The Day Before Vacation - Sex Stories

The Day Before Vacation

... They fit her frame perfectly. Ellie was likewise wearing a tight salon T. She had to wear a bra but even with the shirt on I could tell it was a sexy one and did nothing to tame her nipples. On the lower half, Ellie had nice hips, really nice hips, accented by a low riding mini, mini skirt. Beautifully proportioned legs, she was either an athlete or a dancer at some point and she wore very high wedged sandals that showed her pretty perfectly manicured feet. All I could think was, “I can’t get a boner, I can’t get a boner!” I grabbed the towel and start to get up and wrap it around me at the same time. “Ladies, I’m sorry but I don’t think I can do this. My wife paid you so there is no issue there but I am going to have to excuse myself.” Both ladies had huge grins on their faces. Cassie stepped a little closer and said, “Mr Pederson, Trin....I mean Mrs. Pederson said you might say that and told me if you did to give you this.” Another envelope. I opened it: “Douglas, don’t be a pussy. You’re not the first naked man these women have seen. If you don’t go through with this I’m taking back all my new swimwear and bring my maternity swimsuit with us. Would you like that? Now let these ladies do their job and enjoy yourself.” I looked at the two; “I guess I don’t have a choice.” They giggled as laid back down. Cassie was very good at her job and did make me feel more comfortable. At least as comfortable as I could while my cock was ready to spring to life at any second. The ladies ...

... waxed my back. Talking among themselves as Cassie explained the finer points to Ellie. They made some polite conversation with me as well but I couldn’t help noticing, or imagining that both ladies made a lot physical contact with me. Not just with their hands but I was brushed multiple times by hips and breasts. Once a breast brushed my arm with enough pressure that I could feel the hard nipple poking through. That had to be Ellie. She was so short that she would have to lean in. Could this be all coincidence, or were they teasing me? I was fighting in mind, trying to think of anything that might cool me off: The mole on s****r Mary’s cheek in first grad, Nancy Pilosi naked, sex with Janet Reno, romantic comedies. Nothing! I was getting chubbier all the time. Cassie then walked around to speak with me. “Mr Pederson,” she said, “I now need you to raise up on all fours.” “Whhyyyy?,” I asked. So we give you a brazilian wax. My head exploded for the second time today. “No! No, no, no, no!” I exclaimed, “I don’t even allow Mrs Pederson back there. I just can’t.” Cassie reached over to the table and pulled out yet another envelope and handed it to me. It read: “DOUGLAS, do as you told. If you do not then you’re not getting any on vacation. Do you understand me? Now, stop getting in the way and enjoy yourself. P.S Don’t, DON’T make her give you another envelope.” I just realized, everyone of my wife’s letters ended with “Enjoy yourself.” Is this permission for something? Pondering ...