We both (Tina, 23, and Lukas, 26) often have a great desire for other people’s skin. That’s why we also look for that special thrill on vacation trips. We always book a room in these adults-only hotels in Egypt or Turkey. Children are not allowed there, the minimum age is usually 16 years old. These hotels are not only popular with older and tourists who love peace and quiet, but also among swingers. After dark, the party starts on many balconies.
It’s easy to make very horny acquaintances. In our favorite hotel in Turkey, the partition walls between the balconies and the neighbors are transparent. After we had lots of sex on the balcony on the first evening balcony, there were already invitations from left and right. It was another very horny week with lots of sex with various hotel guests. See and be seen is the motto on such occasions. The temperatures in the evening are only bearable to endure naked.
And with such great views as in these hotels, I like to stand on the balustrade of the balcony and look around. To the left, right, above and below and, depending on the location of the hotel, sometimes even opposite you can see other guests, say hello or wave to each other. Then Lukas usually takes notice, gets up from his chair and stands behind me. He quickly grabs my breasts with both hands, massages and kneads them.
I push my bottom backwards. It never takes long for his cock to grow and get harder and harder. At the same time, my pussy gets wetter and wetter and Lukas sticks his stick deep inside. The interested neighbors notice what we’re up to by our movements or my “noises” at the latest. Their reactions are always very clear. During our last visit, our immediate neighbors were a married couple my parents’ age and two male friends. We spent an evening in each of the two neighboring rooms.
Unfortunately, our suggestion of a six-way encounter failed because of the husband. He was interested in swapping wives, but didn’t want to watch his sweetheart being fucked by three strangers’ cocks. What a pityThis vacation last fall, however, we took it even further. We also always enjoy getting a massage at the hotel. Only male masseurs work at our favorite hotel, which Lukas doesn’t mind and I certainly don’t mind. We had booked a massage for every other day, I always booked full-body massages.
How does a woman show up for a full-body massage? In a bikini, in a swimsuit, in underwear? I don’t know how others do it. For me, a full-body massage is for the whole body. So I was always completely naked under my bathrobe. My masseur was visibly surprised the first time when he asked me to lie down on the massage table and I took off my bathrobe. He probably hadn’t expected a completely naked body, but he was professional enough to take this unfamiliar sight in his stride.
It started with the back massage and he also had the courage to include my bottom. Although I spread my legs appropriately, he left the insides of my thighs untouched. Even when I was lying on my back, he didn’t touch my breasts. He could have asked, but I guess he didn’t have the courage. He had obviously never seen such a “shocking” sight from a customer. When I showed up naked for my next appointment, my masseur became braver.
No inch of my body was left out. My breasts were massaged, lying on my back and stomach, the insides of my thighs were vigorously worked up to my labia. I could already feel myself getting wet and the masseur would certainly not have missed it. A few times I could feel how, as he stroked me with his palms, one or other of his fingers landed “purely by chance” between my labia, which were already very swollen.
The third time, he told me that his two colleagues were begging him to swap places with him. But he refused. So his massages of my body were already a topic of conversation between the three masseurs. I found that remarkable. When I told my boyfriend, he immediately knew how horny I was. He took the opportunity the next day to talk to the three masseurs on his own. I didn’t know the other two yet.
He asked her if all five of us would like to meet up outside the hotel and have some fun. At the next massage appointment, my masseur told me that a friend of his has a massage studio where the five of us can go. However, he will probably want to be there if he lets us use his rooms. We didn’t really care about one man more or less. If anything, it made it even more appealing to me.
So we agreed and arranged a time the following afternoon. The studio was at the end of the street and you couldn’t miss it. The three masseurs from our hotel were already waiting at the entrance when Lukas and I arrived. Although I didn’t know the other two yet, they were already greeting me with kisses on the left and kisses on the right. The weather was still very warm for mid-October. That’s why I was only wearing a loose white T-shirt with nothing underneath.
Her bra and panties had been left in the hotel room. One of the masseurs had probably already noticed that. He immediately reached his hand under my shirt and onto my bare bottom while kissing me. Very brave, I thought. But very soon he would have a lot more. The owner of the studio then opened the door for us and immediately pulled my long T-shirt over my head as he greeted us. We weren’t even fully inside the building yet.
