The evening of Pat's first visit to La Chateau, I asked her how her massage had gone. That same dreamy expression that I'd seen from the other side of the one-way mirror that afternoon drifted acrss her face. "It was very nice" was all that I could get out of her. But later, much to my surprise, Pat appeared in the living room in a lavender silk teddy with ecru lace that I'd given her years before and only seen on her one other time. I was astounded she still had it and impressed at how stunning she looked in it after all this time. And instead of stooping over trying to cover herself up some, she stood proudly, her erect nipples clearly discernable through the thin fabric. She took my hand, led me upstairs and we fucked like we hadn't in a very long time.
The next appointment was a week and a half later. This time when Pat arrived, Mona greeted her wearing a short cranberry silk robe and high heels. The previous week she had dialed back the makeup slightly, but not today. Her hands immediately went to Pat's shoulders which she grasped gently and gave a little kiss to the cheek before taking Pat by the hand and leading her back to the massage room. Just as before, there was a bottle of prosecco open, only this week there were two glasses. She left Pat to herself to undress.
Off came the shoes, jeans, blouse, and bra and they were hung on the pegs on the wall. Leaving her panties on for the moment, she poured a glass of bubbly and sipped. The sheer pale celadon of her panties had lacy overembroidery on the front which mostly hid her bush, but the back was completely sheer and clearly divulged the crack of her ass. They were clearly the sexiest underwear she owned and I always enjoyed seeing her in them on the rare occasions I did.
Mona had joined me on the black room side of the one way mirror and was standing behind me with her arms around my waist, hands running up and down the front of my pants as I watched Pat. I was getting aroused, but before there was an opportunity to do anything about it, she said "I'm getting thirsty" and slipped away appearing momentarily on the other side of the mirror, closing the door to the massage room behind her.
Pat glanced in her direction as she arrived, sipping some more prosecco. Mona undid the sash of her robe, let it swing open, then slipped it off before hanging it on one of the empty pegs. She crossed the room right in front of the mirror, allowing me a great view of her near nakedness. No conservative cotton panties today. This time she was more typically Mona (at least as I knew her), her nether region concealed only by a tiny little g-string of the same burgundy satin of the robe, embellished with black embroidery and a wisp of champagne lace. Black four inch heels were all else she had on, her luscious little b-cup tits proudly on display and jiggling ever so slightly as she strutted across the space. A glittery bauble that matched her earings dangled from her navel piercing.
She reached for the other glass and poured herself some from the bottle. The two nearly naked women clinked glasses and smiled mischaevously at each other for a moment, then Mona positioned herself just behind and to the right side of Pat. She placed her left hand on Pat's left shoulder and sipped with her right. In this position her left breast grazed against Pat's back and she pressed it slightly against her as she continued to sip.
Pat's glassful disappeared quickly. Mona ran her left hand down Pat's back and brought it to rest on her ass clad in the sheer panties and gently kissed her right shoulder, all the while keeping her breast pressed against Pat's back. She whispered "lets get you on table and start your massage". They both set down the glasses and Pat slipped out of her panties, handing them to Mona who pranced back across the room again to hang them on one of the remaining empty pegs.
Before she climbed onto the massage table, I got a good full frontal glimpse of Pat. I was surprised and pleased to see that she had trimmed her pussy patch considerably. She still had what anyone would consider a full bush, but it was shorter and she had shaved some to each side. I loved seeing that - I had tried in the past to convince her to shave it all, but to no avail. This was a move in the right direction as far as I was concerned. Her pale brown pubic hair was wonderfully soft and feminine, but I've always been a sucker for shaved snatch, ever since the first time I ever enjoyed one back in college days.
Mona on the other hand was totally smooth. At one point she had grown a skinny little landing strip of dark pubes that was maybe all of a quarter inch in width, but these days it was completely bald. I got a refresher in just how lovely it was just then: As Pat positioned herself face down on the table, Mona slipped the g-string down her legs and off, using another of the wall pegs to hang it on. She went to the head of the table and began to work on Pat's shoulders, but not before giving her own nipples a firm tweak, smiling in my direction as she did, knowing full well that by then, my cock was out of my pants and I was stroking it.
From there the massage went along pretty much as the first session had until Mona had worked all the way down to Pat's feet. At that point she reached down and unfastened the clasps on her shoes, slipped them off and then slipped herself up onto the table and straddled Pat's hips.
