Complimentary Upgrades

Ye gods! I'd sort of assumed that she'd be rubbing me, digging her fingers in where I had tight muscles, and that sort of thing. No such luck. Ingrid started pounding on me, her big, beefy, hands thumping down on me. Tight muscles? They didn't dare be tight. She simple flattened them one at a time.

She started on my shoulders and started working her way down. A pause when she was halfway down my back and her hands closed around my neck and proceeded to throttle me. They then returned to my back and the battering of my poor body continued. After what I'll swear was a spanking on my poor bottom she started working on my legs. No longer pounding me now. No, she switched to karate chopping my legs, deadening my muscles.

Eventually she reached a point where she was satisfied and ordered me to roll over onto my back.

"How?" I croaked out, feeling unable to move. The vicious woman just laughed and rolled me over.

Now she started on my thighs with more karate chops. I was starting to feel like a piece of tenderised meat and she hadn't finished yet. She continued working up my body and now she was working with her fingers, probing my body and viciously poking any perceived knots in my muscles.

Once she reached my throat and did a bit more throttling she stepped back for a moment.

"Is good," she told me. "Now we rub in some oil."

Whenever I want to rub oil onto myself I just rub it on. No problem. Not so with Ingrid. She RUBBED the oil on, apparently trying to anoint me both externally and internally, by forcing the oils through my pores and into me. I had never been so thoroughly oiled in my life.

"So, how you feel?" she finally asked.

A good question. My initial thought was like a piece of steak that was due to be grilled but then I stopped to consider. I actually felt amazing. My body was all light and relaxed, not a single muscle feeling tight or tense.

"Pretty good, actually," I told her. "Amazingly good."

"Good," she said. "If you need me again just arrange a booking. Use the modesty towel to wrap around yourself for about an hour while your body absorbs the oils I used. I'm sure you don't want to get oil all over your clothes."

"Good idea," I said, wrapping the towel around me.

Ingrid left and I went and made some coffee and sat down to enjoy it.

I was almost ready to get rid of the oily towel and get dressed when there was a knock on the door. I hesitated for a moment before answering, but the towel did cover me quite well. My bikini exposed a lot more than the towel did at that moment. I answered the door.

"Oh, Peter. Ah, Megan isn't here right now."

"That's OK. I understand that you and Megan check out in an hour or so and just stopped by to make sure that you were satisfied with the services provided. I always do a quick check with departing guests. Would you and Megan be willing to fill in a questionnaire, letting us have some feedback."

"Sure," I said with a shrug. "Not a problem. Are these online surveys?"

"No. Management can't be bothered creating an online version. However I do have a couple of the questionnaires with me."

Well, of course he would if he came to let us have them. He handed me an envelope that he was carrying and I took hold of it. Things might have gone a little better at that stage. With one hand taking hold of the envelope that left me with a single hand clutching the towel to me. For his part, Peter used one hand to pass me the envelope and his second hand to tug on the towel, pulling it loose from my hand and letting it drop away, leaving me standing there naked.

"Peter," I snapped, using the envelope to cover my groin and trying to cover my breasts with my other hand, not very successfully.

"Lizzie," mimicked Peter, reaching for my wrists and moving my arms away from my body.

"You know, when I saw you both naked the other day I couldn't help but wish that it had been you rather than Megan who showed your appreciation. While Megan is a lovely young lady you just have that extra something that draws men's eyes. I've noticed that when the pair of you are at the pool it's you rather than Megan that the men watch. Oh, I'll admit that they check out both of you but if it's a case of look at one or the other it's you they mainly watch. I can't blame them."

All the time he was talking Peter's eyes were wandering over me, taking it all in, while I could only stand there blushing. To be honest, that massage from Ingrid had not only left me feeling totally refreshed but for some reason it had also left me aroused. I'm not bi, so I thought that that arousal was just an oddity from the massage. Unfortunately, with Peter standing there admiring my naked form that arousal was heating up. I could feel a prickle from my nipples and I just knew that they were firming up and standing out.

That suspicion was proved true without me needing to look. Peter released my wrists and cupped my breasts, his thumbs rolling my nipples about. My blush went even deeper, my face feeling hot. Unfortunately that wasn't the only part of me feeling hot.

"Peter, I told you I don't do this sort of thing," I told him, speaking very firmly.

"Um, no, you didn't. Not really. You did say that you wouldn't be having sex with me because you didn't do that sort of thing, but this is just a bit of light petting. Don't worry. I'm something of a gentleman and I'll observe your strictures of no sex."

"Then why are your hands on me?"

"Because I'm only something of a gentleman, not a dedicated one, and I enjoy touching a woman's female attributes. You'll find I can do that without going too far."

Without it really registering on me Peter had actually entered the cabin while he was passing me the questionnaires. He now used a foot to flick the door closed while manoeuvring me so I was pressed up against a wall. He bent his head and his mouth captured one of my nipples while a hand slid down and cupped my mons.

I was trying to push him away, but maybe I wasn't trying as hard as I could. I mean, my breasts were rather sensitive and I found I was enjoying the way he was teasing them. Also, the way his hand was rubbing my mons was exciting, especially as I was fairly safe, knowing he wouldn't go too far. Mind you, I was still telling him to back off and leave me alone, even if it was a bit feebly.

There was no way he was going to back off of course. Not without some drastic action on my part, like stamping on his toes or giving him a knee to the cods. My feeble protests and gentle pushes probably just egged him on. (As did the fact that I was naked. Let's not forget the 'I was naked' part.)

He continued teasing both by breasts, insistently tasting and touching. At the same time his hand left my mons, moving between my legs, stroking and probing my vulva. I was now feeling really hot down there. I knew I was wet and I also knew that he knew it. How could he fail to know when his fingers were invading, sliding into me, stroking and arousing.

I told him to stop, speaking a little more urgently, and he simply laughed. He was going to tease me into a climax, I just knew it, and there was nothing I could do to stop him.

He didn't. He just kept teasing me, leaving me hanging on the very edge, just backing off that little bit when it seemed I was going to climax. I couldn't stand it. I just couldn't.

"All right, damn it," I yelled. "Do it. Just do it. I can't stand this."

"No can do," he said, and I could hear the laughter in his voice. "We agreed that I wouldn't."

Was he kidding? I was going to kill him. I really was.

"Do it, damn you," I said with great sincerity, "or I'll be cleared due to justified homicide."

The swine just laughed again but before I could take umbrage I felt his erection pressing against me. Then it was sliding into me, with me giving a small scream as I lost my virginity, then I was pushing against him, wanting inside me as deep as possible.

(It didn't even occur to me until much later that he must have had his cock out waiting for the go ahead. If I'd just kept my mouth shut for a little longer he'd have probably taken me anyway.)

I was so needy by this time that now that his cock was in me the friction in engendered in its first few thrust were way more than I required, pushing me over the edge. I climaxed, rather noisily, I admit.

Peter barely slowed down, just long enough for me to ride out my climax and then he was back to thrusting into me a lot more energetically.

That climax had calmed me down a little. Now I was moving with him, feeling his cock sliding back and forth, teasing me, exciting me, working on my arousal, intent on building it back up. He wasn't in a great hurry. Why should he be? He'd already set me off once and now he could take his time to savour his own pleasure while working at pleasuring me a second time.

I now understood why Megan had been willing to show Peter her appreciation. If I'd known that this was what it felt like I might have done so too. This was definitely an experience that I'd have to experience again, and soon. (Not with my current boyfriend. For some reason I suddenly found myself deciding that he didn't measure up.)

Peter continued on his merry way and I was letting him know that I truly appreciated what he was doing, both physically and vocally. I couldn't help but wonder, if I wanted seconds, how long would Peter need to recharge. Wasn't going to happen, I knew. Megan would be back and I'd rather she didn't catch me in flagrant delicto. The way it currently stood I could use her appreciation with Peter as a trump card if needed. (Remember that time you bonked the resort manager...)

Peter was picking up the pace and I was still moving with him, my excitement steadily rising. I was going to climax again, it was just a case of how soon. Peter turned on a really energetic burst and that was enough for me. I screamed and climaxed again, assuming from the odd way he was jerking about that he was doing the same.

We separated and Peter kissed me. Then he picked up the envelope with the questionnaires and handed them to me, reminding me to do them before we left. He then went on his way and I headed for the shower. I seemed to have strange fluids running down my legs.

I was dressed when Megan returned, sitting at the table and doing my questionnaire. I waved the other one at her, telling her Peter wanted her to fill it in. She sat down and started to do so.

I finished mine and was sitting waiting for Megan to finish. She paused at the last question, which asked for general comments.

"Um, should I mention that Peter comped us upgrades to our passes after I screwed him?" she asked me, sounding completely innocent.

"Um, maybe not. At least, not if he was any good at it." (Which he was, in my opinion.)

"Fair enough. I'll just make a general comment on his availability and willingness."