HUDSON'S CHOICE

7.

“Are you okay?” Max asked, unable to mask the anxiety in his voice.

“Oh, yeah,” Nadia moaned as she raised her head gently. “It couldn’t be better. Was it good? Was that what you wanted?”

“More than I’d hoped, believe me. It was a performance worthy of an Oscar.”

“Happy to hear you liked it,” Nadia managed to say while waves of euphoria and exhaustion flooded her.

Does he think I simulated it? 

“Glad I could meet your expectations, sir. Now, turn around—I’m offering you another good massage. Would you like one?” she asked, remembering the advice she had been given. 

Make him feel special. A massage is good, intimate, and is perfect after the relationship. They all love it, and I promise you it fills the time between different ‘occasions’ perfectly, was Claudia’s advice.

“That would be perfect,” said Max lazily as he rolled on his stomach.

Sitting astride his bare buttocks, Nadia began to massage his neck and his shoulders, enjoying the sounds of satisfaction that came from his throat. He seemed to enjoy the moment and his post-orgasmic state enhanced the feeling her fingers gave him working his tight muscles.

“I know someone who is a little tense,” she observed, feeling the knots untie under her thumbs when she massaged his shoulders. “When was the last time you had a professional massage?”

“Probably never. Except when... well except for times like this.”

“You should have, though. You’d be surprised to know how different it feels when you release the tension,” continued Nadia, exerting pressure on a particularly tense area.

“Ouch!” Max pulled back, his relaxation interrupted by the spike of unexpected pain in his neck. “Thanks, but I’m fully satisfied to be able to release tension through your special talents if you must know.”

“I wasn’t talking about that tension,” said Nadia, giving him a friendly slap on his firm buttocks. “But please, you can continue to flatter me, you never know where that can lead you,” she added with a smile.

Repositioning a little lower on his body, she began to massage his lower back and buttocks, taking almost as much pleasure from massaging his firm posterior as the feeling her fingers against his skin gave him. Long ago, Nadia had worked as a volunteer massage therapist for her college football team, but it all came back to her as if it were yesterday.

“I have a little oil in my bag. You want me to go get it?” she offered, hoping that he might enjoy a longer sensual oil massage to pass the time.

“Out of the question. I want nothing between my skin and your fingers. I love the feel of skin on skin, and the oil will just ruin everything.”

“Okay. What do you think of turning over so that I can take care of your chest?”

Rising to give him some room so he can turn around, Nadia noted that he had already recovered enough strength with her massage.

“Why that insolent smile, sir?” she said surrounding him with her hand, clenching and unclenching gently.

“It’s nothing. Well, not really nothing. It’s just that I just remembered something that happened years ago. I had completely forgotten until you ask me when it was that I last enjoyed a massage.”

“And...” said Nadia, encouraging him to continue his story.

“It’s nothing. Only a stupid thing that made me laugh when I thought about it that’s all.”

“I still want to hear it,” said Nadia, curious to hear the story that caused the appearance of a charming smile and a small spark of insolence in his eyes.

“I was in Bali on holiday. I was there a long time ago when I was younger and more naïve. Anyway, I asked one of the masseuses who worked on the street to come to my room to give me a good massage. At least that’s what I thought I’d receive, the lucky massage with the special finish if you know what I mean.

So here I am, naked, lying on my bed with this lovely girl on my back trying to massage my body with this oil, rubbing her breasts down my back and my butt. I was beginning to enjoy it and I began to get excited, I can tell you.

Then she asks me to turn around so she could continue what she was doing on my chest. She looks at my p***s, she sees how I am, then looks me in the eye while I fixed my gaze on her firm breasts, all bronzed and glistening with oil, and she said, ‘you want a small hand job?’

I expected a little more than m**********n, but I was so f*****g excited that I was willing to do anything, so I said ‘yes, please!’ Just after that she moved away and went into the bathroom. I guess she went there to do something or get something, so I waited on the bed like a bull, ready to explode.

Five minutes later, the door to the bathroom opens, she pokes out her head and asked me with her cute Balinese accent, ‘that’s it, you’re done?’

I cried with laughter, but it wasn’t the happy ending I had in mind. My God, who would have thought that I had been unlucky enough that night to choose the only girl that left the customer to take care of himself?”

Nadia laughed as he finished his story, the mental image of him lying on the bed and her asking if he had finished j*********f was just too funny. “So now that you’re older and wiser, you make sure to always have what you want, right? No more misunderstandings?”

“Exactly, you have understood everything. I felt like an i***t. No way I’d repeat something like that,” said Max.

“Okay, message received,”

She tickled him with the tips of her nails with their French manicure. She was happy now to have had the time when she was offered a manicure during her shopping expedition. They seemed to fulfil a practical mission in addition to being stylish.