Chapter 5

Marie chose a matching dark green bra and bikini panty set and a satin nightgown from her luggage and went to the bathroom. As the warm, strong spray of water washed over her, Marie could feel some of the tension wash away as well. As she was drying her hair, she heard the room service waiter knock on the door. She was starting to get hungry, so she dressed and went to join Tim in the kitchen area of the suite.

When she got there, Tim had the table set and two glasses of wine poured for them. Marie also noticed with a little pride that Tim had hung up the clothes they were going to wear to the lawyers the next day. The shower had improved Marie’s spirits, and the meal and wine was doing its job of relaxing her. Even though Tim was not worldly, he was a good conversationalist with a good sense of humor and he was able to keep Marie entertained and laughing through the meal. When they finished, he reloaded the food cart and pushed it outside against the wall.

He decided to shower while Marie watched some island reality show that didn’t interest him in the least. He grabbed a pair of boxers and his shaving kit and headed for the bathroom. He took his time and enjoyed the pulsating shower head the shower featured. When he finished, he donned the boxers and went to the bedroom. The bedroom had two queen sized beds, and Marie had already staked out the one with the best view of the TV. They chatted a while longer and Marie said the combination of delays, jet lag, and wine had made her a little sleepy and that she might go ahead and turn in.

“How about a relaxing back massage?” he suggested.

“Oh, that sounds wonderful! I have a small bottle of baby oil in my cosmetics case if you wouldn’t mind using some of that.”

“Sure, no problem,” he said.

Tim went to the bathroom for the oil. He had decided to get more comfortable and had stripped out of his jeans and shirt. He couldn’t find his workout pants, so with a “so what” shrug he returned to the bedroom dressed only in cotton boxers. Marie was lying on her stomach with the sheet pulled to just below her waist, her head turned to one side and her eyes closed. Tim straddled her ass without making contact and began to work her shoulders. She had not removed her bra, so he slid the straps from her shoulders to well down her arms. Although he had never given a massage amounting to more than a few gentle squeezes of his mother’s neck and shoulders before, he quickly started to enjoy softly, yet firmly moving his hands over her supple skin.