Our room was in the corner most part of the resort, thus it was very private.We freshened up and had our lunch. Mansi strolled in the front lawn as i ...went through various sale pamphlets left by the bellboy in our room. One of them contained information about Massage. This caught my attention.I thought, why not try it?I called the reception and asked for a Masseur. A girl responded saying Masseur would be available at nights or early morning. Which slot should she book for us.I thought for a. " Thank you," I said, barely audibly. No one had ever called me gorgeousbefore. Well, maybe Emily had, but that was sister talk. No one I?dever been so into had ever said that to me, or given me that kind ofcompliment. Not sure how to even process it, I went all wiggly and feltlike an atomic fireball. Heat, perspiration, happiness, weirdness. Allat the same time. I stared at my coffee, then took a sip. It had gonecold. "I think I'm dumb looking." You are not. If I was a guy, I'd be all. She heard him laugh out loud above her, his masculine chuckle so identifiable, so him. ‘I thought you were asleep…’ he whispered huskily into her ear. ‘Well I was, but I am no longer, no thanks to you…’ she answered, trying to stay quiet, but grinning from ear to ear. In lieu of a verbal retort, his fingers continued creeping higher up her abdomen, running into no resistance as he molded her breasts in his large, callused hands. She tried to keep her emotions in check, but finding herself. We went his room where we started smoking which I had started a year before with my friends. I knew his intentions but I still asked him about what we are doing here… he brought 2 chilled beers for us to drink and said – just wanted to spend some time alone. I said I don’t drink but he insisted, must have thought of getting me drunk and then have sex with me. I want the same thing but never let him know about my sexual desire and started drinking. Soon I was drunk and he started being romantic.