Page 67 of The One That Got Away

‘No, no,’ I said, wishing that for once he had been, or better still missed the whole thing altogether. ‘You’re right on time.’

We both stepped inside the outdoor massage suite. It had a square white wooden structure, but instead of windows, it had roll-down blinds and floaty white curtains.

Inside there were two single beds, covered with crisp white sheets and fluffy towels on top.

‘Hola,’ the woman said with little emotion. ‘I am Olga – your Relaxation Facilitator.’

Max snorted just as a giggle flew from my lips.

‘Sorry,’ I said immediately. I’d been here a week but still hadn’t got used to their crazy names.

‘Something is funny?’ she said in her strong Spanish accent.

‘No, sorry,’ Max added, his mouth still quivering.

After we’d filled out forms and Olga asked us some questions about our skin and general health, she said it was time to start.

‘You.’ She pointed at Max. ‘Take off your clothes and get on the bed.’

‘Okay,’ Max said as she drew the curtains and rolled down the blinds.

‘Should we wait outside?’ I said.

‘You are together,sí? This is nothing you have not seen before.’

Technically Ihadseen it all before, but I’d seen younger naked Max, notall mannaked Max. Something told me the two were very different.

His physique was bigger and I couldn’t help wondering whether his dick was too. Presumably it’d stopped growing after puberty, but I’d be happy to check. Purely for market research purposes, of course.

I reminded myself yet again that I was supposed to be keeping my cool, not turning up my horn-o-meter.

‘We should give Max his privacy.’ I turned my back.

‘It’s okay,’ Max replied. ‘I’ll wrap the towel around me to take off my shorts.’

Of course, my dirty mind then decided it would be a good idea to picture Max sliding his shorts down his solid thighs.

‘Ready,’ he called out.

Olga walked to the bed. Max already had his face in the hole at the top and his back facing us.

‘The towel should be lower,’ Olga said. ‘Your girlfriend will move it down, okay?’

‘Um, yeah,’ Max stuttered as my eyes bulged.

‘How low are we talking?’ It was sitting above Max’s waist.

‘Lower, so you can touch all of his back,’ Olga said.

‘Like this?’ I shifted it down a few centimetres, trying to control my shaky hands.

‘Lower,’ she commanded. I moved it down, resisting the urge to lick my lips. ‘Better.Señor, you do not wear the paper pants?’

‘Paper pants?’ Max asked, his voice muffled. ‘I didn’t see them.’

‘My mistake.’ Olga shook her head. ‘I did not put them on the bed. I am sorry. You want to wear them now?’

‘I’m okay,’ he replied.

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