No kissing!

You try to wiggle out of her reach. Not easy in such a small, steamy wet room.

“I’m... sorry, this is really flattering…. It’s not you, you're really beautiful but I’m going though quite a lot right now. Changes and all. I don't think I’m ready…”

Inside you a voice out angrily – TWO voices actually, your old male self is just as mad at you right now as your new female self that you miss an opportunity this big to make out with a willing sexy MILF. This whole situation seem to confuse you more than you can explain if you miss out on this…

She smiles and nods understandingly.

“Of course. Can’t blame me for trying you’re the prettiest client I had in a long while."

You blush.

”Thank you…”

“Let's keep it professional then, OK?”

She smiles, puts you on your belly and starts whipping your back with branches.

You shout in surprise.

“Don't worry, that honestly is professorial. As you don’t want my more intimate way to get your blood pumping, this’ll do fine – it’s a Scandinavian tradition.”

You settle back to the bench and let it happen. It actually doesn't feel bad, quite nice once you got used to it. Your whole body tingles with the increased blood flow, even between your legs.

After a few minutes, the lashing stops.

“Alight, that’ll do, you’re hot enough as it is.”

She giggles, takes your hand and leads you out of the sauna into a small room with a massage bench, where she puts you, belly down and begins working on your back. You feel self conscious, she didn't give you time to shower or even wipe down, but she doesn't seem to mind your sweat. You have the distinct impression she’d enjoy it more actually, if you hadn't rejected her earlier.

Her hands glide over your slick body, expertly relaxing your muscles and releasing aching tensions. You needed that after this weird day. You feel absolutely relaxed when she slaps your ass and laughs.

“Alright, you feel ready. You reels needed that, huh? So many tensions!”

You nod.

“It’s been… a day…”

“I know, sister.”

You doubt that she does.

“There’s a shower over there. I’ll leave you alone for that, I'll be in the cabin right beside you.”

She winks at you and again you get the feeling you're missing out thanks you your little prudish panic attack.

You walk into the shower, and let the water rain sown on you – cold. Very cold, you really need to cool down after all of this. You enjoy your hands wandering over your body, your tits, your pussy – you feel excited but you’re not going to go any further here, with the beautician in the shower right next to you. Even though… You're pretty sure you hear sounds from HER shower cabin indicating she's… less considerate about that.

Moaning.

Yep. She’s definitely having fun.

You don’t turn off the after before you think she's done. Step out of the shower just when she does. She takes a big fluffy bathrobe and helps you put it on - SO soft. Wearing one of those is another thing you never did as man, even tough you always felt they look really comfy. They ARE! As is the towel she helps you wrap around your wet hair. The beautician gets dressed – doesn't take long, given she never wore more than her dress and shoes in the firs place. And takes you back to the front of the salon.