Chapter 2 - Me, Katie and the Couples massage:
Katie is a friend of my wife and I, in Chapter 1 of this series 'Me & Katie in the Caribbean' you can read about how I ended up on holiday with Katie instead of Penny, and how we'd been getting to know each other better over the holiday so far...
We'd been given a voucher for a free 1 hour couples massage when we'd arrived at the hotel, so one afternoon we went to the Spa to cash it in just before our 4pm appointment. The spa marketed itself as a 'palace of peace and tranquility' and it certainly lived up to the billing when we stepped through the door; the Air Con was quiet and powerful so the place was cool, the trickle from the water feature and soothing music was designed to slow the heart rate, and the staff's hushed tones at the reception desk was definitely different to the bubbly persona of the front desk staff. I handed over the voucher to the girl behind reception whose name tag said 'Maz'.
I'm terrible with guessing ages but to me Maz looked about 21, she was slightly curvy with a little puppy fat on her, but her ass was huge and bosom was plentiful, all her assets were on display as her crisp white 'scrubs' style uniform tunic was at least one size too small for her. Her ample breasts were pushed together so tightly there was no cleavage gap - just a crease as her two fabulous melons met.
As she led us through to the massage rooms the only additional noise was the slight squeak and noise of her flip-flops on the tiled floor. I could just make out the red lacy trim of her panties as they poked out of the top of her white yoga pants and the shadow of the black material as it disappeared down towards her crack.
Inside the room there were 2 massage tables spaced about a metre apart, the room wasn't dark but the lighting was soft and low, with the same music playing as we'd heard in reception. There was a bookshelf with the oils and several sets of rocks, the kind you see stacked in artsy canvas prints in reception waiting areas; to be honest I think they were the exact same ones that there was a picture of in the Spa's reception area. Maz handed us each a towel and asked us to get undressed and lay face down on the tables. We'd gotten used to be naked around each other so it was no big deal to just strip right down and get ourselves ready.
When Maz came back in she was joined by her colleague Jasmine. Jasmine looked a bit older than Maz, maybe 25 or 26. She had a very curvy figure and seemed to have the same tunic as Maz but Jasmine was also wearing the matching trousers rather than the tight fitting yoga pants that Maz was wearing.
Maz collected a bottle of oil and went over to Katie; she leaned in close to her:
"Sweetie, just holler if I'm pressing to hard or you don't like something. I'm told my hands are magical but at times they can be a little rough."
Katie lifted herself slightly out of the face hole in the table and said, "You won't need to worry about me, I get a sports massage every week after I ride my horse. You can go as deep as you want."
As Katie got herself back into position Jasmine wandered over to my table and asked with more than a hint of playfulness:
"Do you like it rough as well sir?"
"Ha, no thanks," I said, "I'm a real Jessie when it comes to rub-downs, just give me the nice and relaxing basics and I'm good."
"Pity..." she said quietly as she adjusted my towel to gain unrestricted access to my back, it had been covering me from my shoulders to the back of my knees but was now neatly folded at the very base of my lower back without exposing my arse. I couldn't see Katie as all I could see through the face hole in my massage table were Jasmine's feet but I assumed Katie and Maz had started in the same way.
The massage was fantastic, so slow and relaxing, I could feel myself drifting off slightly and then being re-awoken when Jasmine's skilful hands moved my body into a slightly different position, I thought we'd been there for hours but when we were asked to turn over I could see from the oversized clock on the far wall it had only been 40 minutes.
My towel was safe and secure across my groin and I'd seen Katie's when I turned over, hers was also protecting the modesty that she didn't actually possess - just as I'd expected from a spa on-site at a top hotel.
Jasmine had rested my hand on her shoulder as she worked on each of my arms, I could tell she got a kick out of being great at her job; I was so relaxed I was like putty in her hands, she could have folded me in half and I'd have just sighed some more. She'd worked my Pecs and stomach slightly harder, and whilst my nipples had stiffened under her touch, my cock was almost as sleepy as I was. I say almost; I think it's impossible for any guy to get a massage in a room with three great looking women and not be slightly aroused but I wasn't sporting a tented towel or anything.
With about 10 minutes to go in our hour, the ladies were working on our feet in perfect unison when the mobile phone in Jasmine's pocket flashed and vibrated discreetly. She placed my foot back down and left the room for a moment. When she came back in she looked more than a little flustered as she whispered into Maz's ear, the spa girls shared a quick hug and Maz came back over to me. She was about to restart with my feet when I sat up and asked her what was wrong.
"It's nothing sir, let's get back to it."
"I don't know you but I can see you're upset, what's going on?"
"It's my son - he's hurt his ankle falling off his bike coming home from school."
"What are you still doing here then? You should go check he's OK."
"He'll have to wait, I can't leave until the spa closes at 6pm."
"Why not, surely if you need to go you need to go?"
"It's not that Mr B, if I go they'll dock my pay and I can't be having that, not this week."
