"Is that what I think it is?" I sat up and looked at him unfolding the table in the roomiest part of the room, halfway between the large tub and the bed I was sitting upon.

"I'm not a professional or anything, but I've been learning for quite some time now." He looked back at me and smiled devilishly. "Been told I'm very good too, by the way."

I watched him curiously for the next few minutes as he laid a sheet over the table and then started retrieving small bottles of oil from the bag.

"Hmm, let's see..." he said holding up a bottle and looking over his shoulder at me. "Kukui nut?" I frowned and he quickly nodded his head in agreement. "Soothing Heat?" I smiled and raised my brows, but he just looked me up and down from head to toe before shaking his head again. He then rummaged through the bag a few moments and then I heard him sigh. "Patchouli Lime. You look like a Patchouli Lime to me."

"I do?" I asked with a laugh.

"Most definitely."

"But I kind of liked the sound of the heat one."

Gary turned toward me and held my hands while pulling me to my feet. "Don't worry about that. I have my own heat, Jules." I shivered when I heard him say that and turned away before he could see me turn a beet red. Instead of putting me on the table though, Gary led me over to the bathroom and gently pushed me inside. "We won't be in need of any clothes for this massage, Jules. But put a towel on if you're shy."

He smiled and then closed the door in front of me, leaving me to my thoughts. My nervousness was quickly turning to excitement as I removed the thin straps to my gown and let it fall to the floor around my feet. I stood there looking at myself in the mirror and seeing a forty-five year old woman that did not look too bad, except that little extra on my hips and thighs and tummy and... Oh never mind.

I wanted this whole experience. I had been dreaming about it since we had come up with the idea a year before. He obviously wanted me as well, or he wouldn't be doing this now.

What the hell, I said to myself. And I walked right out of the bathroom just like that.

Gary was sitting on the edge of the bed talking on the phone, but he faltered and his eyes widened when he saw me climb onto the massage table and lie down on my stomach before facing him.

"Why don't you make that two hours instead," he said. He hung up the phone, clearly having placed an order with room service, and then came back over to where I lay while rolling up his sleeves. My God, even his forearms were sexy.

I turned my head and closed my eyes so that anything he did would be a complete and utter surprise. For his part, Gina's husband was silent as he prepared his hands with the sweet scent of patchouli with a hint of lime and then suddenly pressed his fingers against my back.

He heard me inhale sharply and tense my muscles in surprise.

"Easy, Jules. This'll make it all better," he said in a throaty voice.

I lost track of time as his fingers worked and pushed and kneaded the knots in my back. I hadn't even known they were there! He worked his way upward first, to my neck and shoulders, avoiding touching me in anyway that actually would have been perceived as sexual at all. I fought to remember the two times in my life I had spent the afternoon at a spa and received massages. Those were both women, very good at what they did mind you, but nothing compared to the strength and sensual touch that Gina's husband had.

I groaned, almost in pain when I felt his fingers pressing hard into the small of my back, pushing against the muscles there and forcing them to mend to his will. He stopped at my panties a few minutes later, having pressed as far down my spine as he could without actually touching the lacey things. I secretly imagined that he would rip my panties off and go to work kneading my soft, pliant ass, but was not all that disappointed when I felt his hands on my thighs instead.

I felt oil being drizzled down one leg and then the other, yet it also seemed his hands never left my skin for even a moment. They pushed against my right calf firmly; twisting in different directions and causing me to gasp in surprise. I received that treatment all up and down both legs, in both directions until at last I felt his strong hands taking my foot between then and rubbing firmly.

I could have fallen asleep had it not been that I was keenly aware of why I was there in that hotel room and whom I was with. When I felt the oil hit my back and his hands instantly upon me again, I felt myself losing it entirely. Gary repeated that long process again, no doubt spending another twenty minutes massaging my now useless muscles from head to toe. For a moment, just a moment mind you, I thought I felt his lips pressed against the sole of one foot as he massaged me, but when I opened my eyes and looked back at him awkwardly, he was simply smiling back at me warmly.

Gary pressed his hand softly on my back again and I felt his lips against my ear. "Let's turn over now. That side's all done, Jules."

I swallowed hard and turned over without even a protest, keeping my eyes closed as I lay my head back against the soft rest. I knew that Gary was able to see my bare breasts now and that thought alone made me squeeze my thighs together involuntarily. My pussy throbbed as I opened my eyes and saw Gina's husband just about to drizzle more oil on my body, this time over my soft midriff instead. He was trying not to look at my breasts, as if savoring the moment and teasing himself until the time was forced upon him. But he had a very seductive smile as he placed his hands on my stomach and started rubbing me all over again.

It was tormenting. I found myself arching my chest up at him whenever he moved close, but he always somehow avoided touching me there outright. I made a point of looking into his face whenever he came close enough and saw that same knowing smile the whole time. He knew very well what he was doing to me. And he was enjoying every minute of it.

He retreated suddenly to my legs and feet and continued the process there; kneading and twisting and pushing against my skin. I glanced down my body to see him looking into my eyes across not only my breasts but also my mound and it made me short of breath.

This time when Gary moved back to my stomach again, he reached for the waist of my panties and slowly rolled them down my hips. I lifted for him, more than ready to reveal the rest of myself to his gaze. But then instead of massaging my pussy or sliding his fingers inside me he simply went back to the same maddening way of rubbing me everywhere but where I craved most.

He came back and stood beside me as he massaged my stomach and sides again, running his hands perilously close to my breasts which were just aching to be touched.

"Gary..." I finally whispered, not able to take much more.

He smiled down at me and his hands hovered over my breasts for a moment, as with some mystical magnetism he encouraged me to arch toward him. Then at last, I felt just the tips of his fingers drawing large circles all around my naked flesh there. I closed my eyes and held my breath as his fingers traced around the outside shape of my breasts and then, slowly, ever so slowly, the pattern began to shrink. It seemed to take forever for his fingers to reach the sensitive skin that surrounded my tight nipples. And when they finally did, he used only his palms to gently flatten them against my flesh. Gradually, his fingers on both hands enclosed around my nipples until at last, he had them captured between a finger and thumb firmly.

He squeezed. It was so sudden and I had been waiting so long for that moment that I came. My hand flew between my legs as I clamped my thighs tight and my body seemed to break into a million pieces.

Gary's lips were suddenly on top of mine; his mouth working slowly but forcefully over my own. I reached behind his head and pulled him in for a deeper kiss, surprised almost by the feel of his smooth shaven scalp. The realization that this was not my husband but Gina's husband made me insane for him.

But he only let me kiss for a minute at most. Gary pried his lips away from mine, causing me to whimper as I opened my eyes and saw him move to the end of the massage table and stand between my feet. I wantonly lifted one foot and placed it on the table, showing him how wet and ready I was for whatever he had planned.

And then, just like that, he was upon me.

Gary had sunk his face down between my legs and lifted them into the air so quickly that I was still catching my breath when the tip of his tongue first made contact with my moist flesh. I suddenly felt as if I were losing balance on that table and so I gripped the sides with both hands and lifted my face to look down at him.

It was different. So delightfully different after so many years with my husband. The sight of Gary's smooth head moving slowly between my legs and seeing those brown eyes looking into mine ... it was mind numbing! With shaking hands I reached down and placed them on his head, amazed at how warm and soft his skin was there. I was so used to pulling on Doug's hair when he did this that I felt suddenly lost, confused, delirious even.

Gina's husband had me crying out in ardent surprise within just minutes of when he'd begun; so worked up he had me after that heavenly massage. I came and I came, and then I came some more; all the while holding on to Gary's ears or pushing on the top of his head to get that tongue of his deeper inside me.

He allowed me to recover my senses just enough so that when I felt him kissing my thighs and smiling up at me, I had enough sense to smile back and start breathing again! Without saying a word, Gary stood up straight and then just watched me while he undressed.

Seeing the last of his clothes fall to the floor I suddenly felt like a man in a hardware store. I didn't know where to look or what to go after first! Gary was hard and he was big.