing my cock like a velvet glove as she came a second time in succession. I could feel my balls tighten and knew I was close again myself. I slipped my hands under her and squeezed both her breasts. Arching her back towards me. I pinched her nipples and slammed fully inside her, shooting my sperm deep into her womb. She screamed and came again with me this time, turning her head to meet in a deep kiss as we fell exhausted onto the cot.
I think we both fell asleep there. We were awakened by a gentle calling from outside the room. "You have five minutes more Senior" came the soft tone of Consuela's voice.
We scrambled to get our robes back on and headed off to our respective showers before meeting back up in our hotel room a short time later. It was only Tuesday evening and the "vacation sex" was starting to live up to its my great expectations. What would the rest of the week bring about? My mind was already racing when from the next room I could hear my wife on the phone. "Yes, I would like to book Ernesto for a massage on the day we leave....... Yes Saturday morning at 10:00 would be great....... No, it will just be for myself this time. Thank you."
The End.
Sleeper
On his way back into the building Vincent nods to Jeff, the security guard plowing his way through an over-filled sub, as if to say: hey, it's only me, as always this time of night, no need to extricate yourself from that mountain of beef and salami.
As ever, the guard ignores or misinterprets the gesture. By the time he reaches the barrier the man is up - surprisingly fleet of foot for someone so portly and gray - waiting for Vincent to remove his jacket and put it through the metal detector along with his little box of Chinese takeout.
Vincent sighs inwardly, thinking: Really? I'm a threat to this place?
Employees as well as visitors have their belongings scanned at RCE Energy, ever since a disgruntled marketing exec passed comment concerning his being passed over for promotion by emptying a handgun into the third-floor photocopier.
That photocopier had always been asking for it, though. Everyone knew it was only a matter of time. In recent years, though, there had been a rise in attempted invasions. Protestors, objecting to the Corporation's take on sustainable energy, running into the building armed with eggs, paint, other things not so pleasant.
So Vincent doesn't make any comment to Jeff the security guard, just complies as usual. Vincent's not a security man, but he actually feels some sense of solidarity with the guy ever since the CEO came down to his office one night after hours, asking him to carry out a special intelligence project.
"The major threat's not people throwing shit at our building, Vincent," the man had said. "This is the information age."
Vincent had accepted the job, of course. The kudos of a personal visit from Mr Stanton had been far too much to turn down. His constant dedication and extensive record of overtime had finally been noticed, and he wasn't going to waste the opportunity now.
He probably wouldn't know what to do if he ever did find a mole, of course. Vincent's not in corporate intelli
gence - Stanton no longer trusts the folks in corporate intelligence - he's just a lonely soul who doesn't have a life, coming back to the office with a little box from Wong's, just long enough after everyone's gone home so they can't see he's a sad workaholic.
Sad that he gets a little thrill when the elevator doors slide open to confirm that the 33rd floor is now empty.
Sad that when he reaches the fake walnut door to his office, he's buzzed to have some time to himself to get ahead on his work.
Sad that there's nothing for him at home but a dark little hole of an apartment.
He twists the doorknob and does a dorky little 360 as he slips inside, easing the door shut so that the latch clicks, sealing him inside his quiet sanctuary of gray, black and chrome.
When he turns around again, Cassandra Mayer is right there, lying there on his desk, waiting for him, without a stitch on.
"Hi, Vincent."
*
Vincent drops his box of sweet-and-sour, eyes wide, jaw dropping to the floor. The shapely brunette is lying on her side, propped on one elbow, her long hair draped over a shoulder to hide her breasts, the only part of her that is in any way concealed.
To say it's a shock would be putting it mild.
He's never even seen the corporation's senior planning policy officer in casual clothes before, let alone stark naked, sprawling across his desk. And yet the very first wince of embarrassment that passes over his face is from realizing his beautiful, startlingly nude colleague just bore witness to his dorky little 360 as he entered the room.
It takes a moment before it begins to sink in that his disturbingly bare colleague is lying on his desk, waiting for him to react.
"C-C-Cassandra..." he stammers, wishing to the high heavens he could somehow channel Cary Grant just now.
Just an ounce of cool, suave calm would be worth the world.
Cassandra smiles as she traces a hand down the elegant curves of her body, from breasts to thighs, as though guiding his startled eyes to take in what he clearly can't quite believe is in front of him.
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