The SPA
After college I went to work for an add agency in our town. The Director and Founder, also CEO and everything else was a woman I'll call Linda. She was 44 and I was 22, I remember because she brought up that I was half her age. Linda was never married, she said her business was her life. If you don't focus on your business you will be poor, and being poor is the worst way to live. Better rich than changing diapers and washing dishes, was what she said.
I had been there a few months when she said that what I needed was a day at the spa. I had never been to spa, I had never had a massage, the most I had ever done was go get my nails done. She insisted, she was going to (big city near by) for a day spa and I should come. It was $800 a day. I told her I couldn't afford that, it was my rent. Honey, first you pay yourself, then you pay the rent.
This SPA, notice I put it in all caps, was a secret place, for members only. You walk in, there is a dressing room, you get naked and go into this open bathroom with toilets without stalls. Empty your bladder and your colon. You have to poop in front of the other women there. If you are on your period, never mind, you just 'free bleed'. This is about accepting your body, all women, some tall, some not. Big tits, and small tits, and wide asses and small little asses, some twenty and some fifty five. It was about 15 women in our group. All naked.
We had a yoga session, with some meditation time. Sitting Indian style, with our legs open and crossed, so as to get comfortable with our womanhood being open to the world. After yoga and meditation we went to these showers, again everything is group, everyone showering together, washing you butt, between your legs, your boobs in front of other women doing the same. Believer me, it wasn't erotic at all. A bunch of naked women who would never be in the centerfold.
We had massage time after the showers, with these 'Swedish' women, mine was named Katia and she was Ukrainian. I would say she was about thirty-five. To me she was a big woman, but then again I'm small. She told me to close my eyes and she pushed on my thighs and boobs, and my feet and hands. She massaged my neck, my back, and with two thumbs she worked my anus sphincter. Before she worked my pussy, massaging my clitoris, again with two thumbs, until it was nice and hard and stood out for her, where with dexterous fingers and oils she triggered an orgasm. Around me, other women were also having a 'good' time.
We had lunch, or what they called lunch, a bit of soup and a small salad and then to the pampering part. Your nails done, your hair done, your face done, and a woman works your pubic area, until you are so smooth you think you're ten again. You show off your new pussy to the other 'girls', giggling at what you never see when you are all bushed up. And the woman Katia comes over to check, to make sure it is done all right. How may pussies do you touch, I asked her. She nodded and said she was there professionally. Do you ever stick your finger where it doesn't belong, I asked her. That's for the man of the house, she said.
I went home with a new pussy, my butt still sore from the thumb massage. I tried on some of my old panties and I went down to the lingerie shop to buy some new. To take advantage of my new pussy. When we left the spa we got this ointment, special for your clit, to help you get yourself off. It works, I tried it, it works. But still, with all that, what you want when you get home, is the 'man of the house'. I never wanted to be fucked so bad.
