Of course!

Amala doesn't stop until she gets to the open clearing with the waterfall backdrop and your eyes are pretty much glued to her backside all the way up the trail. It is only when you break out of the jungle that you take in the sights. The view could be a scene from a National Geographic documentary and for a moment you forget your plan to make a move on the captain's widow. It's hard to say what's most impressive; the deep pool of clear water, the waving sea of grass, the magnificent tree whose branches hang over the pool like a canape or the steady stream of water that sprays down from above feeding the pool below.

"Wow." The hushed word escapes in a whisper, but even over the sounds of calling birds and the splash of the falls Amala hears you and turns to take you hand in hers. "It's beautiful, John, isn't it?"

"Everything here is beautiful Ma'am." You stammer out wishing you had the nerve to add the "especially you." to the end of the sentence. She settles back on the smooth slab and stretches her sandaled feet out above the clear water from the pool.

"It will feel good to soak my feet in the cool water, I think I'm getting blisters from all this walking." Her feet are beautiful, delicate and smooth. Without a word you kneel by her side and slowly pull off her footwear setting the sturdy sandals to the side as you start to gently rub her soles. It is a bit presumptive, but you make a show of examining the red spots where the straps were chaffing her, and she lets you continue rubbing them long after the initial examination is over.

"They look fine, Ma'am." You declare as you scoop a handful of water over her feet and start washing the bits of grime that had settled between her toes. Your girlfriend didn't like you to mess with her feet, she always thought it was strange, but her feet weren't close to perfect like Amala's.

"That's nice, John." She sighs as your massage deepens and you work the balls of your thumb into the arch, "I think I'll have you wash my feet like this every night."

"Yes, Ma'am." You grin in anticipation, "it would be my pleasure." To your surprise, you feel a frisson of excitement. If this is what it takes to get your hands on this amazing woman, you are more than happy to rub her feet. Emboldened by the way she leans back and lifts her feet to your lap; your massage moves higher on her legs, and you are caressing her shapely calves. It is only when your hands climb past Amala's knees that her eyes open.

"What do you think you are doing young man?" Her tone is firm, not necessarily angry, but her dark eyes lock with yours and you know that this is a pivotal moment in your relationship. You thought you had played this right, but now you're no longer sure. God, you'd love to know what she is thinking...