finished up. He's back there in room B taking a shower, you know, washing off all that oil, but you're free to go back."
"Thank you."
Victoria watched the young hottie head away and studied her perfect ass shaking her head. She pushed through the outer door then opened the door to massage room B. There she heard the shower spray and spotted Jim inside the glass enclosed circular shower which was frosted for privacy up to about his shoulder area. She smiled gazing at his defined shoulder muscles. His eyes were closed and he was rocking back and forth rhythmically. Her eyes widened with suspicion and she moved to the glass, standing on her tip toes and looking down to confirm that he was in the midst of pleasuring himself.
"Holy shit, you scared me." Turning from her, he ran his hands over his chest in some lame washing motion in an attempt to play it off. "Um, what are you doing here?"
"How was your massage?" She asked in a catty tone.
"It was fine."
"Ashley is pretty."
"Who?" Still facing away from her, he turned off the water before pulling the towel down. Then he went to work drying himself and wrapped it around his waist.
"Your young masseuse."
"Oh, yeah, I guess so." He stepped out of the shower and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"You didn't get a chance to finish did you?"
"No, she finished my massage."
"Not the massage." She glared at him. "You didn't finish jerking off."
"What, I, uh… what?" He widened his eyes and made a silly face.
"Are you really going to deny it?" She looked at the bulge protruding from his towel and shook her head. "You're still pretty hard."
He glanced down then turned away reaching for his underwear. "You're crazy."
"I saw you doing it."
He sighed, busted. "Look, okay, sorry, yes, I was doing that, but—"
"Let me make sure I understand this. Three minutes ago little miss perfect body hot blonde was rubbing you all over and now I find you in here fantasizing about fucking her while you're jerking off."
He scoffed. "I was not thinking about her."
"Really!"
"No, I wasn't."
"I saw her ass in those pants."
He pulled his underwear on then his shorts and looked her in the eye. "Okay, yes I was blowing off a little steam in here and yes I'm a little horny. We've sorta been in a bit of a slump, right?"
"I was sick for a couple weeks and I was just starting to get my strength back when I got my period. I guess you could call that a slump." She shot him a snooty look. "Nothing stops you men— we could be on our death bed and you'd still be trying to stick it in."
"That's not true." He pulled his shirt over his head then sat down on a chair and grabbed his socks. "I know you've been sick, so I've been trying to take care of you and not, you know… I've left you alone."
"Yeah, you were pawing me all night last night. At one point it felt like you were taking my temperature." She shot him a sickening expression.
"I must have been dreaming or something." He made a face. "Sorry, if I'm so attracted to you that I dream about you and want you subconsciously."
"It sounds like you've been daydreaming about someone else!" She folded her arms across her chest.
A knock at the door captured both their attention. She sighed and Jim said, "Come in."
Ashley poked her head through the doorway. "Sorry, I really need to make up the room for the one o'clock."
"Oh, sure. We're done."
Stepping into the room, Ashley grabbed a bundle of dirty towels from the table then studied Victoria's face carefully. "I know I know you."
Victoria returned a bored expression then glanced down to the young masseuses super-tight pants for the first time noticing she could pretty clearly make out the outline of her lady parts. She widened her eyes and scoffed, mumbling to herself. "Perfect."
"Did you ever live on Paloma Drive?"
"What?" Victoria tore her eyes away from Ashley's lower half thinking it was painfully obvious, yet rather sexy, if she had to be honest with herself.
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