Page 40 of What Happens in Paradise

‘Because people don’t want to come across as big-headed!’

‘If I said that I am the best in the world,thatwould be big-headed, but I only said that I am good. And I am confident enough to prove it. Derek,’ I called the name of our tour guide. ‘Would you allow me to continue Jasmine’s massage? If the lady does not mind, of course?’ I looked at her.

For a second I questioned whether it was a good idea, but then I dismissed it. I was only going to show her how I gave foot massages. It did not have to mean anything.

‘It’d be rude to interrupt Derek!’ she said. ‘I’m sure he wants to be left to do his job.’

‘Mi gud.’Derek stopped massaging Jasmine’s feet and gestured for me to take over.

‘You are fine with this?’ I asked again.

She paused and I could almost hear the wheels turning in her head.

‘Okay – if you insist. But don’t feel bad when I ask Derek to take over. He is the professional, after all.’ She rolled her eyes, which only made me more determined to impress her.

I sat at her feet, making myself comfortable on the raft.

Her legs and feet were covered in limestone paste which looked like clay, but I knew that underneath, her skin was beautiful. I noticed before that she had changed the colour of her toenail polish. Yesterday, it was a deeper coral shade, whereas today, it was pink to match her dress.

When I gently placed my palms on Jasmine’s feet, she flinched.

‘I am sorry. Did I hurt you?’ I asked.

‘No.’

Even with the paste in my hands and on her feet, I could tell that her skin was soft. Just touching her feet made my heart race faster. When I looked up, Jasmine’s eyes were squeezed shut.

As I increased the pressure, a low moan slipped out of her mouth and it was the sweetest sound that I had ever heard. My dick twitched. Knowing Jasmine was enjoying the sensation of my hands on her made me feel great. I wanted to make her moan again. And again.

‘How is the pressure?’ I asked.

‘Mmm,’ she murmured. ‘Perfect.’

I continued working my hands on her feet and massaging her legs for what must have been ten minutes. I could have done it for hours, but with her eyes shut, Jasmine was missing the views.

When I stopped, her eyes flicked open.

‘You’restopping?’ Her jaw dropped. ‘Why?’

‘So you enjoyed it?’

‘As much as I hate to admit it, you were right. Youarevery good at giving foot massages.’

‘Onlyvery good?’ I teased.

‘Okay,’ she sighed. ‘You are excellent. Sorry Derek.’ She winced.

Derek held up his hands in surrender. I did not think that he really cared one way or the other.

Overall, the tour only lasted about one hour and a half, so it was not long until we were back in the car with Bob.

‘So,’ Jasmine asked, ‘what would be your romance rating for the rafting activity?’

‘I liked it, but I think it would be better for the couples to do the foot massage, not the guide.’

‘Good idea in theory considering how great you were, but something tells me that not everyone would be as talented as you.’

‘So you are saying that Iamthe best foot masseur in the world. Is that what I am hearing?’ I cupped my ear, pretending I could not hear her.

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