I, on the other hand, just had to grin and bear it. I had a rock hard erection that hid under a hotel towel about as well as you could imagine. Jennifer almost laughed when she opened her eyes and looked over in my direction, but our masseuses mostly stayed professional. Elena’s look was less disgust than an amused, ‘not again’ look. There is no way I was the first person to be in this situation.
Since they were at our feet they started working their way back up our legs, and given that shins don’t need much of a massage, they quickly found their way back up our thighs. They had carefully folded the towel over a bit so that each of us had our legs exposed such that they could get better access to our upper leg. Well, Elena had very carefully folded the towel for obvious reasons. I couldn’t completely see what Paco was doing but there was a lot more towel folded over. There is no way that he couldn’t at least see part of her bush and who knows what else. He had both hands around her thigh and seemed to be rubbing from the bottom to the top, without a lot of concern about what was on top. Jennifer was breathing more heavily at this point and had a little less of a smile, but that look clearly did not say ‘stop’. At some point, they switched sides and he kept up the rubbing. On one hand, I couldn’t see quite as much since he was on the side closer to me now, but I could basically see that he had her thigh in his hand and he was picking it up a little, so he could have more control. Her leg was being lifted and spread out a little and I don’t know how the towel was doing its job.
At this point, I basically had to have Elena stop doing my thighs as the towel was basically rubbing my dick, and there was no way I could take this. I was hoping that she thought that my leg was getting sore, but she probably knew exactly what was going on.
Finally, they moved to the head of the table, to finish the massage. Paco had gone to wash his hands first, which seemed odd since he was just going to get oil on them again anyway. Soon they were both doing our scalp, which was unexpected to me, but felt great and helped me calm down again after watching Paco manhandle my wife. I thought that I might actually survive this with a little dignity. After massaging my scalp, Elena said, “What would you like to finish with, your pectorals or arms?”
I wasn’t really thinking there was a wrong answer to that question, so I just said, “Pecs sound fine.” I was feeling mellow and agreeable at this point.
Elena looked over at Paco and said, “Okay, we’ll do pecs”.
Wait, I thought, was this the plural, “you”? Was she asking for both of us? What’s that mean for Paco and Jennifer? Does Jennifer get a say in this?
It appears that the answer to the final question was no. Elena and Paco moved their respective hands down our necks and then down to our upper chests. As good as that felt, I had to glance over to see if that was happening to Jennifer too, and the answer to that question was yes. It was still a fairly modest exercise on the other table, but the slight rocking back and forth from the rubbing was not doing her towel any favors. I swear that it almost looked like her barely covered nipples were pushing the towel down her body every time Paco rubbed back and forth and that the towel was losing that battle as Paco’s hands moved closer and closer to some of the finest tits on the planet.