I open the hotel room door, and beckon the hotel staff inside, they set up 2 massage tables next to eachother in our suite, the head of each table facing towards the bed, the feet pointing towards the balcony and the ocean view. They dim the lights, light some candles and incense, and open and pour the champagne for us. As they leave again, they inform us the masseuses will be along in a minute.
Sure enough, there’s another knock at the door, and as I open it, I’m taken aback by the masseuses appearance. First comes a drop dead gorgeous, young Caribbean lady, who introduces herself as Bianca, she’s about 5’7, light skinned, has large tits and a thick ass but a tiny waist, her uniform of a white polo shirt and skin tight navy trousers hugging her perfect hourglass figure, her dazzling white smile between thick dark lips, her large brown eyes accentuated by heavy eyeliner and fake lashes, with bright turquoise eyeshadow that compliments the turquoise and silver beads in her long black braided hair.
Then the other masseuse introduces themself, Nathan, a 6’4″ behemoth of a man, dark brown skin, a strong jawline, head shaved bald, his whole body rippling with muscles, his uniform stretched over his Adonis body like shrink wrap around a joint of beef.
For comparison, I’m dead on 6′, fair skin, freckled, with green eyes, an average body that has a small layer of fat over a previously toned form, shoulder length brown hair which I wear in a loose bun. My wife is 5’2, D cup breasts, wide hips and a thick ass with quite short legs that make her ass look even bigger, long blond hair that stretches down her back, pale blue eyes and a cute button nose with Cupid bow lips.
I glance over at her now and she’s staring at Nathan, licking those cute little lips absent-mindedly. I look back at him and he smirks slightly, and I feel myself blushing as I wonder what my wife is thinking at that point.
Bianca talks us through the package we have ordered and invites us to have a drink before we begin, we take a couple of sips of the champagne, and she asks us if we’d prefer to be massaged by the same or opposite sex. I look back over at my wife, and she shrugs, letting me decide.
“Opposite sex” I reply.
“Very well, now please, strip and lay down on the tables, the towels will protect your modesty”
As we do so, Nathan turns off the lights and sets some low, relaxing music on, the only light now comes from the candles, the heady smell of cinnamon and citrus is wafting over from the incense sticks.
“Let’s begin” Bianca said, reaching for the massage oils
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ojbc98/our_honeymoon_massage_fun_part_2
Part 3 is gonna be sexy…..I just know it!