“I didn't realize you were that old,” I said teasingly.
Christian laughed. “I'm 36. You?”
“29.”
“And you grew up here in Hawaii, or did you just move here?”
“Grew up here,” I told him. “Lived here my whole life, and will probably live here for the rest of my life. There's nowhere quite like this.”
“How so?”
“You probably wouldn't appreciate it much, coming from the Big City, but it's peaceful here. Life happens at a different pace on the island. You know, things happen when they happen, and no one gets too stressed when things happe
n late. Plus, I get to do everything that I love here. I have my own business, and I get to surf and swim and run and do whatever else I want to do in my spare time. Somehow, I live the best life imaginable.”
“That must be a nice feeling to have,” Christian said, sounding a bit envious.
I frowned at him. “If you don't feel like you're living the best life that you could be, maybe you need to make some changes,” I told him. “I know, I know, that's easier said than done. But there's no reason that you need to trap yourself in a life that you don't enjoy living.”
“I enjoy it,” Christian said, sounding a bit defensive. “I don't always enjoy every aspect of it, but overall, it's great. So, you're a surfer chick?” he asked, changing the subject.
I laughed. “Yeah, my parents like to joke that I was born in the water. I love it out there.”
“I've never been,” he said. “Maybe I'll try learning it while I'm down here.”
“You should,” I told him. “Catching that wave and letting it carry you is an amazing feeling.”
“So is this,” Christian said, groaning a little as I hit a particularly large knot in his shoulders.
“Mmm,” I said. “You must be stressed a lot. And you're not taking good care of yourself. You're wound up.”
“Yeah,” Christian sighed. “You're not the first person to point that out to me.” We were both silent for a moment. “So, tell me more about Oahu,” Christian finally said. “I'm not sure how long I'm going to be here for, but what are the things that I can't miss doing or seeing?”
Conversation flowed easily between us after that, and I slowly began to see past the initial impression that I'd had of him. Maybe he wasn't such a jerk after all. Maybe that was some sort of act that he was accustomed to putting on.
I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to sleep with him, though. When he turned over, his cock was half-hard from my ministrations, curving up toward his chiseled abs. I realized that despite what I'd said about not giving happy-ending massages, I did want to get a hand on him and just feel his weight. I wasn't going to do that, of course; he'd have to take me out on a couple of dates first if he wanted me to touch him. But all the same, I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to sleep with him.
“What's wrong?” Christian asked, lazily opening one eye to look up at me, and I realized that I had stopped what I was doing.
I blushed and went back to work massaging his massive thigh muscles. “Nothing!”
The man smirked a little, as though he knew exactly what I was thinking, and unfortunately, I had the feeling that he did. But he didn't comment on it. Instead, he went back to the story he'd been telling me about some ski trip that he'd taken the previous winter.
Finally, our two hours were up, and I reluctantly withdrew my hands from his body. “That's it; you're all set,” I told him gently. We hadn't spoken for the past little bit, and although I'd missed parts of our conversation, it had at least helped me concentrate a little better on what I was doing, and for that, I was grateful.
Christian sighed a little and blearily opened his eyes. “I think I was half asleep there,” he complained. “Your hands are like magic, woman.”
I laughed a little. “I've been at this for a while,” I told him. “I can give you a moment to rest if you want, but I do have another client coming in, so I need to go.”
“Nah, it's okay,” he said, swinging his legs over the edge of the table. He put his clothes back on as I tidied up the room, and I didn't miss the way he shuddered a little at the drag of fabric against his erection. “Thanks for that,” he said. “I'll be back.”
“I'll be ready when you are,” I told him, smiling as I ushered him out of the massage parlor.
I sighed as I watched him walk away. I honestly hoped that he would be back. It's always nice to have repeat business.
But no, it wasn't that. Not only was he super handsome, but we'd also just clicked well. He'd been an ass at the beginning with the whole sex thing, but after that, I'd just had a really good time with him.
I shook my head and turned back to the shop. My next client would be there in just a few minutes, and I needed to focus on that.