"Hey Ariel, would you like a massage?"

“Hey Ariel, you’ve worked hard, why don’t you go hit the showers and I’ll give you a massage,” you offer.

Each of the locker rooms had a massage table in it. The gym had a male and a female masseuse that you could pay a few bucks for a proper massage, but it also left the table there in case people wanted to use it. You both walked in to the locker room where there were a handful of middle aged women changing. You both went to you lockers. Ariel took off her clothes, wrapped herself in a towel and headed for the showers. You were tempted to follow, but you were afraid that if you did you’d never make it to the massage table.

Eventually, Ariel walked in straight from the shower with a fairly wet towel wrapped around her and her short wet hair slicked back. You plopped down from the table, walked right up from her and pull at one of the ends of her towel, which promptly fell away. Somehow you’d never actually seen Ariel naked, presumably because in the past you’d strenuously avoided situations like this. Once her towel was on the floor you grabbed your own bra and pulled it up over your head and then flipped your shorts down around your ankles.

Ariel really did look incredible naked. Her round breasts almost seemed to defy gravity, while the rest of her body, which could sometimes seem to hard when she was in loose pants and a t-shirt, looked appealingly feminine naked. Her pussy was hairless for completely practical reason relating to the amount of time she spent in a swimsuit. Meanwhile, the look of misty-eyed awe in her face told you everything you needed to know about what she thought of seeing you naked.