Katherine was so excited to be getting married in two short weeks. Her friends had organized a bachelorette party for her, to celebrate the upcoming big day.
The details of the party were a surprise, all Katherine knew was when to meet her friends for a ride. After they met up, they drove to a local spa, with massages and hot tubs.
Katherine enjoyed the massage thoroughly. The male massage therapist had strong hands and, although he didn't touch her sexually, the constant contact and caresses had aroused her. When he slid his hands across her shoulders and up into her hair, she pictured the last time her fiance had taken her from behind, pulling her hair as he slammed into her. She was embarrassed as she felt her nipples start to tingle against the towel she was laying on, and wondered if the masseuse could sense her body heat rising. She hoped it happened commonly enough that he wasn't going to tell all his coworkers about the bride getting all worked up on his table.
After her massage was over, she was instructed to put a robe on and head for the hot tub section of the spa. She was told she had to shower before getting into the hot tub to rinse the massage oil off. She entered a small, dark room, with a 5 foot wide wooden hot tub on her left, and a stall shower in front of her. She noticed the curtain was translucent, and could make out the shape and color of the tiles behind it. The woman from the spa who had escorted her to the room told her that one of her friends would be joining her shortly.
Katherine slid the robe off, hanging it on the hook on the back of the door. She was nude underneath, her nipples getting harder once exposed to the air. She stepped into the shower, turned the water on, and kept her hand under the stream until the water was warm enough to rinse with. She used some of the shower gel on her body, enjoying the slide of her hands over her sensitive skin. She heard the door open, and heard her friend Lauren's voice asking if it was ok to come in. She replied that it was fine, wondering how much Lauren would be able to see once she got into the room.
Lauren entered, surprised to realize that Katherine was nude in the shower. Her masseuse had told her to get her bathing suit on before she left the massage room, so that she would be ready for the hot tub. She closed her eyes to give her friend some privacy, but found herself peeking through her lashes, her eyes drawn to Katherine's large breasts, swaying as she washed herself. She watched her friend's hands caress her body, wondering if she had slowed while cleaning between her legs, or if she was imagining things.
Katherine was watching Lauren through her peripheral vision, surprised to see that she was being watched in return. Lauren had never indicated an attraction before, and Katherine had always wanted to experience another woman's touch. Even through college, she had never acted or experimented, as so many others do. Katherine called over the sound of the water that she was just about done, which caused Lauren to hurry into the hot tub, instantly relaxing as the heat loosened her muscles.
Katherine got out of the shower and towel dried, stepping into her bathing suit for the soak. She climbed the wood stairs and stepped slowly into the steaming water. She purposely stretched as she sat, making sure her breasts bounced in the bubbles as her ass hit the slippery seat. She acted like she lost her balance so that her foot would touch Lauren's leg, watching to see the reaction. Lauren caught her foot, lightly stroking her ankle before letting it go. The friends sat across from each other, each pretending not to be checking the other out, each noticing the other's flushed appearance as arousal took over.
They started to talk to each other, catching up on wedding plans, work situations, and other friends that weren't there to celebrate with the rest. They fell into an old routine of chatting, laughing, and comfortable silence. Katherine found her hand trailing up her own thigh, lightly caressing the soft skin, as they giggled about an old college story. She slid her fingers along the elastic of her bathing suit bottom, letting a fingernail tease her pussy lips. She hoped Lauren wouldn't see the motion of her arm and realize she was starting to touch herself, but she was too turned on to stop. She eased her fingers under the elastic, noticing how easily the slid across her wetness.