From where he lay on his stomach, naked except for a small towel, Timothy could see the big tranquil blue of the ocean.
“Is this hard enough?” murmured the massage girl in her melodious Pacific accent. Her dark slim fingers pressed into Timothy’s knotted shoulders with startling intensity.
And with a startling aphrodisiac quality.
He couldn’t suppress the groan. “Mmmmm.”
“Good?”
It was bloody perfect. The exotic smell of sandalwood oil seeped into his tired body. Timothy closed his eyes, letting all the stress of the last sixteen months melt away.
Shoulders, back, buttocks. The fingers teased his upper thighs before moving on lower. Calves, feet, toes. The ticklish yet highly arousing spaces between the toes.
It was supposed to be a relaxing massage, yet Timothy’s mind was beginning to turn to matters that he’d had no time for in his busy schedule lately.
