I slip away after dinner and head to my appointment with the spa. The receptionist bows to me in the Oriental tradition. She checks my appointment, then introduces me to Aranya, my masseuse. She is a petite girl from Thailand, who speaks accented English. She is naked, but with a towel around her waist. Her skin is a lovely bronze color and her areola are dark with prominent nipples. Her breasts are smallish, but high and well formed. The room is tastefully decorated, with Asian flowers and bamboo. It is warm and smells of lavender. Calming flute music plays, perhaps of Oriental origin. She has me lay, face down, on her table. Pouring warm massage oil over my back, legs and buttocks she begins to work it into my skin. Her small hands are amazingly powerful, kneading my skin and muscles. Ricky has given me massages before, but I have never had a professional massage. It is very relaxing but, surprisingly, also super erotic. I feel a tingle all over my body, especially in my lady parts. I think that Aranya noticed, because of my low moans and the fact that my breath is coming quicker and more labored. I can feel my arousal building and I am afraid I might cum right there on her massage table. I bit my lip, hoping that if I came, I might be quiet and discreet about it.
Aranya asks “Would you like to turn over so that I can do your front side?”
I roll over, face up, and place my hands at my side. “Yes, please, ” I said. I would like that very much.”
Then she grins and asks conspiratorially, “We don’t usually ask this on the cruise ship, but I thought you might like a ‘happy ending?’ We do that sometimes at my mother’s shop in Bangkok.”
“I smile up at her and say, “Yes, indeed. That sounds lovely.” She smiles and I think that she seems very pleased to be able to do this for me. She dropped the towel and stood beside me completely nude. “You look very nice,” I say. “Can I touch your breasts?”
Now she really looks pleased, “Yes ma’am. Touch anything you like.” I run my finger along the bottom of her breast, moving up to her nipple. I can feel the little bumps on her areola around her nipple. Her nipple protrudes even more, so I grasp it between my thumb and finger. She smiles broadly, but remains stoic. I bring my hand down her side, to her hip and reach around back and grab a handful of her ass cheek and give it a firm squeeze. Then I return my hands to my side, and give a little nod, letting her know that she should proceed.
Aranya brings two flat, smooth river stones out of a heater box and places one over each of my nipples. They are so warm that I can barely stand it. I close my eyes and after a moment, they cool a little and I become acclimated to the heat. The sensation makes my pussy tingle with excitement. She pours more warm oil over my belly and the front of my legs. She begins to knead the front of my calves, working up my thighs. Opening my legs, she moves down the inside of my thighs. Working her way back up, she nudges my pussy firmly with the back of her hand, then she repeats the same process for the other leg.
I so want her to stick a finger inside my pussy, but instead she moves to my belly and begins to massage that area. She works up to the bottom of my breasts, then removed the rocks. “You have very nice breasts, “She comments. ” I wish mine were that size. Your’s are perfect. Do you have a boyfriend?” She asks.
“Yes,” I answer. “His name is Ricky.”
“Very lucky man,” she says. “Will he mind what we are doing? I won’t tell.”
Laughing, I say “He won’t mind, although he would probably like to watch us.” Aranya kneads my breasts carefully, watching me for my reaction. I look down so I can watch her skilled hands at work. She pushes them together. Applying more warm oil to my breasts and goes to work on my nipples. Then she works on my arms, massaging out the tension from deep within my muscles. By now I am gyrating my hips, so close to cumming. She takes a lubricated finger, slowly tracing it down my slit. I open my legs wide, in the way of encouragement. She traces the area between my outer and inner lips, then circling my clit. I thrust my hips into her, needing more. She moves faster in response, and applies more pressure. Finally, she inserts two fingers deep inside me, making me gasp aloud. She started thrusting, in and out, with her fingertips along the top somehow knowing right where my G-spot is. Her hand is now sloppy with my juices. In less than a minute, I feel my orgasm build to a crescendo, boiling over into spasms, from deep within my abdomen.
Meanwhile, Ricky’s mom decides to take advantage of the opportunity, having Ricky to herself. After the flirtation and teasing she had done during dinner, she noticed Ricky’s slacks becoming tight in the groin area. With Lacey occupied at the spa, she rises from the table, taking him by the hand and hurries to our stateroom. Once inside, she closes the door and begins to undress Ricky. She had never undressed him before. Taking her time, she runs a finger down his chin, his arm and his belly. She kisses his chest, while rubbing a finger over his nipples. When he stood before her naked, she took her own clothes off, which only took a moment, since she only had on the kimono. She squats down to plant a kiss on the head of his penis, then took the tip into her mouth. Swirling her tongue around the tip, then removing it from her mouth. She gently stroked and caressed it, then repeated the process.
Ricky’s mom correctly assumed that he and Lacey had sex earlier in the evening, so she would have more time before he built to a climax. They lay together in bed, kissing, laughing and talking. They explore each other’s bodies as if this were the first time that they had been together. Ricky tells his mother how beautiful she is, how graceful she looked doing yoga, and how he had wanted her throughout the afternoon. She is so glad that they have this time together alone.
Back in the massage room, I am spent from a very happy ending to my massage. I actually dozed off, laying on my back on the table, and Aranya quietly left the room, dimming the lights for me. I gradually surface from my nap, feeling rested and refreshed. It took a moment to remember where I was and what had happened. Slipping to my feet, I make my way out of the massage room. Aranya is sitting on a chair at the reception desk with a towel around her waist again, awaiting the next appointment. I say, “Thank you so much, Aranya. You were great. Do you do men? I mean the happy ending?”
She smiles broadly, “Oh yes. To my special customers, that is. You want me to service your boyfriend?”
“Yeah. Well maybe. I will speak to him about it. If he wants to come, can I watch?” I ask.
She says, “Yes, of course. You have good evening, ma’am. Thanks for coming.” I laugh at the unintended, double entendre.
I want to allow plenty of time for Ricky and his mom, so I stop by the pool for a swim and a soak in the hot tub.
Back in the stateroom, Ricky and his mom take their time in foreplay. Ricky’s mom is flushed, fully aroused and her orgasm is eminent. “OK, Ricky. I need you inside me. Please fill me up.”