“Mmmmm” I breathed as I felt him inside me. I leaned back and moved my hips back and forth, grinding herself slowly against him and keeping him deeply penetrated. He reached up to play with my breasts, pinching and tweaking my hard nipples in a way that heightened my pleasure. I felt hot all over but between my legs most of all, the signs of my orgasm building already. I changed my rhythm, using my legs to raise and lower herself on his pole, enjoying the feeling of him nearly vacating me and then dropping myself back down so he filled my up again. I reached down to play with my clit and felt exquisite pleasure at having both sensations. “Oh god” I moaned and closed my eyes.
Ryan reached up to me and pulled me down onto him, wrapping his arms tightly around me. My breasts pressed against his chest and our perspiring bodies joined in a passionate embrace. I kissed him, deeply, longingly, and our tongues danced with each other while he gripped the back of my neck. He used his hips to thrust into me, fast and hard, fast and hard, until his groans became frequent short gasps and I knew he was close. I was too, so close. I felt him banging into me madly and reached for my clit again to match the moment of his climax. It came then - he cried out and froze, his cock held deep in me, and I felt his warm seed shoot inside me and he groaned with pleasure. “Oh god, oh god!” I shrieked and came with him, pressing my head against his chest and clenching my teeth at the intense gratification. “Fuuuuck” I cried as my orgasm crashed over me and I shuddered violently before our bodies relaxed and we remained in a post-climax embrace.
“That was amazing,” Ryan said to me. “You are amazing.” He kissed me again.
“My pleasure.” I replied. “I needed that.”
I rolled off so I could lay beside him and we held each other for a long time. I felt comfortable with him and was glad that he was my first guest. Eventually I extricated myself gently to have a quick shower, and when I returned I found Ryan fast asleep. “Poor worn-out workaholic” I mused, smiling to myself.
I dressed and wrote him a note, leaving it on the side before letting myself out quietly.
I had a great time. Find me / ask for me and I’ll come.
Chapter Six
Day Three. I walked into my hut and tossed The Count of Monte Christo, finished, onto the bed. I was starting to think about what I might read next when I noticed the folded note on the side table.
Massage - extras. Massage Hut 3, 2pm.
Nick had said part of my role was to provide massages for guests. There were towels and oils in every hut so I wouldn’t need to bring anything, apparently, just my good self. “Extras” - that meant the guest was expecting more than a back and shoulder rub.
It wasn’t quite 1pm so I decided I’d better get some lunch first. I looked down at myself to check my outfit and figured the bikini and denim shorts I had got so used to wearing would be fine.
~ ~ ~
Massage Hut 3 was easy enough to find as they were in a sequence off the beach, spaced apart. A few minutes before 2pm I walked up to it and knocked on the door.
“Come in” came a man’s voice from inside. I walked in to see a tall blonde man, a few years older than me, late twenties to thirty I guessed. Short hair, strong looking, pale skin. Scandinavian? He was bare-chested with a white towel wrapped around his waist and I couldn’t help admiring his body. This guy, for his part, was not in any way shy like Ryan. He swaggered towards me confidently and openly looked me up and down, assessing. He smiled. “Shall we?” he said, indicating the padded bench.
“Hm? Oh, yes” I replied. He clearly wasn’t one for much conversation. “Lie down please” I said.
He obliged and I helped herself to a bottle of oil and a hand towel from the shelf. I had no massage training at all but I’d received them a few times on my travels so knew enough it give it a fair go. How hard could it be really, I’d thought. I squeezed some of the oil onto my hand and rubbed my hands together to get them warm and lubricated. Then I straddled his back, sitting over his towelled bottom, and began to rub my hands over his back and my thumbs up and down his spine as best I could remember the experience of having it done to me.
He lay with his elbows out and his hands together under his head, and I couldn’t help looking at his bulging biceps and strong upper body. I leaned forward to move my hands to his shoulders and felt his muscles under my fingers. I pinched and squeezed his shoulders and neck, periodically breaking the routine to run down his spine again. He lay with his eyes closed and sighed contentedly at times.
After a while he said “Do my front” and moved to roll over. I climbed off him and he rolled onto his back and shuffled back into position. There was a noticeable bulge in his towel but not yet a full erection. I knelt beside him, squeezed a little more oil onto my hand, rubbed my hands together again and then began to gently rub his torso and chest. His pecs felt hard and I concentrated on them and his firm, flat, stomach.
While I massaged him, without saying a word he put his hand on my backside and began to stroke and squeeze my cheeks. He moved inwards and pressed his fingers in the crack, feeling my anus and sliding
