If you have been following along in our story, I greatly appreciate it. I know that there were a few segments that got a little wild, and the last few have been pretty tame, but I am trying to build more of a story and sometimes sexual encounters just don’t always fit that well. A lot of this story is true, and a lot is fantasy. Some has been inspired by feedback from readers. I hope you are enjoying yourself so far. Of course, being new to this, I would love any and all feedback you might have. Tell me what you love, tell me what you don’t, tell me what you would change. Let me know whether you like it or not by an up or down vote and give me your feedback in the comments or shoot me a message on here. Thank you for your continued support and enjoy!

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When George and Valerie dropped us off at the hotel, I stopped at the front desk as the girls headed up to the room. I checked with the clerk to see if they had a small commissary. I grabbed a couple small bags of chips, some cookies and candy, and some drinks.

I got back to the room and I could hear the shower running. There was a trail of damp clothes running from the front door into the bathroom and the girls had hopped into the shower. I picked up the clothes from the floor, went out on the balcony and hung them on the railing to dry. While out there, I sat down on one of the rattan chairs and opened a soda. I sat there, sipping the cold beverage, and looking out over the balcony. Over the dark silhouettes of palm trees, you could see the moon glow sparkling on the waves of the ocean. The soft sound of crashing waves wafted over the air and there was a light breeze that brought heavenly smells to my nostrils.

I heard the shower shut off and the girls getting out and drying off. I pushed myself up out of the rattan chair and headed back in to get my own shower. I opened my carry-on bag and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs, some comfy sleep pants, and a white tank top undershirt. I grabbed my toiletry bag and waited for the girls to exit the bathroom. They both came out, large towels wrapped around their bodies, up around the armpits. When they reached the bed, they flipped over at the waist, threw their hair down and within seconds had slipped, flipped, and wrapped their hair like turbans with more towels. It always amazed me how easily women could do that. “So, do they take you ladies aside in school and give you a special class to do that?”

Amy pulled off the towel she had wrapped around her body, began to twist it up. “Just like they teach you guys how to do this?” With that, she snapped the towel out and gave me stinger right on the thigh. I jumped back into the bathroom and slammed the door.

I slid the glass door back on the shower and reached in to turn on the hot water. As it began to pelt the tile, I started to strip out of my cold, damp clothes. I hung them over the towel rack to dry and I climbed into the shower. The hot water felt wonderful and helped relax my sore muscles. It had been awhile since I had gone kayaking and the few hours on the water had really done a job on my muscles. Finishing up in the shower, I turned off the water and began to towel off.
As I stood there trying to get all the water from my body, I heard the girls break into squeals of delight.

“Oh my gosh, can you believe it?”

“This is the one that…”

“How in the world did he know?”

“That will look so great…”

“That is so adorable…”

As they went on and on, I couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear. So, they had found the surprises in their carry-on bags. The talking slowed, became hushed whispers that I couldn’t make out through the door, and then went silent. I finished drying off and pulled on my boxer-briefs and the sleep pants. As I began to lather up my face to shave, I heard the door open and close. Taking my time, I slowly pulled the sharp blade across my face. I absolutely hate shaving, especially for the first time with a new blade – it took all my skill to not knick my face and neck up. I was only about half-way done with my face when my shoulder started to cramp up. I had to set the razor down and let my arms fall to my sides. I could feel the pain growing my lower back as it tightened up as well. I leaned against the counter, gripping the edge and tried to breathe through the pain. Ever since I tore up my knee and lower back during an Airborne jump while in the military, I have had issues like this. With all the activities over the last few days and adding on the kayaking today, it didn’t really surprise me that I was feeling this way.

I lost track of time as I tried to relax and breathe through the pain. My eyes closed, white-knuckle gripping the counter, deep breaths. There was a light knock on the door. “Hey Caleb? You have been in there for a while. Is everything okay?” The door creaked open just enough for Steph to lean her head in. She must have seen the pain on my face, because she immediately came in, wrapped in one of the big fluffy robes the hotel provided, a look of deep concern on her face.

Through clenched jaw, I explained what was happening and why. She stepped behind me and began to massage my lower back. The muscles slowly loosened up, releasing their grip and allowing a little more movement. I stood up straight and went to pick up my razor. My arms were still like jelly and the razor slipped from my hand and into the sink. Steph put her hands on my shoulders, turned me around, and then surprisingly helped me scoot up onto the counter next to the sink. She retrieved my razor from the running water in the sink and then began to slowly shave the rest of my face for me. I never had someone shave me before like that, and it was a little exhilarating. Her tender touch as she would tilt my head to get a better angle, the trust it took to have someone with a metal blade against your skin.

When she finished she rinsed off the razor and set it aside.