A massage

We woke up the next morning. It was a beautiful day and apparently Helen had arranged a programme of events for the day. After breakfast, we made us of the tennis courts and had a game. We both used to play when younger and although it was a good game, I always had the upper hand due to my strength and speed compared to Helen. Apparently, we had a massage scheduled for after tennis, which Helen had booked. All the facilities were part of the same complex, so after a shower we put our clothes in our lockers and padded across the corridor in bathrobes with nothing underneath to the private massage rooms.

When we arrived at the reception desk we were directed to a room with two massage beds, and some tranquil music playing. We were directed to lie down and to place a towel over our buttocks for modesty. Our masseuses would be in in one moment. We settled down and started to relax.