For a minute he just looked at me. He didn't look surprised, just like he was carefully contemplating his options. Who could blame him? How often does a barely legal chick ask for a happy ending to a massage from a guy she's never met? Looking back, Im glad he took the time to think.
"Call me old fashioned," he said quietly as he leaned closer to my face," but I usually buy a girl dinner and get to know her first."
"How about tonight?" I asked, knowing I was pressing the boundaries of even my own boldness.
"Sure, how does nine sound?" He looked slightly amused
I got up from the table, not bothering to cover myself. Alessandro looked away, but I thought I saw him peek just for a second. I left the room after putting my robe back on, and headed back to my room.
I watched her get up from the the massage table only for a second before looking away. I caught a glance of her full, supple breasts, and lithe frame. It was obvious she took care of herself and had a certain amount of natural beauty. Thats what I liked about her, she didn't have to try in order to be pretty. As she slowly slid on her robe I shivered. Her creamy, tan skin glistened in the delicate light from the oil.
I had not expected her to be so forward when I first met her but I liked that she was unafraid. Too many times I met women who became so nervous around me any kind of meaningful conversation was impossible. But with this girl I could tell it was going to be different.
It was only after she left that I realized I had not asked her name. I became so caught up in the moment, I had forgotten to ask. But it seemed a rather trivial thing to worry over. I knew I would get my chance to learn her name and maybe much more about her.