The sun was out, the birds were singing and the beach was calling especially after having my head stuck in the dusty office in search of Contest Story Writers and Story Judges.
Every contest was the same - it was a worry until deadline.
Would I get enough stories?
Are our members still interested in the stories?
Would I get enough Judges to ensure the integrity of our small Erotic Story Contest?
Sometimes the work seems to out way the result especially when comments were made by ill informed people about forum contests being fixed.
I giggled, that was a laugh! Find me the fixers or the bribed ones... No one can fix Pachi - the robot, nor the adhoc members who called the numbers out to the bot in any of the sweeps, and good luck on bribing any of the judges or even finding out who they all are.
I stretched my neck to ease the tension, and then my arms. Mmmm Time for that walk on the beach front.
I slipped into my beach clothes and threw my vest over the top. I vaguely wondered if Tangoracer was on lifeguard duty today. That Good looking guy ought to have a Government Health warning hung on his back, walking around in tight shorts and red flip flops.
I walked along the beach front and stumbleed on a discarded durex. I cussed under my breath, "Public sex again! Why would anyone wear a banana coloured condom in public!"
My ankle hurt and felt sore and my new 5 inch heels did not help the sprain.
Just as I was looking at it, I became aware of a shadow looming over me.
I looked up, It was Tangoracer. He was as Good Looking as ever!
"Are you ok Brandy?" He asked full of concern.
I explained I'd slipped on a banana condom and seemed to have sprained my ankle.
"Public Sex and condoms are the bain of the Achat Town." He chuckled. I knew he mean bain as fun.
I looked at him and saw the twibkle in his eye. "Surely you dont wear the banana one in public... do you?"
"No, no of course not." He robustly denied such a thing and then added "I wear the mushroom one!" He laughed.
We both giggled, then he was serious for the moment, "Can you put your weight on it?"
I tried but winced. "ow owww"
"Come on jump up. I'll carry you to my private hut and beach and fix you up."
"Not a ..... Tango Foot Massage?" I said, all excited. The Tango Foot Massage was
FAMOUS all round the village!
"The one & only" Tango chuckled.
I jumped, he caught and then he carried.
Tango was so strong. He carried me to his rest area and then proceeded to remove my stiletto shoes, and using water to cool my feet; special sea mineral oil to massage my sore feet and poorly sprain, and sand to gently exfoliate my skin.
His strong expert and very experienced hands, rubbed, soothed, kneaded and massaged my feet, toes, ankles and calves.
It was the "Sam Smith" hour on the radio, so his soft melodic tones and woeful love songs helped make the moment, relaxed, soothing and ever so mmmmmmmm.
My eyes grew heavy as I lost myself in Tangos wonderous massaging skills.
At times he found spots on my feet that seemed to tingle other areas in my body. I had heard of these things before and it did cross my mind if he knew this reflexology. I half opened my eyes and he caught my gaze and smiles knowingly.
He did. He knew that special spot on the sole of my foot reached my .....
But it was fleeting and he moved on to the next spot. I smiled and pondered that experience.
Too soon 90 minutes had passed, my sprained foot felt amazing. Both feet felt terrific and I felt suitably refreshed to begin again on the chores of the Story Contest.
I thanked Tango for his amazing massage and time.
Ladies if you havent already ... you should try him. LOL.
Hugs Tango & Thank you.
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