I noticed that his smile was much more natural and relaxed. "Yeah, helping people… That's a nice way to live." Have you ever gotten a massage?" I as...ed. It was a little out of the blue, yes, but I figured we knew each other enough for me to ask that."Well… Not professionally," he replied."What do you mean by that?"Sam took a second to think. "A few years ago a friend gave me a massage, but I hated it. It was just so… uncomfortable. So, no, I've never had, like, a real massage." They probably. I moved away from the bar and found a place to sit, it was near the wall and even though I hadnt completely sucked in every impression of the place yet I took out my phone and send Marie a message. I was telling her how awesome the party was and that she should come down and have fun. Since no reply came I put the phone back in my purse with a smile on my face. She was no doubt still blabbering on with her boy about nothing what so ever. At times like this I was glad that I was single. I looked. "No," I replied getting my wits again, "I went surfing a few weeks ago, and any of the 19-year old girls I was with would kill to look like you do." She was obviously flattered and even struck a bit of a pose when I said it.Hey, I'm young, virile, hung and just cocky/stupid/crazy enough to think I had a shot. "I'm serious. A bunch of borderline anorexic blonds? Or a gorgeous woman who I wouldn't have pegged a day over thirty? No contest." She blushed, I pressed, "If you were single, I'd do you. .parking lot whore is the charming lady's co-worker... Here come my fantasies rolling in like sudden storm clouds, along with thunder rolling off my clit..."hmmm"...I wondered...I collected my thoughts, gathered myself and went home, as I was done with what I needed to do there...beautiful ladies...Sweet dreams...day dreams even.The next night, charming lady was there on her shift...we had our "hello", I went about my business...this time on my way out, I stopped for a little chat...I wanted to.