“I thought you were totally hot, and you looked like he’d have paid you for that massage instead of the other way around.”
“So you’re sure you’re not mad at me?”
Okay, at this point she had to know I was not mad, but if she wanted to hear me say it, I was happy to say it. I mean, I was smiling, about to explode, holding her fucking hot body against mine while I talked in detail about what was possibly the hottest thing we had ever done.
“Well, okay then, I suppose I can get just one more thing off my chest then.”
“What’s that?”
“You know how Paco had to go wash his hands after massaging my legs?” she said, less guiltily and more seductively. “While he was rubbing my thighs, the sides of his hands kept bumping into my pussy. He tried to make it seem accidental, but I’m sure it wasn’t. The more he was rubbing the more he kept hitting it, rubbing across it, rubbing across my clit and just moving over and over my pussy more and more. I almost came then, and I was so wet that his hands must have been a mess. I’m sure he didn’t want to take all that juice from my pussy and have it wind up on my face.”
As she described the lurid details with words that rarely came out of her mouth, I came. I came and I came as my dick rubbed all over her body and came all over her stomach, hip, and even the hair around her pussy. I came so much that she looked sort of like she had been gang-banged, until the shower water washed it all down her leg in what was one of the sexiest images I had ever seen.
“Well, it looks like you were okay with it, and if it makes you happy then that’s what’s important to me,” she said, probably even half-convincing herself.
*******
We spent the afternoon napping, with Jennifer watching TV. I know that seems a little lame considering we were at a nice resort, but we were happy and just wanted to hang out in a comfy bed together for a while. At some point, Jennifer texted with Olivia to let them know that while this afternoon was probably going to be a bust for getting together, dinner might be fun. We agreed to get together at six for dinner, which would hopefully avoid the crush between around 6:30 or 7.
Jennifer started to talk about what she was going to wear. She had changed back into just a dress and panties after the massage and was trying to figure out what was the right thing for dinner here at the resort. I thought she looked good in what she had on and was probably dressed appropriately for a casual dinner, which was my honest opinion. She pushed back and said that she should at least put on a bra, to which I replied that no one is really going to notice. Given the relatively thin dress she was wearing, that was a slightly less honest opinion. It was not at all see-through, but it was no match for her determined nipples this afternoon She almost never went braless at home, but due to some combination of laziness and possibly something else, she grudgingly conceded the argument, but made it clear that she wasn’t convinced that a bra wasn’t necessary.