You noticed me as soon as I checked in …wearing a modest but low cut dress amply showing off my cleavage, strappy sandals and with manicured fingers and toes. You’ve always been of principle, making a point never to get “involved” with guests but I already had your pulse quickening and you knew this would be a struggle.
I mentioned during check in that I was here to relax, on vacation by myself. You suggested perhaps a massage on the beach would do the trick and would be more than willing to make the arrangements for the afternoons once I settled in my room.
Unfortunately all masseuses were booked. You could tell how desperate I was for a relaxing massage and thought you could offer to massage me and would promise to keep it professional.
You watched as I sauntered down to the massage table wearing a black, very stringy bikini underneath a lacy coverup. Again…noticing how I dressed simple, classic yet sultry all at once. You cock started to throb in your linen pants as you tried to hide it but you saw me catch a glimpse and slyly smile.