Cruise ship massage

[wonderbill]

This is my first time writing a story. It's in progress. This is Part One.


To celebrate my retirement shortly after my 65th birthday, my wife and I booked a cruise, our first.
I got us a balcony as we were celebrating. As I was headed to the buffet for breakfast,
I saw a chair and a massage therapist from the ship’s spa at the entrance. She was offering free sample “taster” massages, in the hopes that passengers would book a spa service.

No one was in the chair at the moment, so at the masseuse’s encouragement, I sat in the chair. She had strong fingers, and gave me a quick neck and shoulder massage. It was nice, but over in maybe two minutes. She gave me a brochure with the spa price-list. I looked at it. Yes, I would love a massage, but the cheapest 50 minute massage on offer was $160. That was a bit steep for me. I thanked her, said I would consider it, and walked into the buffet.

Later that day, I put on my swimsuit and headed alone for the swimming pool. My wife went off the shi's library to read. While dipping in the pool I couldn’t help but notice an attractive younger woman in the pool.

Now the average age of the passengers on this cruise was 60 plus. This lovely woman in a revealing one piece bathing suit looked to be in her 30’s. After awhile I left the pool for the hot tub. A few minutes later she entered the hot tub, and said “Hi” to me. We exchanged a few pleasantries and then she mentioned she had seen me earlier that day getting my “taster” sample massage. She asked me about it and I told her it was very good. She (Melissa was her name) asked me if I had booked a massage. I told her I would have liked to, but the price was a bit steep at $160. Melissa then mentioned that she was a certified massage therapist. She’d be interested in earning a few bucks to help defray the cost of her vacation. She offered me an hour for half the ship price: $80. Melissa was looking very attractive to me and my muscles were a bit achy, so I thought, why not? She asked me for room number, and I told her–then I thought this might be awkward to explain to my wife, Kate. I stuttered a bit as I said it might be better if we went to her cabin. “Oh really,” Melissa said, “You don’t think your wife would approve?” with a sly grin. I said, well I’m not really sure where my wife Kate is, and it would be awkward if not downright embarrassing if she walked into the cabin in the middle of you giving me a massage. “I understand”, said Melissa. “My cabin is pretty small, but it will do.”

We toweled off and got in the elevator to head to Melissa’s cabin. It was, as advertised, a small interior cabin, quite different from my balcony cabin. She said, “Why don’t you undress to your level of comfort and I’ll wait in the bathroom until you’re ready.”
After some thought, I kept my swim trunks on, and laid down on the bed. I said, “I’m ready”. She turned off the main cabin light, and kept a small lamp on to provide subdued lighting.

She put oil on her hands and started massaging my back, then my legs.

She said, “I need to lower your trunks to get your lats.”

I said in a muffled voice, “OK”.

She lowered my trunks,almost to my knees and begin working on my lower back and butt. Her motions became more sensuous on my butt and she played with my crack. She stopped for a moment and I heard a rustling. Then she leaned forward onto my back and I felt her bare breasts rubbing on my back. Now I was sure that this massage was taking a different direction. Her breasts rubbed lower on my back and then on my butt. Then she came back up, put her lips to my ear and said, “time to turn over”.

I wasn’t sure what to do about my naked penis as I started to turn over, but she used her hands on my hips to guide me. I was now face up on her bed, basically fully nude. She pulled my trunks off the rest of the way. She rubbed her bare breasts on my chest and my legs, avoiding my cock. Then she massaged my thighs and worked her hands right up to my crotch. My cock was throbbing in anticipation. I was so unsure of what I wanted to happen next: I came into the cabin for an inexpensive massage, nothing more. I had a wife somewhere on the ship.

Then she said, “Your hour is up. Would you like more time?”

I groaned, “Yes.” Melissa said, “Would you like my deluxe massage?”

I said, “How much is that?”

Melissa:”$200 to start. More for any extras”

I said,”I didn’t bring that much cash”.

Melissa: “We can go to the casino afterwards and you can put gambling money on my ship account from your bank card.”

I agreed. Melissa started massaging my lower chest, her hands circling lower and lower. She brushed my balls. Her fingers lightly touched my shaft.

TO BE CONTINUED

If there is good feedback I'll continue with Part Two.

[qazzy1749]

So he wouldn't go for $160 but would go for $200 with his trunks off. Is that $200 on top of the $80, which I assume he already had paid by showing him her tits?

It would be fun for a couple's massage to include the wife so he could watch too.

Let us see how this story develops.

[wonderbill]

OK, I have finished the story. This was my first time writing and I realize that I don't really have the talent to do a hot sex scene. I enjoy the setup ... anyway hope you aren't too disappointed, but I have provided an ending to the story.
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To celebrate my retirement shortly after my 65th birthday, my wife and I booked a cruise, our first. I got us a balcony as we were celebrating. As I was headed to the buffet for breakfast, I saw a chair and a massage therapist from the ship’s spa at the entrance. She was offering free sample “taster” massages, in the hopes that passengers would book a spa service. No one was in the chair at the moment, so at the masseuse’s encouragement, I sat in the chair. She had strong fingers, and gave me a quick neck and shoulder massage. It was nice, but over in maybe two minutes. She gave me a brochure with the spa price list. I looked at it. Yes, I would love a massage, but the cheapest 50 minute massage on offer was $160. That was a bit steep for me. I thanked her, said I would consider it, and walked into the buffet.

Later that day, I put on my swimsuit and headed alone for the swimming pool. My wife went off the ship’s library to read. While dipping in the pool I couldn’t help but notice an attractive younger woman in the pool. Now the average age of the passengers on this cruise was 60 plus. This lovely woman in a revealing one piece bathing suit looked to be in her 30’s. After awhile I left the pool for the hot tub. A few minutes later she entered the hot tub, and said “Hi” to me. We exchanged a few pleasantries and then she mentioned she had seen me earlier that day getting my “taster” sample massage. She asked me about it and I told her it was very good. She (Melissa was her name) asked me if I had booked a massage. I told her I would have liked to, but the price was a bit steep at $160. Melissa then mentioned that she was a certified massage therapist. She’d be interested in earning a few bucks to help defray the cost of her vacation. She offered me an hour for half the ship price: $80. Melissa was looking very attractive to me and my muscles were a bit achy, so I thought, why not? She asked me for room number, and I told her–then I thought this might be awkward to explain to my wife, Kate. I stuttered a bit as I said it might be better if we went to her cabin. “Oh really,” Melissa said, “You don’t think your wife would approve?” with a sly grin. I said, well I’m not really sure where my wife Kate is, and it would be awkward if not downright embarrassing if she walked into the cabin in the middle of you giving me a massage. “I understand”, said Melissa. “My cabin is pretty small, but it will do.”

We toweled off and got in the elevator to head to Melissa’s cabin. It was, as advertised, a small interior cabin, quite different from my balcony cabin. She said, “Why don’t you undress to your level of comfort and I’ll wait in the bathroom until you’re ready.”

After some thought, I kept my swim trunks on, and laid down on the bed. I said, “I’m ready”. She turned off the main cabin light, and kept a small lamp on to provide subdued lighting.
She put oil on her hands and started massaging my back, then my legs. She said, “I need to lower your trunks to get your gluts.” I said in a muffled voice, “OK”. She lowered my trunks,almost to my knees and begin working on my lower back and butt. Her motions became more sensuous on my butt and she played with my crack. She stopped for a moment and I heard a rustling. Then she leaned forward onto my back and I felt her bare breasts rubbing on my back. Now I was sure that this massage was taking a different direction. Her breasts rubbed lower on my back and then on my butt. Then she came back up, put her lips to my ear and said, “time to turn over”. I wasn’t sure what to do about my naked penis as I started to turn over, but she used her hands on my hips to help me turn. I was now face up on her bed, basically fully nude. She pulled my trunks off the rest of the way. She rubbed her bare breasts on my chest and my legs, avoiding my cock. Then she massaged my thighs and worked her hands right up to my crotch. My cock was throbbing in anticipation. I was so unsure of what I wanted to happen next: I came into the cabin for an inexpensive massage, nothing more. I had a wife somewhere on the ship. Then she said, “Your hour is up. Would you like more time?”
I groaned, “Yes.” Melissa said, “Would you like my deluxe massage?”
I said, “How much is that?”
Melissa:”$200 to start. More for any extras”
I said,”I didn’t bring that much cash”.
Melissa: “We can go to the casino afterwards and you can put gambling money on my ship account from your bank card.”
I agreed.
Melissa started massaging my lower chest, her hands circling lower and lower. She brushed my balls. Her fingers lightly touched my shaft.

As she got me excited, the extras offered got more intimate and more expensive. In my state of arousal, I could only groan, “Yes” to each price point. I wasn’t thinking of my bank account.

Afterwards, I was feeling a bit ashamed of myself, and in shock at how much I had agreed to pay Melissa. I said, “I don’t think I have quite enough money in my checking account to pay you. Perhaps you could give me a discount?”

Melissa said, “Well then, why don’t we ask your wife for the money. You’re in cabin 7134, right? Let’s go.”

I said, “That’s not necessary. I have another account I can tap.”

As we headed to the casino for me to load up her cruise ship card, I reflected on what had just happened. This massage had wound up being the single most expensive 90 minutes I had ever spent!

[terriuk]

"Melissa" is a grifter.