I still kept thinking about how there is no way Jennifer could be comfortable with this. She was starting to get tense, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable type of tense. She was grabbing the edge of the table, but she was definitely not nervous.
At some point, Elena was still finishing up rubbing me and had worked her way down to my chest, which was fine, but I had been focused on the other table. Paco, on the other hand, seemed to pull the towel up a little bit, and I felt myself mostly relieved but just a little disappointed.
But then it happened, and I don’t think Jennifer or I was expecting it. Paco put a little more oil on his hands, carefully slid them under the towel and started massaging her pectoral region. Except those muscles were covered with her tits, and topped with nipples that I had seen clearly poking through the towel. He tried to make it look professional, but he was a young man with strong slippery hands and they were going back and forth on my wife’s tits. Back and forth. The towel was there, but it might have well not been. You could even hear it as his slippery fingers rolled over my wife’s tits over and over.
I thought it was going to be too much for me, but in the end it was too much for Jennifer. She tried to not make a sound, she tried to act like nothing was happening, but she wasn’t fooling anyone but herself. She was coming, and she was coming in front of strangers, and one was a handsome young man whom she had known less than an hour who was half massaging her and half feeling her up like a total slut.
Eventually, her orgasm subsided and the massage was over. Paco and Elena quickly washed up and told us that we were free to use the shower in the room to clean up before we left, and that they didn’t have another massage for a while so we could take our time.
I got up and went to her side, but she was quiet. I took her by the hand and we walked over to the shower and turned it on. She was still not saying anything and I didn’t know exactly what she was thinking.
“Hey, are you okay?”
“Did you… see?”
“Did I see you come? Oh God yes, I saw it.”
“I was so embarrassed. I can’t believe I came. I can’t believe he rubbed his hands on my tits. I can’t believe I let him. I can’t believe YOU let him. You put me in this situation. It wasn’t my fault.”
She was holding on to me tight, our slick bodies rubbing together as she sorted this through.
“There was nothing wrong with that. You were enjoying yourself. A lot. I was enjoying myself. And Paco was sure as fuck enjoying himself.”
She had to laugh briefly at that. “What was he thinking, a young man like that feeling up an old woman?” She was starting to relax a bit as she understood that I was good with what happened.
“Do you want to know the truth? He was hard as a rock when he hurried out of here. I bet he’s probably done jacking off already thinking about your legs in the air and his dick in your pussy.”
She started smiling a little more, “I guess MAYBE. He is a young man, and they do get excited by just about anything. Maybe even an older woman.”