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It began innocently enough, as these things usually do. Three bored couples, mid-twenties, lounging by our pool, a little tipsy from the alcohol (but not drunk; not using that as an excuse), just as I said, bored. We’d been neighbors and friends for a few years. Not much that we didn’t know about each other. So, while conversation came easy, there wasn’t much new.
Carl was the one who suggested it.
“Hey Melissa, how about I give you a back rub? Free up all that tension from the week?”
Now Melissa was not his wife. That was Alice, who looked on, bemused.
“That sounds nice,” agreed Melissa. “You don’t mind, honey, do you?” she spoke to her husband, Ben.
“Knock yourself out,” Ben said, as he sipped his third rum and coke. He was too mellow to do a back rub anyway.
Melissa lay face down on an inflatable air mattress, and Carl straddled her, his bottom resting on her thighs. His arms pressed forward, touching the shoulders and back. Melissa had her bikini top on, and Carl worked around it.
“You don’t mind if I unclasp the top, do you?” he asked. “Hard to do the back properly with this in the way.”
“Sure,” Melissa replied. And the bikini top was freed and fell to the side. With her pressed against the plastic mattress, her breasts swelled out and were visible from the side.
Carl used body lotion to lubricate the back, and was very industrious in his manipulations.
“That really does feel good. You must have done this before,” Melissa asked.
“Yes, in fact, I had a part-time job in college working in a pool and health spa. I was mostly a life guard, but did lots of other things. Once when the regular masseur didn’t show for an appointment, they let me handle his client. That’s how it began. I later got a little instruction. I never had complaints.”
“You should ask about his massage specials. That’s why I married him,” joked Alice.
“Alice, you’re going to get me in trouble.”
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“Let’s just say that it’s very, very satisfying,” Alice volunteered, smiling.
“Do you have a naughty streak, Carl?” inquired Melissa.
Carl didn’t respond, but he didn’t need to. Alice’s smirk told it all.
The implication lay there, marinating. Carl continued to work down Melissa’s back, coming to the base of the spine, just above the bikini bottom.
Carl began working on the back of the legs, just below the buttocks.
“I don’t want to be presumptuous, but a proper massage includes the backside,” observed Carl.
“Sure,” said Melissa. “In for a dime, in for a dollar.”
Ben moved the bikini bottom inward so that the fabric filled the crack, leaving the butt cheeks fully exposed. And he began to knead the flesh of the cheeks. The pressure drove Melissa’s pelvis against the air mattress. She began to emit gentle moans from the sensations.
The other four people watched, observing Melissa’s obvious arousal.
“I do believe my wife likes this attention,” said Ben. “What’s this I hear about your specials?”
“Let’s not go there,” said Carl. “I’m not a fool. I’ve never done one with a lady’s husband nearby.”
“That’s me,” said Ben. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to spice up our sex life. I give you my blessing.”
“Ben, be quiet!” exclaimed Melissa, miffed that her husband was implying that things were not adequate in that department.
Carl looked over at his wife. With a slight nod of the head, Alice gave her consent.
“Okay,” said Carl. “Let me slip off the bikini.” Melissa lifted her chest, her breasts visible as she rose from the mattress. Carl removed the bikini top. Then he slid the bottom off. This was new territory in the friends’ time together; no one had been nude before. Significant modesty was preserved as edirne escort Melissa’s front was concealed by the mattress… for now. It was unspoken, but the group realized that would not last.
Carl continued his massage, moving freely over the entire body. His hands stroked the back, the spine, across the buttocks, down the legs. He gave special attention to the feet, an often overlooked but highly sensitive body part. Melissa squirmed as pleasurable sensations flowed upward, seeming to stop at her middle.
With a tap, Carl instructed Melissa to turn over. She did. Everyone looked, even the women. Melissa is a beautiful woman, with defined muscles reflecting her runner’s trim body. Full breasts sprawled lazily on her chest. She had wide hips with neatly trimmed brown pubic hair covering prominent labia. And she lay with her legs slightly apart, perhaps encouraging the group to look? Everyone had gone silent.
“Never seen a naked lady before?” she asked, to break the silence.
“Not many this beautiful,” said Joe, one of the other guys.
But it was time for the special massage. Carl began massaging the top of the shoulders, then around the clavicle. His hands moved down the center of the chest, between the breasts to the abdomen. He used his thumbs to apply pressure to the hips and pelvis. He did not touch the breasts or the genitalia, deliberately building up sexual tension. The longer he avoided those areas while stroking skin just inches away, the more Melissa began to squirm. She looked at Carl and her eyes silently pleaded for satisfaction; it was time.
With one hand, he began kneading the soft tissue of a breast, then softly pinched the nipple. The other hand moved to the lips of the vulva. As Melissa made small sounds, he slipped one finger into the vagina. He moved slowly up and down, pressing against the clitoris and the first few inches of the vagina. Now Melissa was making little edirne escort bayan gasping noises and moans. Carl’s finger thrust deeper into the vagina, seeking out the G spot. When he found it, Melissa bucked on the table. She reached her hand out to grab Carl’s swim trunks. She pinched his penis through the fabric, and the organ cooperated by reaching toward her. The very tip of the penis peeked out the top of Carl’s swim trunks. Melissa grabbed the fabric and yanked it down, freeing the penis from its confinement. She grabbed the erect penis with her hand, and motioned for Carl to move toward her face. When in position, she clasped the organ with her mouth.
As Carl excited her with his finger, she excited him with her mouth. The others watched, somewhat stunned. While nudity had been expected, this overt sex play was not. Even Alice, who was no stranger to this special massage, hadn’t expected Carl to take it to its conclusion with another woman, in public. But sexual tension was not to be denied, witnesses or no. Carl cried that he was coming and pulled out to ejaculate onto her chest. Carl pressed a second finger inside Melissa and increased the piston-like action. Soon Melissa gave a small cry and she climaxed.
The group initially did not know how to react. Then Mary moved to her husband’s lounger and sat facing him, on his lap. She placed his hands on her chest. “Let’s see if you were paying attention,” she said.
Joe looked at his wife Sarah and they moved to sit side by side. But they just watched the others — reluctant despite the overt sexuality swirling around them.
Now Alice and Ben were the last two left, as their spouses were still engaged with each other. “Shall we?” Ben asked. Alice wasn’t ready for that… not yet. She was saved when Carl said that he and Melissa were going to wash off in the pool. Did the others want to join them? They stood up, their nude bodies wet with body fluids.
The others rose too, and it was obvious that everyone had to be nude. They stripped off their swim wear and the group dived into the pool.
A page had been turned. Thereafter, nude bathing was the rule when they got together. And massages, special and otherwise, became their bond. They are a lot less bored now.