the thing’ to relax
him. More than she knew, and the outfit she wore had done a number
on his libido before the pills.
Still holding his hand, she led him to her
salon. “Sit down.” She nodded at a chair in front of a rounded
desk, and he did as she instructed.
His vision no longer blurred or included
spots.
The room smelled of acetone. He scrunched up
his nose. How the hell could she work in here? Deep yellow paint
covered the walls and chrome shelves sat everywhere, holding
hundreds of bottles of nail polish. Even an odd looking chair high
on a base with some weird basin at the foot sat against a wall.
Val moved around the room gathering up a
shallow plastic tray and bottles. What was she doing, and how was
this going to make him feel better? The last thing he wanted was
for her to touch his hands. He looked down at his grease stained
fingernails. A twitch began deep in his flexor carpi muscles, and
he bounced his leg.
“ You can’t be serious,” he
said as she mixed liquids in the tray. “I’m not getting a
manicure.”
“ I’m not giving you one
and if I was, why not?” She continued to mix solutions, never
stopping to look at him.
“ It’s girly. That’s why.”
Okay, so it wasn’t the real reason he didn’t want a manicure, but
it was a girl thing. Women could tease him and scratch him all they
wanted with their nails, however, his hands were meant for hard
labor. He didn’t need them to be soft.
“ Noah, my job is to make
hands and feet look their best. When I meet someone, I notice their
hands right from the start.”
He twisted in his seat, drew his hands
together and cupped his fingers in the palm of the opposite hands.
She hadn’t said a word to him about them. Not even when they’d made
love. But now, she wanted to change them. “If you’re not giving me
a manicure, then what are you going to do.”
“ First, you’re going to
soak your hands in this solution. I’ve seen the way you hide them,
embarrassed by the discoloration from years of engine work. This
mixture will take off the hardest stains. Now soak.” She pointed to
the dish. “I’ll be back in about ten minutes.”
“ Val.”
“ What?” Her voice, almost
a whisper, sent a chill down his spine.
“ Will this stuff really
work?” He looked at her, hopeful.
She smiled and sat on her stool. “Yes, I
promise it’ll work. But you have no need to worry about your
hands.”
Warmth caressed his fingers and palms. The
clear liquid deepened in color. She lifted one hand and patted a
towel to it. Beautiful soft sexy fingers rubbed and kneaded his
rough calloused ones.
“ A man should have hands
like these. Hard working, strong and masculine. Yet gentle, caring
and supportive.”
He relaxed and accepted the magic she worked
on his hardened muscles. His eyelids closed and visions of a full
body massage entered his mind. Notions of her naked as well,
stirred desire deep within. Sent flames to his already engorged
cock.
Val switched hands and stroked his fingers.
Taking time with each one, rubbing and working the tension away. He
leaned his head on the back of his chair. She was the first woman
to lavish pleasant attention on one of his two physical flaws. As
nice as it was, he wished she’d soothe the other ache in his body.
The one that still had his temperature raised.
Silence fell between them as she worked.
None of his ex-wives had taken the time to show him tips to get the
stains out. Nor had they cared enough to see his discomfort. That
wasn’t fair to his first wife, who happened to be his second wife
as well. Stains hadn’t materialized on his hands yet. Silly though.
A man paranoid at the marks of his profession. Men should be proud
of a hard day’s work and a soft night’s play. Or a midmorning love
session.
Why not? She had gotten jealous over Bambi
and started cleaning. Something he noticed about Val when she got
nervous or angry. Thank God she hadn’t met Bambi. Bambi still
believed she held some
him. More than she knew, and the outfit she wore had done a number
on his libido before the pills.
Still holding his hand, she led him to her
salon. “Sit down.” She nodded at a chair in front of a rounded
desk, and he did as she instructed.
His vision no longer blurred or included
spots.
The room smelled of acetone. He scrunched up
his nose. How the hell could she work in here? Deep yellow paint
covered the walls and chrome shelves sat everywhere, holding
hundreds of bottles of nail polish. Even an odd looking chair high
on a base with some weird basin at the foot sat against a wall.
Val moved around the room gathering up a
shallow plastic tray and bottles. What was she doing, and how was
this going to make him feel better? The last thing he wanted was
for her to touch his hands. He looked down at his grease stained
fingernails. A twitch began deep in his flexor carpi muscles, and
he bounced his leg.
“ You can’t be serious,” he
said as she mixed liquids in the tray. “I’m not getting a
manicure.”
“ I’m not giving you one
and if I was, why not?” She continued to mix solutions, never
stopping to look at him.
“ It’s girly. That’s why.”
Okay, so it wasn’t the real reason he didn’t want a manicure, but
it was a girl thing. Women could tease him and scratch him all they
wanted with their nails, however, his hands were meant for hard
labor. He didn’t need them to be soft.
“ Noah, my job is to make
hands and feet look their best. When I meet someone, I notice their
hands right from the start.”
He twisted in his seat, drew his hands
together and cupped his fingers in the palm of the opposite hands.
She hadn’t said a word to him about them. Not even when they’d made
love. But now, she wanted to change them. “If you’re not giving me
a manicure, then what are you going to do.”
“ First, you’re going to
soak your hands in this solution. I’ve seen the way you hide them,
embarrassed by the discoloration from years of engine work. This
mixture will take off the hardest stains. Now soak.” She pointed to
the dish. “I’ll be back in about ten minutes.”
“ Val.”
“ What?” Her voice, almost
a whisper, sent a chill down his spine.
“ Will this stuff really
work?” He looked at her, hopeful.
She smiled and sat on her stool. “Yes, I
promise it’ll work. But you have no need to worry about your
hands.”
Warmth caressed his fingers and palms. The
clear liquid deepened in color. She lifted one hand and patted a
towel to it. Beautiful soft sexy fingers rubbed and kneaded his
rough calloused ones.
“ A man should have hands
like these. Hard working, strong and masculine. Yet gentle, caring
and supportive.”
He relaxed and accepted the magic she worked
on his hardened muscles. His eyelids closed and visions of a full
body massage entered his mind. Notions of her naked as well,
stirred desire deep within. Sent flames to his already engorged
cock.
Val switched hands and stroked his fingers.
Taking time with each one, rubbing and working the tension away. He
leaned his head on the back of his chair. She was the first woman
to lavish pleasant attention on one of his two physical flaws. As
nice as it was, he wished she’d soothe the other ache in his body.
The one that still had his temperature raised.
Silence fell between them as she worked.
None of his ex-wives had taken the time to show him tips to get the
stains out. Nor had they cared enough to see his discomfort. That
wasn’t fair to his first wife, who happened to be his second wife
as well. Stains hadn’t materialized on his hands yet. Silly though.
A man paranoid at the marks of his profession. Men should be proud
of a hard day’s work and a soft night’s play. Or a midmorning love
session.
Why not? She had gotten jealous over Bambi
and started cleaning. Something he noticed about Val when she got
nervous or angry. Thank God she hadn’t met Bambi. Bambi still
believed she held some
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