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him. Of course she was, but she had on her super dark sunglasses. Paulo’s powerful muscles flexed divinely in his tight shirt and his beautiful hands were… magic. She looked downwards and she almost grinned.
    Is that a substantial hard on for me, Paulo, dear?
    Cassie's intense, shielded stare and the naughty things brewing in her mind had her breathing in tune with Paulo’s. Finally, she couldn’t control a low moan from escaping her lips. She hadn’t noticed it. All she knew were the ticklish feelings every time he touched pretty much any part of her. They were shooting up tender nerve endings from his fingertips, though her, straight to her. She did not know if he intended this, but by this time she did not care.
    Magic fingers, sexy-fingered Paulo. You might as well just take those delicious fingers and poke ’em right in my cunt.
    She closed her eyes and savored every sensuous moment of her limited time with him. Time was passing, the clouds slipping by overhead signaled so.
    She knew that she might get carried away and someone might hear, although she truly felt no one else was in the beach but her and gorgeous, dark Paulo. But she knew she was wrong. The beach had people enjoying the sand and the water before she focused her eyes at Paulo. She tried to control herself and stifle her moans to a sigh.
    He looked at her, not boldly, like you’d think a hot guy like he was would look at a woman or a massage client. He gazed up at her shyly, under his lashes, again, with those remarkable eyes of his. And the sun came out again, chasing the clouds away.
    “How are you feeling, Señora Cassie?”
    She nodded, unable to talk. Everywhere his hands landed and his fingertips touched her was pure heaven. She also felt the sun’s heat, the pressure and warmth of Paulo’s strong hands, the scent of coconut oil, and the breeze that ruffled his hair and tickled her softly against her cheek. Without thinking, she slid her hands over the plastic and metal edges of the beach chair, gripping so hard her knuckles paled.
    I swear I’m going to get as tense and drawn tight as a bow and spill all over….
    Their world darkened again, the warmth of the sun slowly dissipated and a cooling breeze took its place. Each time the breeze hit her she felt cooler and cooler.
    Then colder. It was like an iceman were blowing his frigid breath on her, making her nipples stand more erect with the chill that crept up her skin. But Paulo’s hands only burned hotter, and so did her body. She imagined her nipples poking so hard they’d cut two revealing holes in her bikini top. Would he like seeing that result from all his industrious work?.
    Paulo’s two hands kept kneading her, warming her against the very cold breeze. The rest of the world fell away. His hands were making her needy, until they slid down her shins to her sensitive ankles.
    She frowned behind her glasses, eyes still closed, as she realized she felt him using his entire hands now, not individual fingers together, almost like he wore fleshy mittens. Huh. It felt so good, though, that she didn’t want to burst the bubble by looking. She just wanted to enjoy. She wanted to purr, while wondering how he could make his hands feel like that, firm but almost boneless. It was as if she felt a gentle, rolling motion of something fleshy and muscled, almost like a hand-sized tongue on the delicate inner sides of her shins all the way up her thighs and into her center as she parted her knees for him.
    Damn. He’s not pretending now. This isn’t playing anymore. God, it felt so good..!
    She moaned again as he teased her by massaging away down there.
    “Paulo, you are magnificent. Again, please.”
    She really shouldn’t ask it of him or encourage him. She didn’t want him to lose his job, or to stop. But, really, this man’s exquisite skill, and that tongue-like maneuver, made her feel so damn good, heightening her libido and cranking it way higher. The delicious rolling motion