Lucy was nervous, she was on her way to her first Japanese Massage, which she had been talked into by her friend Caroline. She was sitting in the back of the car with Caroline, her husband Stuart was driving, Caroline had said that neither of them would want to drive when it was over, and Stuart had a free afternoon and had volunteered. There were several things making her nervous, first and foremost, was that Caroline had said you should be naked for this, but had eventually said that underwear was fine. Lucy was not happy with underwear, she had been described as a prude before in her life, and she didn't care, I lady maintained decorum. She was a lady, but she had agreed, Caroline had said all the Japanese men that did the massage were about 60, and very doctor like, so she had agreed.
She knew Caroline would be naked, Caroline was not a lady at all, several months before she had caught Caroline, at the hotel attached to her spa, she was being manhandled by a waiter in a most inappropriate way, and the man she was with was not her husband. A few days later Caroline had admitted to her that all manner of sordid things had happened that weekend, and that the man had been an author writing her fantasies. Lucy had read a couple of them, they most definitely were not the sort of thing a lady should read, much less be involved in.
Anyway, the second thing that was making her nervous was how enthusiastic Stuart had been, she knew that he liked Caroline, he had made some very choice comments about her breasts before, and Lucy suspected, his desire to help was motivated by the chance to get to see those very breasts. Then to add to that, when they had arrived to pick up Caroline, he had gone in to collect her, and they had come out very pally, and there was definitely something that they were not telling her.
They parked up at the spa, the car park was about a two minute walk from the place, there was a chilly wind blowing, Lucy wondered how Caroline was coping, she had on a sluts short red skirt, which barely came half way down her thigh, and the jacket she had on over her thin white blouse did not come down enough to cover anything. Lucy, had been sensible, she had on some nice thick black leggings, and a warm fluffy green top with a proper coat that came down to her knees, and even so she still felt the wind!
They walked together, Caroline explaining that this was not like a Swedish massage, but that they would locate pressure points and then, well apply a lot of pressure, she said it could be really painful when they do it, but you felt so much better the following day, she said it did wonders for her lower back pain. Lucy had a stiff shoulder and was hoping this would help. Stuart was walking a little behind them after locking the car, Lucy suspected that he was looking at Caroline's arse. Stuart was in fact looking at his wife's arse, it was firm and inviting in those leggings with just enough bounce to imply that it would be fun to play with.
They walked into the spa, and Caroline checked them in, the assistant asked if Stuart was observing, which he said he was, far too eager Lucy thought as they were shown into a large room. There were two beds in the middle of the room, there is a place hidden by a foldable privacy guard for changing, and there is a door to another room. That room has a very large glass window into this room, but it is currently blocked by a blind. Stuart made straight for that room, like he knows where he is going and moments later the blind is opened and folded away, revealing a much smaller room with some raised chairs that are clearly for observation. Stuart takes a seat in an upper chair with a large grin on his face.
Lucy closes the door to the outside world and follows Caroline to the changing area, there are two Japanese trays there, for clothes and other things like phones, and a coat stand, which almost looks odd when everything else has an oriental look to it. Lucy carefully hangs her coat, and takes off her shoes, she places them on the tray, she starts to take off her top feeling a little self-consensus, but she removes it and places it on the tray too. She feels exposed standing there in just her Marks and Spencer's bra, it is a big bra that covers her well, plain white, and very supportive, which she needs, however it is still more revealing than she would like. Lucy feels her stomach churn, she needs to take her leggings off, and then she really would be exposed. It was not that she didn't like being naked, more that she knew strange men would be coming in soon and looking, and worse touching her naked, well apart from underwear, body.
As she started to push her leggings down she looked at Caroline, Caroline had removed her skirt and top, and had on very sexy, skimpy in fact, underwear, Lucy thought that she had worn less sexy underwear for date night with Stuart when she intended to be intimate after! It was black and lacy, tight and left little to the imagination. However, Caroline obviously thought that too much imagination was needed, and as Lucy's leggings hit the floor, Caroline removed her bra, also placing it in the tray. Then she strolled out towards the beds, Lucy shook her head, Stuart would be standing to attention already, he had got his wish without trying! Lucy picked up her leggings folded them and placed them on the tray, she was not removing her bra. Her white panties matched her bra, plain white M&S, not granny pants, but modest was how she would describe them.
Before she walked out she looked at herself in the mirror, despite not feeling comfortable, she really was not bad for 42 years old, her legs were lightly tanned and shapely, the curves flowed into each other perfectly, and there were plenty of 30 year olds that would like her legs. She knew the top of her legs was smooth, bald and as tidy as a lady garden got, small lips with no flappy skin. Her body was compact and maybe an extra pound, but she was not fat in any way, smooth beautiful skin all the way to her breast, here she could not match Caroline, her breasts were smaller, not much, but noticeable. Contained in her bra they looked very pert and compact, released they remained pert and held a lovely shape, Caroline's, as she had just seen again, had a bell shape, to big and heavy to remain pert on her chest, her arms tanned again, and shapely, you could tell she had muscles under the skin not fat. Lastly her face, she had always known she was pretty, a round welcoming face, with a smile that disarmed anybody. Cute little nose and blue friendly eyes, topped with golden hair. Not that she thought of these things of course, but she could still get any man she wanted.
Still not feeling it at all, she walked out to the beds, trying to match Caroline's confidence, but failing. She walked to the bed and climbed on, then laid down, facedown.
Once she was comfortable, she looked around, Caroline was lying face up! Slut! Then when she looked at Stuart, his eyes were fixed on Caroline, he probably had not even noticed her on the other table. She was sure he would be hard, but could not tell from her position. She looked the other way and tried to relax.
She looked up when the door opened and two very old Japanese men walked in, they were followed by a boy, 18 or so she would guess, who closed the door behind them. All three came and stood between the two beds, and the older masseur addressed Caroline with a slight bow, then said, 'Mrs Price, for you we have the usual lower back treatment. Will you be wanting all the extras today?'
'I will,' Caroline replied.
He turned to Lucy, 'Mrs Hanson, I understand you want treatment for a shoulder injury?'
'Yes,' she replied.
'And will you be wanting the extras?'
Lucy had no idea what the 'extras' were, but before she could answer Caroline said, 'she will, she needs to loosen up.'
