Chapter 65: Ceremony

The morning of ‘The Big Day’ I awoke late because of the late bedtime the night before. The sun was streaming in the large French doors, but the rest of my bed and the other beds in the room were empty except for a snoring Aidan. There was only a note from Fran: ’Gone to do girlie stuff before the wedding – hair, nails, spa, etc. See you, I hope, at our altar in the sea. I love you more than anything in the entire universe. F.’

I roused Aidan and after attending to our S’s (shit, shine, shave, shower), we put on our speedos and sport shirts, and headed down to the breakfast bar. We found Matt, Dave, Doug, Ned, Chip, and Sean at a large table. We joined them, and they too were part of the abandoned male population. Dave informed me that the girls had taken the hotel courtesy bus into Phillipsburg, the largest town on the island. They’d arranged all sorts of events to pamper themselves for the day.

The wedding was planned for four o’clock, so we’d be knocking around by ourselves all day. Dave also informed the others that Lyle, Walt, Randy, and Frank had gone off to some golf course to play eighteen holes, expecting to be back shortly after lunch. We lingered around the breakfast table for second and third cups of coffee, and then migrated out to the pool area to check out the T&A in the vicinity. The sun was hot, so we took care to lather up with suntan lotion with a high SPF.

As we were sitting there one of the perky concierge women came by our circle. “Is there a Mr. Wallace in this group?” The voice of the gorgeous woman in Bermuda shorts and a tank top melted part of the polar cap it was so warm.

I raised my hand, “That’s me.”

She gave me a mega-watt smile and said, “Oh, good. You and your companions are invited to the resort spa for massages and any other of our amenities you’d like to partake in. This has all been arranged by your lady friends, and all you need to do is show up.” She gave a pearly smile.

“Where do we go and when?” A few others tossed out related questions.

“Go to the Tiki Hut at the end of that row of bungalows. We booked in extra help, so there’s room for up to ten of you at a time. Can I tell them that the eight of you are coming now?”

We all rose and followed Giselle (according to her nametag). She reached back and held my hand, in an obvious gesture of flirtation. She led us down a lush path towards the area where we were to be pleasured.

We walked into the small lobby of the bungalow. Two pretty mulatto girls jumped up and welcomed us. In the short time it took us to leave Giselle and walk the hundred yards, they’d gotten a call we were coming. Six other gorgeous women appeared through a door with broad welcoming smiles.

One did the introductions of the women, citing the credentials in massage, acupuncture, neuro-therapy, and other healthy specialties to us as she went along: Cindra, Bastine, Elle, Shirl, Uma, Lulu, Barrie, and Oceanna. I had the feeling there were a few others nearby in case there had been more of us.

We were led into a large open-air room where the view and breeze from the Caribbean Sea wafted over us. We were each seated, and immediately our pedicures and manicures were started. I had Cindra attending to me, and she was very touchy feely as she went along. She joked with me about being the groom, and these being my last few hours to sow my wild oats. She also had a loose scoop neck top on that fully revealed her unclad breasts to me as she knelt to work on my toenails. More than once, she caught me looking down at her, and I got a knowing smile.

As she attended to me, Cindra started to talk in a soft voice to me, explaining that the girls were well trained in Tantric massage and Nuru Massage. I was familiar with Tantric massage from the sex course I’d taken with the sisters a couple of years earlier, but the Nuru massage was new to me. When I asked about it, Cindra just smiled and said, “When I show you, I guarantee you’ll love it.” She paused and added, “It can be erotic.”

I allowed as how erotic was good. I wondered just what the girls had cooked up for all of us. The eight women attending us were sure fine specimens of the feminine persuasion.

After the manicures, Cindra had me strip and lie down on my stomach on a classic massage table. Soon, I felt the gentle beating of a special palm branch on my body. Cindra explained that this was to excite the skin follicles and wake up my skin to the possibilities of the day. When I rolled over I feared for my manhood, but Cindra carefully avoided slapping my genitals with the palm flogger.

When I guessed she’d touched most of my skin, I could still hear the same attention being given to my other friends. Next to me, Dave Henson looked over and gave me a wink. Elle, his therapist, was carefully holding his cock aloft with one hand as she beat around his nether region with her palm frond. I could see him swell in her hand.

Matt was on my other side of me looking content and happy as Uma, an obvious Swedish girl, lightly touched his body with the palm after getting it to glow.

As I lay on my back, Cindra started to rub aloe into my skin, as she extolled the virtues of the emollient formulation created especially for the resort. I wondered how she’d handle my inflating interest when she started to get near my groin, and I found out when she circumvented the area, ignored my chubby and had me turn over so she could do my back and buns.

After I’d been fully moisturized with the aloe solution, the real massage started. I heard several of the other men grunt in satisfaction as the fingers of their masseuse dug into deep tissue the same way Cindra dug into my neck and shoulders. For the next half hour, every exposed and hidden muscle or tendon or sliver of sinew available from my back got sought out, pulled out, examined, massaged, and carefully replaced in better than new condition. I think I fell asleep a couple of times.

“Mr. Wallace, please turn over. I must do your other side,” Cindra commanded in her soft tone.

“Steve. Call me Steve.” I rolled over, feeling that my back half was so relaxed the term ‘mush’ came to mind. Again, Cindra’s fingers dug into my body, magically finding places I didn’t know about and that, when touched the way she did, yielded tremendous pleasure.

This time, she didn’t circumvent my nether region. The inside of my thighs received careful consideration, and as they did, I felt her hand clench and vibrate around my ‘hardening cock.

“Please excuse my automatic reaction to your touch. You are sexy, and touching my sex. That’s erotic.”

Cindra leaned down and stuck her tongue into my ear. She whispered, “Oh, we haven’t even begun ‘sexy and erotic’ yet.”

On that note, I watched as Cindra lost not only the loose top she’d been wearing, but also the short shorts. Nude Cindra was much better than clothed Cindra. Now, I headed for a full-bore hardness.

I watched as Cindra and Uma came together between my table and the one Matt was on. They sprayed massage oil all over each other and erotically rubbed it into each other’s nude bodies.

The next I knew Cindra had climbed up on my table and spread her body out over mine. I got a very passionate kiss from her. “This is a Nuru massage,” she whispered between kisses where our tongues dueled ferociously between our faces. “Do you like it?”