I didn't know if I should be upset or thankful. My teenage son had wanted only one thing for Christmas, a trip to Bolder, Colorado with his two best friends to go snowboarding. Because they were not 18, they needed a parent to go with them. As my husband was the junior member of his partnership, he needed to work. I on the other hand was middle management and could get the week before Christmas. So, I was elected to drive the 6 hours. Of course the boys wanted to take their own car, leaving me to drive the 300 miles in the truck with the week's worth of supplies for the cabin.
On the upside, I would be spending the next four days in a cabin by myself while the boys snowboarded. On the downside, I would be spending the next four days by myself in a cabin while the boys snowboarded. There would be no cell phone service, no internet, no cable TV. Our son, Jason, had found a cabin which rented at a fraction of the cost of the resort hotel at the slopes. But it was bare bones, very bare.
My husband had suggested that I could spend the day in the resort lounge, and even kidded me about getting picked up by some rich guy with a broken arm. Fat chance! At just over forty, and mother of 3 children, I was not feeling real sexy. My breasts had grown with each pregnancy from a modest "C" to rather pendulous "EE." I had long ago turned the corner into a "full figured" girl, not quite a "BBW" but did not consider myself to be a "MIFL" either.
The first day, I spent catching up on reading for work and doing a couple of projects I had wanted to finish. But the time seemed to drag slower than slow. I was starting to think that "relaxation" was overrated. It was not taking me any time at all to start to understand the whole concept of "cabin fever." The boys returned and I had hot chocolate and light snacks ready. I listened to them try and outdo each other with story after story until they decided that only going to bed would get them to the slopes sooner.
I retired to bed. I had toyed with the idea of bringing my favorite dildo to the cabin with me, but at the last minute decided that it would be very embarrassing if anything went wrong and one of the boys found my toy. My husband expected some type of sex nearly every night, if not fucking; he would masturbate or play with my tits or pussy. Sex had become part of my bedtime routine, with him gone and perhaps the most boring day of my married life behind me, I felt anything but sex starved. I wondered what my husband would be doing and with thoughts of his jacking off to some fuck story or internet hottie, I drifted off to sleep, sans sex.
The next two days went pretty much like the first day. Thursday morning broke with sounds and smells of the boys frying bacon and making coffee. They were anxious to hit the slopes. I was anxious about staying in the cabin. So I decided that I could at least check out the resort. I offered them a ride to the slopes, which they politely accepted. It was not "cool" to have "mom" drop them off, and I guess I knew and accepted that, but I did want to get out of the cabin.
I dropped them off before finding a parking spot near the resort. I had coffee at the café and then found a comfortable chair in which to sit and read. Time passes nearly as slowly in the lounge as it did in the cabin and no sight of any unattached man, maimed or otherwise. People come to ski resorts to ski. And they generally do not come alone. I started to get upset with my husband for letting our son talk us into this "gift."
It was nearly noon, and I treated myself to a meal in the pricy hotel restaurant. It was not in the budget, but with every passing moment I was less and less concerned with the budget and more and more concerned with not dieing from terminal boredom. I left the restaurant and headed out of the hotel with visions of shopping malls dancing in my head. It was then that the small sign advertising the "mid-week" massage special. "Half price" seemed like a good enough deal. I had been working hard. I had driven all the way up to the mountain. I had had a couple of really boring days and I certainly could use a good massage.
I walked up to the counter. "How much for a massage?" I asked.
"We have several options, it is hard to make a quote, it all depends on what you want. Here is a price list." Replied the desk clerk with an overtone of "if you have to ask, you can not afford it" in her voice.
I scanned the price list "total body massage, with scented oils." That sounded good, it sounded very good. I had always wondered about the whole "total body" thing. I had enjoyed "therapeutic" massages before but they had always fallen short of a "total body" massage, and I was more than curious.
"I would like to schedule a massage." I summed up my courage.
"Would you like it today?" Said the rather curt young lady while glancing at her watch.
"Well, I was hoping." I replied.
"It is nearly 1:00 PM now." She said. "And the spa closes at 2:30 PM today."
"I understand if there is not an opening." I started to turn and leave.
"I didn't say we didn't have an opening. We have a half hour from 2:00 to 2:30." She suggested.
I had wanted an hour massage, but at this point a half would do as well. So I accepted the appointment and decided to watch the skiers for the next hour. The anticipation mounted as my mind raced. I wondered, would it be a male or a female who would apply the scented oil to my "total body." In the past 20 years no other man had touched my shoulders or my back, let alone my "total body." In less than two hours I would know exactly what "total" in the "total body" meant. Little did I know that in two hours I would be more confused than ever.
A few minutes before 2:00 PM the spa paged me and soon I was being shown to a small changing room and given a fluffy gown. The young woman told me to disrobe and that "Sandy" would be right with me. "Sandy," still no clue as to the gender. I was looking for some relaxation, and for some reason I was getting tenser with each passing moment. "Ok, these are professionals, it should not matter, it is like going to the doctor." I kept telling myself, trying to convince myself that it would be ok, whatever "total" meant and whoever was applying the oil.
I was escorted to the candle-lit room with little more than a massage table and smaller table with a CD player. The walls had mirrors on them, as did the ceiling. "Take off the robe and lie down on the table on your stomach; you can place this towel over your bottom." The young blond explained. "Sandy will be right in."
"Thank you." I said.
She left the room and pulled the door behind her. I dropped the robe trying to avoid the mirrors as I lifted myself atop the table. With some degree of effort I adjusted the towel over my "bottom." There was a soft knock on the door. "Come in." I said softly, half afraid of who might be coming in and how they might react to my less then trim body. The door opened and I looked up to the mirror to see the light from the hallway expose the figure in the doorway. Sandy was a woman somewhat younger than I.
"Hi, I'm Sandy." She smile and looked down at me. "and you are..."
"Relieved you are not a man" I interruppted, regretting the words almost as soon as they were uttered. "I'm sorry, I'm Rebecca." I said with an anxious tone in my voice.
"Don't worry sweetie, I get that a lot." Sandy said with a softness, that in and of itself relaxed me. "I am afraid that there has been a mistake however. The total body massage takes an hour, and there is only a half hour left."
