We eventually reunited with Stephanie and Bryan and went together to the front desk to check on the room situation. I was actually hoping that we had to continue sharing a room and I wondered if the others were thinking the same thing. When Arlo the hotel manager came out and I saw the expression on his face, I knew we were in for at least one more night together. He was clearly mortified by the circumstances, promising us refunds, more free food and drink, massages and other amenities. While we happily accepted the freebies, we didn’t give him a hard time at all. In fact, both Lara and Stephanie (who were doing most of the talking) were their normal charming selves, smiling and reassuring Arlo that it wasn’t his fault and that we completely understood. He clearly wasn’t expecting that kind of response and looked both relieved and puzzled by it.
We had a great time that day, swimming, snorkeling, eating and drinking. By mid afternoon, we were all a little spent and had fallen asleep in our shaded beach chairs. When I woke up from my catnap, Stephanie was gone. She came back a few minutes later with a smile on her face. As we all roused ourselves from our slumber, she explained that she had been talking with Arlo and he had agreed to let us use the resort’s couples massage room.
“So we get free couple’s massages?” I asked.
“No. Even better,” she replied. “Arlo agreed to give us private use of the room. I think that guy will give us anything we ask for at this point, but I thought this would be fun. We can give each other massages.”
We all looked around, trying to read each other’s expressions. I was wondering what exactly Stephanie had in mind, and I suspected Bryan and Lara were too. But after a day of being out in the sun, a massage did sound good. Soon we were all walking toward the spa area.
Inside the massage room, there were two massage tables set up, about four feet apart from one another. There was a table with a stack of fresh towels and a wicker basket filled with various massage oils. The walls of the room were mirrors on three sides, kind of like a dance studio, which made the place seem much bigger than it actually was.
After a quick discussion, we agreed that the girls would go first. We used the adjoining locker rooms to shower the sand off and then we all came back out wearing just towels. Lara and Stephanie got on the tables first, lying on their stomachs and letting their towels drape over them. Bryan and I got to work immediately, squirting some of the oil onto our wives’ bare shoulders and working it in with our hands.
We both took our time, patiently going from one spot to another and working in the oil with our hands. I massaged Lara’s shoulders and arms and legs, but I didn’t try to push the envelope or initiate anything sexual, and neither did Bryan. At one point, I pulled Lara’s towel down a little, exposing her back. Bryan did the same with Stephanie. But that was about as racy as it got. The girls were clearly relaxed and enjoying themselves, though. After maybe 20 or 30 minutes of this, Stephanie said, “alright, boys, that was fantastic. Now it’s our turn.”
Both of them got up, carefully re-wrapping themselves in their towels to avoid exposing themselves. The towels were just long enough to cover all of their private parts. Bryan and I got onto our stomachs and let our towels drape down over our waists, as the girls had done. And they proceeded much as we had, patiently rubbing in oil and working various parts of our bodies with their hands. It was very sensual, and best of all, thanks to the mirrors on the walls and the short towels, whenever either girl would bend over to reach various parts of us, I got a good look underneath their towels. Ass, pussy lips, all of it. Within minutes I had a raging hard on.
After ten minutes or so, the girls instructed us to flip over. I was a little reluctant, but I did as instructed, keeping the towel over my waist. As I feared, though, there was no hiding the erection. I was pitching a tent big time. At least I thought it was big time, until I looked over at Bryan’s table and saw the size of the tent he was pitching.
The girls giggled as they took in the sight. “I see you guys are enjoying yourselves” Lara said, a little nervously.
“Yeah, the length of your towels helped” I said, smirking. Bryan laughed at that. Clearly he’d been taking in the same view.
We all laughed a bit, in part to ease the tension, and the girls continued with the massage, for the time being ignoring our erections. After they’d massaged our chests and shoulders, they moved on to our legs. As she had the night before, Stephanie was the first to up the ante. I watched as she slowly worked her way up Bryan’s thighs, putting her hands underneath his towel. Lara was watching this too, as she continued to work on my legs. Then we watched as Stephanie squirted a significant amount of oil on her hand and reached under the towel from the top, this time appearing to touch Bryan’s cock. His eyes closed, confirming the contact. Keeping her hand under the towel, Stephanie’s hand began to move up and down. There was no question she was giving him a handjob.
It didn’t take Lara long to follow suit and soon my cock was covered in oil and her hand slid up and down it. Once it became clear to all what was happening, Stephanie and Lara tossed the towels aside, exposing our cocks and giving their arms more room to maneuver. I had seen Bryan’s cock the night before, but it was even more impressive in this context, thick and at least 9 inches long. Lara was clearly staring as well. I was pretty sure she had no first hand experience with a cock that large. In another context, I might have been jealous, but I was pretty comfortable with my own body and my average sized cock. Plus, not to be obnoxious about it, but I’d just gotten his wife off pretty spectacularly with my average sized cock less than 12 hours earlier.
The handjobs continued for several minutes without much change. Then Bryan did something that I had been debating doing myself. He yanked on Stephanie’s towel, causing it to fall to the floor. She was now completely naked. She just smiled, no hint of self-consciousness. This girl continued to surprise me. It took about four seconds until I’d done the same to Lara. She didn’t protest, but I could tell she was feeling self-conscious. Even last night she had never been completely naked. She’d had the tank top on the whole time. This was the first time that Bryan had gotten a good look at her in the nude. After 30 seconds or so, Lara seemed to relax and get more comfortable with the exhibitionism of it. It was clear that Bryan and I are were both enjoying the view and that seemed to put her at ease.
As she continued to tug on my cock, I grabbed the bottle of massage oil and squirted a bunch of it onto my hands. I then reached up and began smearing it all over Lara’s breasts, which she seemed to like. Bryan then did the same to Stephanie, which was a sight to behold. Soon both Stephanie and Lara were oiled up just about anywhere Bryan and I could reach, including their asses. Their naked bodies glistened in the natural light.