Oscar's cabin

I entered Oscar's cabin, it was much bigger than mine. The living room was furnished with a large sofa, a coffee table, a TV, and a dining area. There were also a few paintings of nude women hanging on the walls.

"Make yourself at home." he said. "I'll take a quick shower, and then I'll be right back." he added as he disappeared into the bathroom.

This was my first time inside Oscar's dungeon. Was he really the **** lord the FBI was after? I decided to dig in and find some evidence before he's back. I did a cursory search of his living room, I found a file folder containing some papers. I opened it and skimmed through it. It was a list of names, addresses, and phone numbers. I started going through the list. Most of the names were unfamiliar to me. I couldn't make sense of any of the information in the file. "Dammit. Should've brought my phone here." I thought to myself. "Could've snapped some pictures." I mumbled.

I decided to check the mini library. It was filled with books on art, history, and science. Among them, I found a book titled 'The Art of Sensual Massage' by Suzanne Taylor. I flipped through it. The cover page read:
"A complete guide to erotic massage techniques for both beginners and experts alike." I checked the table of contents. There were a number of chapters, each describing a different type of massage technique.

Just then, I heard Oscar exit the bathroom. I turned around, "You seem to have some interesting books here," I said as I pointed held the book up in my hand.

"Oh it's nothing, just something I picked up while in college." he replied. "Do you like massages? I'm pretty good at it." he added.

"Who doesn't?" I joked. "I'd love to learn how to give one." I added.

"I'll teach you." he said. "You can practice on me." he added.

I laughed. "Sure, I'll keep that in mind." I said. "Do you mind if I use your shower? The sun lotion is getting sticky."

"Not at all. Go ahead, it's over there." he replied. "There are some towels in the cabinet." he added.

"Thanks." I said as I walked towards the bathroom. As I walked I could feel Oscar's gaze on my butt.

I entered the bathroom, it was spacious and clean with a large walk-in shower. I stepped into it and adjusted the temperature and then washed my body. I reached for the soap and lathered it between my palms. I gently massaged the soap on my breasts and stomach. I spread the foam on my arms and legs. I let the water rinse the soap off and then turned the tap to cold. I stepped out of the shower and dried myself. I opened the cabinet and grabbed a towel, I wrapped it around my head and then walked back into the living room.

Oscar was sitting on the sofa with his legs spread wide apart. He had poured a drink for me and was watching television.

"Do all nudist guys shave down there?" I asked pointing to his groin as I sat next to him.

"Not everyone does." he replied. "Some prefer to keep their pubes intact." he added.

"Why do you shave?" I asked.

"It feels better." he replied. "Also, it makes things easier." he added.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, when you're naked, you don't have anything covering your crotch, so you need to keep it clean." he explained. "Shaving helps you do that." he added.

The logic at least made sense to me. "I guess so." I said as I sipped on my drink. It was something strong, I could feel it burning in my throat.

"Gosh, what is it?" I asked.

"Zafiro Añejo." he said. "It's an expensive brand. You don't see many people drinking it around here." he added.

"It's delicious." I said as I took another swig.