Four Good

Roscoe trots over, gleefully chomping at whatever it was he found.

Sunday. I only have two more days with the men, and I’m scheduled to work the next two nights. I’m not ready for my little fantasy time with them to end, but real life awaits.

37

A four-man massage

Winning a massage turns out to be serendipitous, because my body starts to ache, probably from the cold, damp air on the beach.

I don’t mention the pain, not wanting the men to fuss over me like they did about sunscreen. Instead, I pop a pain reliever after dinner and happily climb onto the cozy spot that Jay’s prepared for me on the bed.

I’m not wearing anything, because I’m counting on the massage leading to other activities.

“Are you warm enough?” Jay asks, once I’m lying flat on my front.

“I will be, once your hands are on me.”

“Would you like a blanket? My hands can’t be everywhere at once,” he says.

“We can help with that,” Corbin says from the doorway.

“You beat all of our scores, after all,” Jonathan says. “Maybe we should all help with the massage.”

See what I mean about this feeling like a fantasy life? Four men’s hands on me? It’s a dream I never knew I had, and my pussy tingles just at the thought of it.

Jay squirts lotion in his palm and passes the bottle to Corbin, who’s next to him. I hear sounds of the lotion being passed around, as Jay rubs his hands together, warming the cream.

I close my eyes, preparing to be pampered, and the men must silently communicate with each other, because four sets of hands make contact with me at the same time.

As Jay slides his slippery hands down one side of my back, someone else’s hands smooth up my back in a coordinated motion. Strong hands grip my calves while palms slide simultaneously up each of my legs.

If a nearby spa offered a four-man massage service like this, I’d save enough money to indulge in it regularly, no matter what it cost.

“I can die happy now,” I say, groaning in pleasure.

Jay laughs. “Not yet. We’re just getting started.”

The four of them work on every inch of my backside before prompting me to turn over. Their treatment turns from blissful to tortuous as Corbin and Brendan spread my legs and slide their slick hands slowly up my inner thighs, coming close, but not quite all the way to where I want them to touch me.

Jonathan entwines his fingers with mine and massages my hand with his thumb as he bends to run his tongue over my nipple. Jay mirrors these actions on my other side, and it’s not long at all before I’m writhing on the bed, begging them to do more than massage me.

Finally, after what feels like a wonderful, unbearable eternity, Jay slides my bottom to the edge of the bed, kneels between my legs, and eats my pussy until I’m screaming his name, orgasms coming as if they’ve never been anything but effortless.

After he gets me off multiple times, Jay stands and buries his cock inside me. Corbin brings pillows to elevate my hips, and my ex fucks me so thoroughly that I nearly forget my name. Slow and steady, then hard and fast — it’s all so good that I can hardly bear it.

I’m limp on the mattress after Jay comes. Jonathan lies down next to me, stroking my hair away from my sweaty face.

“Are you next?” I ask with a heavy-lidded smile.

He slides his arm under my head and tucks me against his chest, brushing his lips on my forehead. The last thing I remember is hearing him say, “Get some rest.”

38

Memento

My shoulder hurts when I wake up the next morning, reminding me that I’m in my forties now. All of the aches and pains I’ve always heard older island residents complaining about are now descending on me.

You’d think I’d be feeling wonderful after the amazing massage and the sex that followed, but I must have slept in an odd position. I don’t know who was in the bed with me — maybe Jonathan? — but I’m alone now and the room is bright with sunlight.