Vacation Bungalow Massage

"This is heaven!" thought Jean. She and her husband Rob arrived on the Island of Saint Martin yesterday and the warm sun and blue waters instantly made her forget about the cold winter back home. Saint Martin became their destination solely due to available flights, but they would have been just as happy in any warm place as long as they were together. They had been together for 20 years and their love had only grown stronger over time.

They found an inexpensive room on the French side of the island near Orient Beach. Arriving at the hotel, they saw that it had several floors of rooms in the main complex. The low cost they knew, had put them facing the road on the ground floor. No view, but they were happy to be on vacation. They didn't expect to spend much of their days cooped up inside, anyway. When they had checked in the previous night, the manager informed them that a pipe broke in their room and the carpet was soaked. No other rooms were available in the main hotel; however the property had four deluxe honeymoon bungalows down by the beach and the manager told them he would upgrade them to one of the bungalows. They took this as another sign that this was going to be a spectacular vacation!

So now Jean stood at the door of their bungalow, viewing paradise all around her. The bungalow had a beautiful bathroom with a shower that was like a waterfall where water spewed over a rock cliff. The kitchen had everything needed including an ice maker in the refrigerator. This would come in handy for making Cosmos and Caribbean cocktails. A wonderful little sitting room overlooked the ocean and a veranda was on the side with a chest high privacy fence for those who wished to tan in private. Jean preferred the view of the blue water over privacy right now. Besides, it was early morning and there was no one on the beach other than the occasional couple taking a stroll at the water's edge. Rob had gone to find some breakfast and she was enjoying the sun and sea.

Jean chose a nearby lounge in view of the bungalow. She spread out her towel on the lounge chair, rubbed suntan lotion over her exposed skin, closed her eyes and began to take in the warmth of the sun. Not a minute later she heard a voice, "Excusez-moi Mademoiselle. May I sit next to you?" Jean was a bit annoyed. The beach was nearly abandoned. Why did someone have to lie next to her? She opened her sunglass covered eyes a crack to discover the most gorgeous hunk of manhood she had ever seen. "My name is Brian" he said as he held out his ebony hand. Shaking Jean's hand he continues, "I saw you walking from your bungalow and thought you might like advice on places to eat or activities to enjoy. The perfect white color of your skin makes me think this may be your first day of vacation." Jean was glad she was wearing sunglasses so it wasn't so obvious that she was staring at his incredible body. This guy's arms told her that he did some kind of physical work or spent time at a gym.

Brian removed his t-shirt and now had on only thin, white, gauze Island pants with a drawstring at the top. She could swear that he had on nothing underneath as she looked at his bulge. His bare feet were adorned with a single toe ring as he walked over to his lounge chair to lie down. Jean stared at his now bare, muscular chest. She was almost drooling when she realized that she had not yet uttered a word. She always had a secret desire for handsome black men.

"I would love to take you up on your generous offer of advice."

"I can only stay a little while. I have an appointment at 9:00."

Jean's eye scanned his entire body as he lyrically rambled on about specific restaurants nearby and about the best companies to use for snorkeling trips. She could barely utter "Uh Huh" as her breathing quickened and her nipples hardened. Her hard, pert nipples had always been something that excited Rob, but sometimes they betrayed her emotions. Brian seemed oblivious to the effect he was having on her. Eventually, he stopped talking for a moment, looked at his watch, apologized for having to leave and stood up to put on his shirt.

"Thank you so much for the advice. I hope I remember most of it," Jean replied weakly.

"I hope your stay on the Island is perfect." He turned his gorgeous body and walked towards the hotel.

Jean could not move. She looked down at her erect nipples and realized how moist she was between her legs. "Get a grip" she thought. But the memory of that dark, dark skin would be stuck in her head forever. Fantasies of what she would like to do with Brian would not leave her mind. She closed her eyes and brushed her hand across her chest, imagining that it was he.

She was startled into reality as she heard Rob say, "Here's your breakfast." "Are you enjoying the morning?"

"Loving It," stammered Jean as she tried to sound as normal as possible.

Rob sat on the lounge chair recently occupied by Brian and set down a tray with juice, fruit and French pastry. " Isn't this place even more wonderful than you could have imagined? And the people, they are all so friendly, helpful and beautiful."

Thinking of Brian, Jean had to agree.

After finishing their breakfast, Jean and Rob packed a small backpack, put on swimsuits and cover clothes, and decided to do a little exploring. They visited several cute little shops and then decided to walk up the beach. Holding hands, they walked, talked, laughed and enjoyed each other's company on this special vacation. If ever two people were in love, it was Jean and Rob. To him, Jean was the most gorgeous woman alive. He took great pleasure at the admiring glances men constantly tossed Jean's way. She looked far younger than her actual age and he knew some men thought that he had robbed the cradle. Though this was not the first marriage for either of them, they acted like teenagers together. Caressing each other and cuddling every morning had made them grow more in love each year. They knew each other's secret desires and fantasies. They enjoyed feeding those fantasies with teasing comments and suggestive whispers. These shared desires brought them closer each day.

Walking up the beach, they held hands, laughed, and enjoyed the beautiful water. After walking about 20 minutes, they arrived at a sign announcing that they were about to enter the famous clothing optional Orient Beach. "Let's get naked," Jean bravely announced. She was determined to walk the entire beach nude. This was quite out of character for Jean, but she had promised herself she would do it. Many of her friends had walked nude on this very beach and she was not willing to go home without joining the club. She did not want to take their teasing if she couldn't follow through. They decided to walk into the beach a couple hundred yards rather than undress right at the edge. As they walked along, they couldn't help but notice all kinds of different bodies. The young and the bronzed were there, of course, but the nonchalant, overweight, aging Europeans seemed to think nothing of undressing in front of all the beautiful people. Jean couldn't help noticing the sizes of the men's penises. She didn't see any that compared to Rob's, she thought with a smile.

Rob finally stopped and started to undress. Jean nervously followed suit. As she took off her cover-up, Jean noticed a body a few yards away that brought great unease to her mind. It was Brian! His perfect ebony body was laying for all to see. Not every penis was smaller than Rob's, she realized as she stared at Brian. Rob was already undressed while Jean stood frozen in her swimsuit. She could not possibly get naked in front of Brian. Jean had almost had an orgasm in front of the bungalow when they talked fully clothed and she was not about to undress in front of him. Rob was packing his clothes into the backpack for their nude walk. "Why aren't you undressing?

"I can't. I am so sorry. Maybe another day." Jean turned and started walking back towards the hotel leaving Rob standing nude and embarrassed. She hoped Brian had not seen her and wanted to get away before he noticed. Jean stopped when they reached the sign at the entrance to the nude beach and waited for Rob. He arrived shortly and stopped to put on his clothes. "What got into you? Are you going to explain? Did you just decide you couldn't do it?"

Jean paused and then explained the whole thing. She told Rob about the handsome black man who talked to her by the hotel. She even explained the feelings that pulsed through her that morning as she stared at him. He knew about her fantasy of having sex with a black man and laughed when she finished her story. "What are the chances that we stopped to undress right where he was?," Rob laughed. "I wish I had seen him on the beach so I could see why you got so hot and bothered with him this morning."

"I will walk naked with you another day," Jean promised. "I'm sorry." Rob hugged her and they walked back in silence.

Jean woke the next morning to warm memories of her passionate lovemaking with Rob the previous night. The "close encounter" at Orient Beach, as Rob called it, made their sex even hotter than ever. She could not stop thinking about Brian and the size of his manhood. She wondered what pleasures a cock that size could bring to a woman although if she ever had the chance to have sex with something that huge, she knew there would be momentary discomfort until her pussy stretched enough to be able to handle it. Even Rob's cock took a bit of time before she could accommodate it completely, but one the size of Brian's might be impossible. Jean felt a little guilty fantasizing about sex with someone else after having wonderful vacation sex with Rob last night. Rob must have felt the new found passion, but neither Jean nor Rob brought up the close encounter this morning.

Where was Rob, she wondered? He must be getting breakfast, Jean thought. Rob was always trying to be thoughtful and showered her with love. Jean just laid in bed with her hand between her legs. She was not about to go back to the beach lounge for fear of running into Brian. What if he saw her at Orient Beach? How silly she felt. She might not feel comfortable sunning for the entire week. She blushed, thinking of how she acted.

Jean still wasn't ready to go back to the nude beach. The couple decided to see some of the sights on the Island. First, they went to Loterie Farm which is a private nature preserve with a restaurant, pool, treetop courses and zip lines. They skipped the paid activities and hiked up to the top of Paradise Peak for a beautiful view of the beach far below. They saw a monkey in the forest on the way and had a lovely hike. The hike helped Jean to think about something other than Brian. After the hike they had an early lunch at the restaurant. They then decided to take a short boat ride to Pinel Island. The Island was not as busy as Orient Beach and was far more relaxing. When they landed on Pinel, many of the beach goers were topless. Jean thought this was a way to get more comfortable before going to the nude portion of Orient Beach that she was now dreading. They rented some lounges, she took off her top, and sat down to relax and just talk. They held hands and talked about the wonderful time they were having. There was a lot of white skin and sunburned skin, but there were also a lot of handsome black men. As they walked by Jean, their eyes locked on Jean's perfect breasts and perky nipples. Both Rob and Jean clearly saw the attention she was getting. The attention just made her nipples harder.

Jean had never gone topless before and was enjoying the looks as well as the warm breeze. She couldn't help comparing the men to Brian's physique and none compared. This made her hornier than ever and she started to fantasize about Brain again and she felt her loins quiver and get more moist. Jean and Rob had not been talking for a minute or two as her mind was buried in her lustful thoughts.

Rob said "What are you thinking?"

"Nothing", Jean replied.

"I don't believe that for a minute. You were fantasizing about having sex with someone like Brian, weren't you?"

Jean blushed. "You caught me. But don't worry. It is just a harmless fantasy."

"I know it is just a fantasy, but after seeing how he affected you, I must admit to having fantasies of watching you with a handsome black man. I know it is unlikely you will ever know who Brian is or be able to act on your fantasy, but know that I think I would be okay with it if I could watch."

"It is just a fantasy" said Jean. "I don't think I could ever go through with it in real life and I have never seen anyone who could compare to Brian or anyone who gives me constant fantasies. But thanks. I love you completely and you satisfy me completely."

They enjoyed the rest of the afternoon, ate dinner, and went back to the bungalow. Jean's head was spinning more than usual. Her fantasies were vivid enough all the time, but now Rob had essentially given his blessing. While she knew it would never happen and she could not go through with it, her fantasies were more detailed. She thought about touching Brian's cock. Tasting it. Stroking it. She thought about Brian licking her to orgasm. And then trying to fit his cock in her juicy pussy. Losing all inhibitions together. When Jean and Rob got back to the room she took Rob by the hand to the bedroom and they had the most incredible sex while her fantasies continued. She even screamed out Brian's name and Rob smiled. After hours of passion, they fell asleep in each others arms completely in love.

Jean woke finding herself alone in bed again as Rob was likely bringing her breakfast. She remembered the incredible love making from the previous night. Rob had brought a new powerful "Vibe" that helped her to orgasm at least 5 times. His tongue in combination with the Vibe and the fantasies resulted in mind blowing orgasms last night. She reached for the toy again to take the edge off and then she drifted off to sleep again.

Jean woke to the smell of strong coffee and pastries. Rob had brought a plate of palmier cookies, a French cinnamon and sugar pastry in the shape of hearts. How appropriate for the overwhelming love they have been sharing on this vacation. After breakfast, they showered together and decided to try the nude beach again.

A huge sign saying "Nude Beach Club Orient" identified the entrance to the beach. A massage table was set up at the entrance and a woman was getting a massage from another handsome black man. A small sign read "A Touch of Handz." Rob tried to convince Jean to get a massage as they watched the woman's buns being massaged and her cheeks spread, but Jean was too shy. A busload of Asian visitors from a cruise ship was unloading and watching the massage in fascination. This time Jean and Rob walked in only a small distance before disrobing assuming if Brian were they he would be at the same place as before a hundred yards in. They rented a couple of lounge chairs with sun umbrellas and laid nude for much of the morning. It is hard to describe the experience of going to a nude beach for the first time. It is freeing and disarming. Most of the people on the beach were pudgy, middle aged vacationers. There were some families with children and a few younger people strutting their stuff but no one cared.

Jean tried not to gawk behind her sunglasses but she couldn't help but notice that none of the nudes were anywhere near as handsome or large as she remembered Brian. Her fantasies kicked in again and she caught herself sliding her hands across her breasts while moaning. She had to find a way to stop this and think about something else. "Lets get something to eat" she told Rob. They put on cover-ups and lunched at a beach bar with a drink. They agreed that this was already the best vacation they have ever had even though they were only a couple of days into it. Rob gushed thanks over the incredible sex they were having every day and admitted that he was fantasizing about watching her have sex with a handsome black man. Jean again got turned on by the thought of him watching her being pleasured but again repeated that it was only a harmless fantasy and it would never happen. The couple went back to their bungalow and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in passionate love-making before falling asleep with exhaustion.

The next morning Jean got into the shower to rinse off any remaining love juices just as Rob came back from his morning walk. He saw her wet, naked body and smiled at her beauty. "Dry off, but don't get dressed. I have arranged a surprise." Jean complied.

He took her hand and led her to the walled-in veranda. There was a massage table set up. Now it was Jean's turn to smile. "You're giving me a massage on the beach?"

"Better yet. I arranged for the hotel masseur to give you a massage. I thought that this was the perfect chance to have a professional give you a massage and he readily agreed to let me watch and film." They heard a knock on the door. "Hop up on the table and get ready."

Jean got on the table, laid face down, and covered herself with a towel. "What a treat," she thought. "Another perfect gift from Rob."

The masseur walked into the room with Rob. "Thanks so much for letting me watch and learn. I have wanted to take a class on how to give a better massage to my wife for a long time."

"No problem," the masseur replied.

That voice! Jean dared not look. He walked to the head of the table and started with her back and shoulders. Jean looked down through the hole in the headrest. It was Brian! The same loose, gauze island pants, bare feet and toe ring. So this is what his appointment was about on the first day! He was the hotel masseur!

Jean began to get wet immediately as he touched her. She had to stop this right now -- but how? She would look even sillier that she did when they stopped on Orient Beach and refused to get naked. Maybe if she stayed face down until he left. "I think I just want my back done today."

"Nonsense! That is not a real massage and I always give full massages."

"I arranged this so that you could really, really enjoy this massage," said Rob. "A skilled masseur willing to teach me and let me watch right here on the beach. Please don't spoil this for us."

"Just relax. You seem very tense," said Brian. He spoke softly with his French accent. It was almost meditative. She slowly relaxed as he worked on her back and shoulders. God, was he good! Those strong hands expertly worked every muscle and caressed every nerve. As his hands slid along her body, her tension melted away. She could not take her eyes off of his strong legs and dark feet. She wished she could see above his knees, but the view from the headrest prevented that.

Brian continued the massage down her back. His hands would slide down her sides, just grazing the sides of her breasts, and then they moved firmly up her back and spine. Rhythmically, he slowly stroked down her sides, up her back, over and over.

As her breasts were touched, her body gradually moved from relaxed to aroused. He moved to the side of the table. "Do you prefer to leave the towel on or do you prefer Island style, au naturel?"

"Island style" Rob replied before Jean could respond. Brian removed the towel and gazed at her perfect buns. Knowing she was older, her buns looked like the tight buns of an athletic twenty something. His skilled hands moved over them in the same rhythmic fashion. She was not used to a professional masseur massaging her buns so completely. With each stroke, his fingers slipped a little more deeply into her crack. She moaned a little and involuntarily moved her legs apart. As he reached across her bottom, she felt his hardening manhood brush her arm. She started to squirm in pleasure under the tutelage of his hands. Apparently, he was as skilled at getting her aroused as he was at massaging muscles. She could barely stand it as his fingers moved to her inner thighs. Over and over, he pleasured her. Jean realized that she must have been moaning quietly for some time, but she could not stop. With a skilled flick of his finger in just the perfect place, she felt herself achieve a small orgasm as she quaked and spasmed quietly.