“I just wanted to apologize for my husband’s rude behavior earlier. Ted really can be a total prick at times. Well, most of the time.”
“That’s very nice of you! Apology accepted. Thanks.”
“Are you here for the Eco-tourism thing? Zip lining in the rainforest? Jungle hikes?” Susan asked.
“No, this is as adventurous as I’m going to get this week!” Ben chuckled.
Susan lifted her head to look at Ben’s two companions then turned back to give him a devilish grin. “Really?”
Ben was saved from having to answer as their massages had begun. It felt so good speaking was too much effort.
Greta had very strong hands and Ben couldn’t help releasing a few moans of relief as she found some knots and worked them out with her thumbs.
“Hey Ben! You going for the happy ending over there?” Trish laughed.
Ben missed the reference. “Greta has incredible hands and they are making me very happy!”
Trish and Rochelle burst out laughing and Ben realized he’d missed something.
He looked back at Greta and saw her cheeks were very red. “I don’t get the reference but I guess that was an inappropriate thing to say. My apologies. Trish, behave!”
“Awww! That takes all the fun out of- ooohhhhh!” she groaned as her own masseuse vanquished a knotted muscle.
Rochelle snorted.
Conversation was kept to a minimum during the first part of the massage. Greta worked her way through Ben’s muscle groups and complimented him on his workout routine for the symmetrical development of his muscles. She asked if he had any residual tightness or pain from the scarring on his back and he said no.
Then it came time to turn over.
Ben had begun to tingle down there just a little as the massage felt good and he’d been applying pressure to the area by lying on it. While it wasn’t erect it wasn’t completely relaxed either.
Sensing his discomfort Greta smiled. “It’s ok Ben, it happens. We’re all adults here,” she said quietly and calmly.
He gave her a grateful smile and rolled over as she held the towel up over him. As she lowered the towel it tented as he expected it would.
“Oh my, yes!”
Ben and Greta looked over at the next bed and Susan was a little red faced. She was looking at the sizable bump in Ben’s towel. When she realized she’d made her little outburst out loud and they were looking at her, she blushed harder.
“My apologies, Ben. That was rude of me,” she exclaimed.
It had been so out of character, or rather, his expectation of her character based on her looks, Ben was a little flustered. It was like spotting a classic American sitcom Mom from the 1950’s starring in a porno. He just nodded and watched her struggle to not look at his towel. He closed his eyes and tried to relax back against the mattress.
Greta began working his muscle groups on the front of his body. Again she complemented him on his symmetry and asked about residual pain and tightness under his scars. He informed her he had none and she smiled and continued.
He relaxed under her skilled hands and when the session was over he was feeling wonderful. He smiled at her once she helped him sit on the edge of the table. “That was amazing! I don’t often go for massages but this one really opened my eyes to how good they can make you feel! Thank you!”
“You are most welcome, Ben. I understand you have another massage scheduled for tomorrow. Would you like me to add that to my schedule?”
“Yes please!”
“Great! I will see you then.”
Ben stood and fastened his towel tight around his waist. He saw the others sitting up and preparing to leave.
Susan approached him and leaned in to speak quietly with him.
“I’m terribly sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” she said.
“It’s alright.”
“When you get to my age and you find yourself living with… someone like Ted, finding something to be excited about is a real treat!” She smiled at him and glanced down at the bump in his towel. She bit her lip then made her way towards the locker rooms.
Ben felt Trish’s big tits squeeze against his back and his cock began to wake up.
“You have a new fan Ben!” Trish said with a grin.
“Stop teasing the man. He can’t help being so irresistible!” Rochelle joked.
Ben turned his burning face towards them. “Are we done here?”
Trish saw his reaction to her and a wide satisfied smile spread across her face. “Oh my, yes.”
Ben rolled his eyes and thanked Greta once more before setting off for the locker room. Susan was exiting as he arrived and she caught a glimpse of his recent development. Her eyes lit up with excitement and she gave him a thrilled smile as he passed.
As he stood before his locker he let out a heavy sigh. He pulled out his board shorts and pulled them on. He heard someone clearing their throat as he pulled the undersized robe from the locker. He turned to see one of the male masseuses standing there with a robe in his arms.
“You could probably use a larger size robe,” he said and handed it to Ben who handed his smaller one over.
“Yes! Thank you very much!”
Ben pulled on the robe and while it was still tight he was able to close it around himself. His broad chest was still showing a little but the robe was closed from his waist down and that was good. He smiled at the man and left the room to wait for Trish and Rochelle.
He was doubly thankful the robe was closed at the bottom as Trish was showing a lot of cleavage in hers and she had a naughty look in her eyes. He felt himself throb in anticipation and her smile widened as its heat went up.
“At least get him to the room before you jump him!” Rochelle teased and Trish moved forward to take Ben’s arm as they headed towards the lobby.
As they approached they heard a lot of loud but happy voices and laughter. A new group was coming in.
They stepped into the lobby into a group of at least twenty people, all milling about with their suitcases, obviously checking in, and the harried staff trying to process them as quickly as they could. There was a lot of gold chains and large rings on display. Ben recalled this would be called ‘bling’. Now that he was closer Ben saw the group was comprised of around eight black men and at least a dozen beautiful black women. One member of the group didn’t seem to fit in and was being largely ignored by the others. She was a petite Hispanic woman, maybe 5′ 3″, with long flowing chestnut hair and full sleeve tattoos.
“Hey! I recognize those two! That’s Dream and Killah! And that’s Jarome and Millionz! Jayden loves their music!” Rochelle blurted as she suddenly stopped in surprise. Ben and Trish stopped to look back just as a finely dressed man turned and bumped into Rochelle. He caught himself and apologized.
“I- I’m terribly sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going!” he said, looking into Rochelle’s eyes.
Rochelle was frozen, trapped by the man’s hazel eyes. She seemed to finally snap out of her daze. “It’s ok. I’m good,” she said softly.
“I’m Thomas. Thomas Powell.” He couldn’t seem to look away from Rochelle.
“Rochelle King. Nice to meet you.”
“Where’s my big brother?” boomed a voice from the right. This broke the moment and all turned to see a slim, shorter man striding over towards Thomas with a much larger man in his wake.
“Danny, this lovely woman is Rochelle King.” Thomas said in introduction.
“What did I say about using that name?” Danny said crossly.
“It’s nice to meet you Dream,” Rochelle smiled and Danny’s face lit up.
“Well it’s a delight to meet you!” the man beamed.
“These are my friends Trish Campbell and Ben Shepherd,” Rochelle continued.
Dream admired Trish’s exposed flesh then took measure of the big man at her side. His size, the scars on his arms, chest and… face. Recognition began to spark in his eyes.
Ben saw excitement then resentment flash by on the smaller man’s face. He wasn’t sure what that was about but he didn’t need any more drama. Following Rochelle’s lead he nodded to the man. “It’s very nice to meet you Dream.”
The balance shifted to excitement as Ben’s acknowledgment was accepted. “Ben Shepherd of the ‘Bronze Man’ Ben Shepherd?” Danny asked to confirm.
Ben winced and nodded.
Danny’s grin widened and he looked over his shoulder at the big man behind him. “Killah, you have some local competition for having the biggest-”
“DREAM! Please!” Thomas gasped and his younger brother grinned in victory. Getting his brother to use his new name was always a battle.
Dream pointed over his shoulder. “You know he used to be called Killah D because of the size of his-”
“Seriously, stop!” Thomas barked in frustration causing Dream to grin.
A tall slim mocha beauty wandered over and slid her arm possessively around Danny as she fitted her svelte body against his. “Who are our new friends?” she asked with a smooth rich voice.
Thomas took up the introductions and Ben learned this lovely woman was La’Shia, an equally famous celebrity. She was R&B/Pop/Dance-Pop to Dream’s Hip Hop/Rap.
“My big brother is going to be officiating our wedding this week,” Dream said with a big smile.
Rochelle’s face showed her surprise. “You’re a priest?”
Thomas smiled and held her eyes with his, “No, I’m a Justice of the Peace back in California. I’ve just made all the arrangements through the local legal process to be able to perform the wedding here.”
Rochelle’s delighted smile was priceless. Ben and Trish both grinned at their friend’s obvious interest in the man but Trish glanced at Ben when she suddenly realized what it might mean.
“Would you be able to join us for dinner tonight? I mean all of you?” Thomas asked.
Rochelle suddenly realized she was acting like a love struck school girl with this stranger while the man who brought her to the party watched. She cast a guilty looked towards Ben which made Thomas, Dream and La’Shia all look towards him too. Thomas’ eyes held confusion in them.
Ben needed to shut this awkward moment down. “That would be lovely! What time?”
“9 PM in the Silver Moon restaurant.” Dream said with a grin.
“Perfect, we’ll be there! See you then,” Ben said then turned to leave.
Rochelle smiled once more at Thomas and followed after Ben and Trish. When they got to their room Ben asked Rochelle to join him for a moment. Trish gave Ben a curious look but went into the other room and closed the door when he shook his head.