Chapter 5- The beach
We put on our swim clothes and headed out to the water. At least the beach was nice. There were shady Cabanas with chairs already set up for the patrons that were just a few yards from the water. The waves gently caressed the beach and blue water was right up close to the edge. Tammy and I tossed our towels on a chair and dashed out the water. It was amazing. We could see our feet in the clear water as we pushed and splashed each other. Tammy was wearing a very tiny bikini that struggled to cover her breasts each time she emerged from the waves. I loved watching her. She really is a beautiful newlywed and I am the lucky SOB who married her. Life is good.
Soon Tammy tired of trying to keep her top on and shed it completely. She tossed it on the sand as if it was a useless piece of trash. Her breasts were now free to bounce and jiggle as she played in the warm Caribbean water. A bit later we walked along the beach and looked for interesting shells and other items tossed up by the waves. Soon we were ready to sit in the shade and relax. In perfect timing, a cabana boy strolled up and asked if we’d like a beverage. It was almost as if he’d been watching her and waiting for the opportunity to get an up-close view of her bare breasts. I cannot blame him. We ordered drinks and then refills, and the day was drifting by. We were about half asleep in the cabana when Poppi came strolling by. Tammy saw her and waved. Poppi came over and grinned, saying she hoped she’d find us. She wanted to know if Tammy wanted to join her in a massage at the resort. “Well, why not?” said Tammy. And she grabbed her towel and her bikini top and they walked off down the beach, arm in arm. I just sat there. Wow. I guess Poppi is her new best buddy.
This is what Tammy told me later about the massage. She followed Poppi into a thatched roof cabana that was open to the ocean. There were two massage tables side by side with fresh white sheets on them. She and Poppi showered first to rinse off any beach sand then lay naked, face down, one on each of the beds. Tammy was a bit drowsy, she said, from the beach drinks so she dozed off at first. Then she felt two strong male hands on her shoulders, rubbing oil on to her skin. She quickly looked up and saw that the masseurs were both large black men who had what she described as Jamaican accents. Hers was wearing a wife beater shirt, and loose boxer shorts. She panicked briefly when she remembered she was naked. She had expected a woman to do the massage. She mentioned that to Poppi, who just laughed and said that would take some of the enjoyment out of the massage.
Tammy relaxed again and let the man do his magic. He drizzled warm oil down her spine and ran his thumbs down the same path. He stopped at the top of her hips, then repeated it many times. His voice was soothing, and she felt perfectly at ease. He began working on her feet, carefully rubbing each muscle and toe. Then he moved up her calf and to her thighs. He pulled her thighs apart for better access to her leg muscles and her crotch was spread open. She could feel her cunt becoming moist. His hands inched their way up on her thighs, close to her pussy, and then withdrew, to continue down her thigh. She was becoming quite aroused and wished he would touch her pussy, just slightly at least. But she knew if he did, she would have an orgasm and that would have been terribly embarrassing.
He began working on her butt cheeks. Rubbing them with oil and kneading them like bread dough. Tammy was exasperated. She needed him to push a little farther, to touch her intimately. She spread her thighs farther open to signal her need. The masseur understood. His huge fingers slipped down between her butt cheeks and found her asshole. He coated it with oil and delicately rimmed her with a fingertip. With his other hand he dipped underneath her and found her pussy, which by that time was dripping with anticipation. She raised her hips up slightly to allow better access and he took full advantage of it. He gently slipped a finger into her wet cunt. Then another. Soon he was finger fucking her with two fingers in her cunt and one in her ass. He used another finger to stroke her clit as he slid his digits in and out of her. She was delirious with pleasure. Tammy grabbed the edge of the sheets with both hands, holding the bed in a death grip. In a few short moments she could not resist any longer and had a massive orgasm. She loudly growled “oh my gawd!” Her juices spurted out and soaked the bed and the masseur’s fists. Tammy collapsed on the bed, breathing heavily and completely exhausted.
She then remembered that Poppi was lying right next to her. She sheepishly looked over at her partner who was in the throes of her own orgasm too, but Poppi was on her back and the masseur on top and was forcefully fucking her. It was almost too much sensation overload to watch Poppi having sex right next to her while she was still recovering from her own orgasm. But as she watched Poppi she realized that her own masseur had done all that work and not gotten any benefit. So, she turned over on to her back and signaled him to come close. She motioned him to come to her head which was dangling off the edge of the table. He positioned himself in front of her face and she reached out and pulled down his shorts. Out popped a huge boner which flopped right in her face. She opened her mouth, and he knew what to do. She started sucking his lovely black dick as if she had known him all her life. She wanted to please him as he had pleasured her. She let him face fuck her mouth until she could tell he was about to cum. He started to pull out, but she grabbed his dick and would not allow it. She wanted to eat his cum. Soon he exploded in her mouth. There was so much cum that it choked her and came out her nose. She had never had that happen before. She sucked ever drop from his erect penis until it began to soften. He withdrew his spent dick. The spit from her mouth and his cum had dripped all over her face. Tammy collapsed again and rubbed the goo into her skin like lotion.
After a few minutes of recovery time, the masseurs left, and the two girls recounted what had happened. Poppi said this was her favorite past time, but she does not get to do it often enough. She knew that Tammy would love it, so it was an excuse to come get a massage. Tammy said it was the best she’d ever had.
