I accidentally signed up for a couple’s massage with my best friend on vacation

The second day of our trip, we decided to hit the cruise’s spa before our evening reservation at their swanky top deck bar. Ken immediately sank into a mud bath and told James and me to join him in the neighboring tubs. I eyed the bubbling sludge suspiciously.

“It’s heavenly,” he said.

“I’ll pass,” I said. “I’m more of a massage girl myself. I’ll see you later.”

“I’m down for a massage,” James said, shrugging. We booked two full-body massages and waited for a few minutes in a serene waiting room in silence.

A very athletic-looking blonde woman came out. “DD and James?” she called. We followed her into a large room with two massage tables.

“Wait, is this a couple’s massage?” James said, surprised.

“Yes,” she said. “Is that not what you booked?”

“No?”

“I’m so sorry for the confusion and any discomfort we caused!” she said. “We can rebook you.” We followed her back out and watched her tap at her computer. “You’ll have to wait about an hour. Is that alright?”

I checked my watch, and we had less than two hours before our reservation. “I guess that’s fine,” I said. “But we would have to do thirty minute massages.”

“You’ve already paid for the hour,” she said. “You’re welcome to return tomorrow to finish your time or rebook.”

“Ken is already marinating in his stupid mud,” James said quietly to me. “Let’s just get our massages now.”

I looked at him, surprised. “Together?”

“Why not? I won’t look if you don’t, and we’re best friends,” he said. “I’m sure getting massages in the same room won’t ruin our friendship.”

“Any more than watching Ken stick his dick between my thighs already has,” I whispered. He laughed, shaking his head.

“We’ll do it now in the couples room,” I said to the masseuse.

“No pressure! You’re very welcome to our first slot tomorrow morning at 7!” the girl said.

James and I exchanged glances. Neither of us was a morning person. “Now is better,” I said decisively. “Let’s go.”

James and I got undressed, facing away from one another, and lay down on our tables. As I carefully covered myself with the towel, I caught a glimpse of James’s naked butt. He had defined glutes and hamstrings, and his dark skin glowed. I quickly looked away before he caught me staring. My face was visibly flushed pink, and I hoped he didn’t notice.

The masseuse came in with an equally blond and athletic partner, and they quickly got to work. My masseuse deftly folded my towel to cover just my ass and started massaging my feet. The massage felt incredible, and I was starting to relax muscles I didn’t even know were tight. As she massaged up my legs towards my butt, I started to feel a little dampness between my legs. She worked my inner thighs with her fingers, and I hoped desperately that she couldn’t tell how aroused I was. I turned my head ever so slightly to look over at James, who was having his lower back kneaded. He looked blissful. I thought, I want to make him feel like that, and felt myself getting wetter.

The hour was over too soon, and James and I were left to get dressed.

“Do you think they were twins?” James said, pulling his shirt over his head.

“Absolutely not, you just can’t tell blond girls apart,” I said. “That would’ve been hot, though.”

“Don’t dye your hair or I won’t be able to pick you out of a crowd,” he said jokingly. “You decent?”

“Sure,” I said. I had thrown my tank top back on, leaving my bra on the floor, and pulled up my lacy white panties. They immediately soaked through where they touched my dripping pussy. I sat on the massage table with my legs crossed and checked my phone. James gaped at me.

“DD,” he said.

“Yeah?”

“Where are your pants?”

“Ken just messaged us, he’s done with the mud baths,” I said. “Let’s get him.” I uncrossed my legs, showing him my damp lace panties. He stared in absolute astonishment. My nipples grew hard and became visible through my tight tank top.

“DD,” he said, his voice cracking the tiniest bit.

“Yes, James?”

We heard a knock at the door. “Let us know when you’re done getting dressed!”

I pulled my shorts on and we walked out. My bra dangled from my hand. “Hold this,” I said, handing it to James. He shoved it into his pocket, blushing.

We met Ken out front and I chatted with him about his mud bath experience. James was dead silent the entire way, his hand in his pocket. I could tell he was touching my bra, and the gears were turning in his head.

We got back to the suite and Ken hopped in the shower. “I’m gonna change for dinner,” I said. “My clothes smell like lavender oil.” I started pulling my shorts off again.

“Any chance you want this?” James said, pulling my bra out of his pocket.

“That would be helpful,” I said. I reached for it and he pulled it away.

“Not so fast,” he said. “I’m going to need something in exchange.”

“What’s that?” I said impatiently.

“Your panties. Underwear for underwear. Seems like a fair trade,” he said. “Especially as they’re soaking wet and probably useless at this point.”

I looked him straight in the eye. “Fine. Take them if you want them.”

He dropped to his knees in front of me and grabbed the edge of my panties with his teeth. He carefully shimmied it down my legs to my ankles, then ran his hands up my legs to my hips. He grabbed my butt with both hands and his face inched towards my crotch as he watched for my reaction. I smiled a devious half smile.

“You have until Ken gets out of the shower to make me cum,” I said.

He pressed his tongue to my clit immediately, lapping at my pussy like he had been waiting his whole life for this moment. It felt incredible. The pressure was perfect and he had the exact right spot, and just as I thought it couldn’t possibly get better, he slid one finger into my pussy, rubbing against my g-spot. He reached up and brushed one of my hard nipples through my shirt with his other hand, and I started cumming harder than I had in ages. I moaned and bucked, and he didn’t stop. He kept licking me and fingering my soaking wet pussy, and when he pressed down on my stomach, I started cumming again. I was milliseconds from squirting in his face when we heard the shower stop. James smiled at me devilishly and gave me a final languorous lick from my clit all the way down my pussy before pulling my panties back up and throwing my shorts at me.

“Bra,” I reminded him, my hand out expectantly.

“You still have your panties, so I’ll be holding onto the bra,” he said. “That was the deal.”

I would have to make a plan to get it back from him later.