The Full Package - Tuesday

This is the third day of Dave & Lisa's adventures in the Caribbean. You may want to read the previous chapters to understand the story line and appreciate the various relationships.

WARNING: This is a long story. Period. For those of you like character build-up, a reasonable amount of realism, and some mystery, I think it will be worth your time.

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In the morning Dave was awakened by a bubbling Cody who asked if he was still coming on the boat trip. He raised his head - which started an awful throbbing deep in the center of his brain - and turned carefully to look over at Lisa. She was still sacked out and had a pillow over her head.

Cody followed his gaze. "She's not going anywhere," she smiled. "I gave her some aspirin and B12, but she wouldn't even talk to me. You two must have had a great time last night." Dave winced and dropped his head back down, groaning from the resulting pain.

"Or not," she added.

"Ok, well, I've got to go get ready but I'll check back before I leave." She gently stroked his hair back from his face and smiled slightly before heading into the bathroom.

When Dave heard the shower start up, he suddenly realized that he had to pee like a racehorse. He hadn't moved since he hit the bed last night and with all that alcohol, his bladder was crying out for release. Seeing no alternative, he dragged himself out of the cot and nearly blacked out when he stood. He braced himself on the bed and when he could see again, he stumbled over to the bathroom door.

Dave knocked twice but didn't hear anything, so he opened the door and shuffled towards the toilet, politely looking down. About halfway there some instinct made him glance to the left towards the mirror and his eye was automatically drawn to the flash of bare flesh in the shower. Despite his pounding head, he couldn't help but appreciate Cody's beautiful backside, from her delicate shoulders down the smooth-skinned inward curve of her sides to the slight flare of her feminine hips. She had a tight heart-shaped ass, and he knew that when he was feeling better the memory of her bare naked cheeks -- with even a flash of pink lips hanging between them - would totally turn him on.

Cody was rinsing her hair and seemed not to notice him as he passed.

When he finished his business at the toilet and finally opened the inner door, Cody was standing in front of the mirror drying off. The sight of her perky breasts jutting towards the mirror as she rubbed the towel over her head made his jaw drop. She hadn't noticed him yet, and he quickly recovered and drew the door back to a thin crack.

He was stuck. He either had to announce his presence and have her wonder how much he had already seen, or he had to wait until she left the bathroom, in which case she would eventually figure out he was in there anyway. He took a breath and raised his hand to knock, but before he did, he saw through the crack that Cody was now drying her legs, leaning over and letting her full breasts swing down.

Dave's hand seemed to stop of its own will.

Fascinated by the water slowly dripping off her nipples, Dave barely noticed her progress from her ankles, around her knees, and finally to her upper thighs. Cody spread her legs slightly and brought the towel up, reaching back between her cheeks to rub back and forth several times. It was a natural action - to dry her genitals both front and back, but it seemed like a particularly intimate, almost crude movement to Dave and it strangely excited him even more than the view of her naked body.

After finishing her torso and backside, Cody reached down between her legs again but with her bare hand. Dave couldn't tell what she was doing, but apparently she didn't like what she found, because she walked to the shower to get her bikini bottoms, affording Dave a great view of her ass again. She stepped back in front of the mirror and slipped on the bikini, pulling it tight as she stood and then sliding her fingers along the crotch.

Dave thought this might be an opportune time to knock, now that she was at least partially dressed, but she suddenly pulled down the bikini and reached for a small blue bottle and a razor on the counter. Dave hesitated again as she pulled out a stool he hadn't noticed before from under the counter. Cody opened the bottle and used her fingers to spread some sort of cream between her legs.

Dave came close to falling over against the door when Cody lifted her left foot up onto the stool and turned slightly, completely displaying to him her cream-covered pussy. He caught himself by grabbing the frame of the door then held his breath while he waited for Cody to investigate the noise.

Amazingly, she didn't seem to notice and proceeded to wet the razor in the sink and begin carefully shaving herself. Occasionally she would pull aside her outer labia with one hand to shave sufficiently close and by the time she was done, Dave was sure that she was as smooth as a little girl. She trimmed the 'landing strip', as he had heard it called, just above her clit then washed off the whole area with a wet cloth.

His cock had long ago risen to full mast despite his hangover, and Dave's hand had automatically begun squeezing it through his underwear. He knew he should feel guilty at his peeping on his sister-in-law, but somehow his experience last night had almost inured him to the standard prodding of his conscience.

He thought Cody was being a little too thorough even for her size of bikini when she stepped down from the stool and bent over, turning her butt to the mirror and even reaching back to spread her cheeks. Dave finally felt a flush of embarrassment when he saw his sister-in-law look back into the mirror, reach between her legs and rub a finger around her exposed asshole, apparently checking for any stray hairs.

"Do women really worry about guys looking that closely at their asses?" he silently wondered. Knowing himself, he supposed that they should, although it still seemed weird that they would be more concerned with the presentability of their intimate areas than the fact that they were being ogled there in the first place. Then again -- Cody had bought those tiny bikinis for a reason…

Seemingly satisfied with the results of her investigation, Cody stood up, wrapped a towel around herself, and stepped towards the outer door. Not realizing that he had been holding his breath, Dave involuntarily let it out in a loud whoosh.

Suddenly Cody stopped and cocked her head. Dave willed himself not to make a sound as she hesitated, but it was too late. She turned and walked quickly over to the stall door.

Flinging it open, she found Dave on his knees with the toilet lid up.

"Oh! I didn't know you were in here." She sounded anxious.

"I didn't feel good and I was just…" He moved his head between her and the toilet and reached up to flush it lest she look too closely at what was, or wasn't, in the bowl. "You know, 'worshiping at the porcelain altar'." He attempted a sickly smile.

"Oh," she said again, and seemed to let out a breath. "Ok, that's good." Dave raised his eyebrows. "I mean -- I'm sorry, that sucks. I meant that it's probably good that you're getting out whatever it was," she tried to explain.

"Anyway, good luck. I've got to, um…" She turned slightly and pointed in the general direction of the bedroom. "I've got to go get dressed." She sounded flustered, but not suspicious, Dave hoped. She smiled encouragingly and quietly shut the door.

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Lisa spent the rest of the morning in bed, alternately sleeping and groaning. Dave wasn't much better off, but he got her to drink some water and take a few aspirin when he wasn't trying to keep his head still. Cody had left long ago on the boat trip with Armand and Dave genuinely hoped she was having a good time.

Finally at around 11:30, he woke out of a light sleep to hear Lisa ask, "Dave? Um, did we have sex last night?" He glanced over -- slowly -- and saw her looking strangely at her fingers while she rubbed them together.

"No - why?" He responding unthinkingly before it hit him why she might be asking. He saw her reach down under the sheets to her legs. "Don't you remember?" He asked hopefully.

"No…" She brought her hand up to look at her fingers again. "I don't remember anything… except that we were going to some party…." She shook her head, then grabbed it and moaned loudly in pain.

He waited until she quieted down. "It was pretty nice, actually. Maybe Armand will invite us up again when we're sober and you can remember it." He had a sudden flash of his wife's legs spread on the edge of the hot-tub, the muscular young man's face buried between them. A now-familiar mixture of jealousy and excitement accompanied the image.

"What's this stuff on me?" Lisa had sat up again and pulled down the sheets to look at herself.

"Oh." Dave thought fast. "Well, we all went swimming in the ocean and there was a bunch of sea-weed." He cringed inwardly at how weak it sounded. "That's probably salt and stuff from the sea-weed. I had the same thing on me but I took a shower." He would have felt bad about lying, but he knew that the truth would have been much worse for her.

"Yuck!" She said. "It's all over me." She tried to get up but fell against the bed. "Ow! Um, hon, can you help me please?"

Dave breathed a silent sigh of relief and went to go help his wife to the shower.

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Lunch was a quiet affair for the most part, but when Lisa had eaten something and seemed likely to keep it down, she asked Dave how Cody seemed this morning.

"She looked pretty good. I mean, happy, you know."

Lisa nodded, carefully. "I think she likes this guy, Armand," she said. "And he seems really nice -- like a gentleman." She paused for a while.

Dave wasn't sure where this was going. "Yeah, ok -- but she just met him, remember."

Lisa looked over at him. "Do you remember what happened when we had 'just met'? That weekend out at the Kennington's beach house?" He lifted an eyebrow at her and she grinned ruefully.

"I mean -- afterwards…" She looked down then, suddenly quiet. "We fell hard pretty fast," she finally continued.

Dave couldn't think of anything to say to that, although his current opinion of their relationship made him want to run and warn Cody not to fall in love too quickly. He wondered how long you really needed to get to know someone before it was "safe" to fall in love with them. It didn't matter, he supposed, since your heart (and your hormones) would never listen anyway.

"In any case, she deserves to have a chance -- to see if it goes anywhere, you know,' Lisa finished. "So then -- you're ok with staying?" she asked.

"What?!" Dave had been thinking about the questionable state of their marriage and must have missed something.

"I said, you're ok with staying and keeping an eye on her, then." Lisa sighed in frustration. "Are you even listening to me? Armand seems like a nice guy and all, but that doesn't mean I'm going to leave her here by herself. Our parents would never forgive me!"

So, Dave thought to himself, not only was there no chance of having the romantic reconnection with his wife he had hoped for, but now he was going to be relegated to the position of baby-sitter for the rest of the week.

Dave didn't say anything, but he knew he didn't have much choice in the matter. The rest of lunch was spent in silence as Lisa nursed her still aching head and Dave wondered if it was too early to start drinking again.

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After lunch Lisa suggested they take advantage of their credits at the hotel salon, since it was the only thing she really felt up for. Dave wasn't really too excited about a pedicure or facial, but he noticed that the 'romance package' had something called a "couple's massage", so they headed to the salon reception desk and asked the girl there what it involved. From what they could tell from her broken English, two different masseuses gave each of them a massage in the same room.

"That sounds good," Lisa said. "Can we get one today?"

The girl told them that she would have to call to verify and that they could wait by the pool which was just down another short hallway. They found the door to the pool area and sat and dunked their feet, still trying to clear their heads. Within just a few minutes, though, they saw the girl come out the door to the spa area.

"Señor? Señora?" She walked over to them and flashed them a smile. Dave tried to look up at her face, but it was difficult because she had on an extremely short black mini-skirt he hadn't noticed before when she was behind the counter. She came and stood right next them, apparently oblivious to the fact that, from his angle sitting on the edge of the pool, they had a clear shot of the little 'v' of red panties between her thighs.

"I spoke with el gerente on the telephone. He promise that massage terapistas here in half hour." She smiled even more broadly. "He said massage 'on the house'."

They thanked her and she turned and walked back to the door, but not before Lisa caught him staring at the bare brown curves of her small ass revealed by the tiny skirt. The red of her g-string barely glinted from between her cheeks and Dave thought the view just might be worth whatever punishment he was about to receive from Lisa.

Strangely, though, when he looked over at her, Lisa raised her eyebrows and gave him a Cheshire cat smile -- a smile which raised the hair on the back of his neck. He would have preferred some yelling or even a public slap, but she said nothing and turned back to splashing her feet in the pool. He couldn't help but wonder if this had something to do with last night, or worse -- that she was going to wait to get back at him somehow.

When they returned to the spa, the receptionist said that the masseuses were on their way and that she would direct them where to go. She led them down a short hallway to a changing room and told them to go ahead and change into the robes that were hanging on the door and then meet her in the room across the hall.

Lisa spoke up, "Are we supposed to, you know…" she looked over at Dave for help.

"…take off everything?" Dave finished for her and smiled at the girl.

"Por supuesto. Of course." The girl scrunched her brows together like it was a silly question and motioned again towards the changing room.

As they got undressed together, Dave reminded her, "You've had massages before -- don't you usually take it all off?"

"Well, yeah, but there's going to be four of us in there, right?"

"No worries, hon. You should feel even safer because I'll be in there to watch over you." Dave grinned. He was still surprised that she wasn't angrier at him for ogling the receptionist, but he was looking forward to the massage and wasn't going to let fear ruin it.

"I guess so," Lisa replied. She pulled down her panties and Dave couldn't help but stare at her completely shaved pubic mound. She saw where he was looking and smiled, "Oh, yeah, you haven't seen me since yesterday's shave, have you? You like it?"

"Um, yeah. It just surprised me," Dave lied. He was thinking back again to the night before when her bare pussy was spread wide on the edge of Armand's hot tub. His cock gave an involuntary twitch and he realized he was going to have to control his thoughts if he was to make it through this massage with his self-respect intact.

Lisa looked down at his growing erection and raised her eyebrows. "I think someone more than likes it." She covered her nakedness with her bathrobe, but stepped over to him and reached between his legs to give his cock a quick squeeze. "You better be careful or you're going to scare off your masseuse -- or masseur!" She raised her eyebrows and laughed. Dave pulled away, trying hard to think of the last five football teams to win the superbowl.

The massage room was cozy, with just enough room for two massage tables and the two masseuses to work around them. Music was already playing and the air smelled of lavender. The receptionist told them to go ahead and disrobe and lie on their stomachs on the tables and the masseuses would be in shortly. Dave was a little disappointed that her little black skirt was not so revealing when he was standing looking down at her.

Dave was already on his stomach attempting to pull the provided towel up over his bare ass when Lisa finally, if hesitantly, put her robe on a hook and climbed on the table. "No worries, hon!" Dave reassured her. She grimaced back at him.

No sooner had she got her towel up over the rise of her cheeks than a thin but muscularly handsome male walked in wearing terry cloth shorts and a tight hotel-logo polo. "¡Hola, amigos!" Dave turned his head and felt his teeth grind together. "You are going to have the best massage today and we are going to have the best time!" He grinned at them ingratiatingly.

"You've got to be kidding!" Dave couldn't hold back.

Lisa looked up in surprise. "Pablo? What are you doing here?"

Smiling even wider if that were possible, Pablo stepped over to the shelf near her and began arranging bottles of oil for the massage. "I am masseur for hotel. AND snorkel adventure leader!"

Lisa turned her head towards Dave and he noticed she had an annoyingly satisfied smile on her face. "No worries, right, Dave?"

Just then the door opened again and Lisa gave a small gasp when she saw a pretty young girl walk in. "Oh, hello again," she smiled at Lisa. She walked over to Dave's side of the room. "Were you able to wear your new bikini ok?" she directed at Lisa.

Lisa looked like she had just swallowed a goldfish, and Dave suddenly guessed who the girl was. "No worries, right Lisa?" He tried to keep his face straight as Lisa glowered suspiciously at him.

The first part of the massage went fine for Dave, and the girl, who introduced herself as Nisa, had strong hands and a sure touch that soon had him sighing contentedly. He would occasionally glance over and see Pablo working on Lisa - which tended to disrupt his tranquility with a flash of jealousy - but she seemed to have her eyes closed every time.

Both Pablo and Nisa had left the towels in place, concentrating on their shoulders and backs first. When Nisa reached Dave's buttocks, she pulled the towel over so that it only covered his right cheek and began thoroughly massaging his gluteus and left thigh.

Dave was slightly surprised that she didn't tuck the towel in more as he had noticed in past massages, since her hands were delving deep between his legs and even occasionally sliding into his crack. Nisa was very confident and business-like, though, so he didn't think more on it until she switched to the other cheek. She barely left it covering his left buttock and she slightly but firmly spread his thighs apart several inches. He couldn't help but grunt inquiringly when her hand slid up his thigh and barely brushed his scrotum.

"It is very important to get all of the joints where the muscles and bones meet," she said matter-of-factly as way of answering.

It suddenly occurred to Dave to look over at Lisa again. Her eyes were still closed, but he could see that she was in a very similar position as him. The towel seemed to be covering more of her, but Pablo was working his hands in her upper thigh and buttocks area just as thoroughly.

Dave was on the verge of saying something when Nisa lowered her rubbing down his leg and Pablo seemed to follow suit on Lisa. He bit his tongue and tried to enjoy her strong hands rolling out the stress of his leg muscles. He couldn't help but wonder what view Nisa had of his genitals from her position -- the towel was barely on one cheek still and with his thighs spread he was sure that she could see his balls and asshole. He glanced over at his wife and realized that Pablo had almost the exact same view as Nisa, though Lisa's towel appeared to be covering slightly more.