What is Jan's mum up to, actually?

Three weeks earlier...

Anna entered the luxurious spa with an expectant smile on her lips. She was wearing a loose-fitting summer dress that barely concealed her voluptuous curves – the fabric stretched slightly over her large, full breasts and hugged her curvaceous bottom. At 48, she still felt desirable, even though her daily life as a single mother had rarely put her in such situations lately. The voucher from that lovely young woman, Leonie, had come as a godsend: a completely free luxury day with a private massage and a whirlpool.

Leonie – who was actually Lisa, perfectly disguised with an elegant wig, subtle make-up and a professional yet seductive spa uniform – greeted her personally at reception. “Mrs Berger, how lovely to see you here! I’m Leonie, and this is my colleague Mia. We’ll be looking after you exclusively today.”

Both women led Anna into a warm, softly lit massage room, where the scent of essential oils hung in the air. Anna undressed behind a screen, slipped into a soft towel and lay face down on the heated massage table.

The massage began gently. Leonie’s strong, warm hands glided over Anna’s shoulders, kneading the tension out of her neck and slowly working their way deeper. Mia took over her legs, her fingers pressing firmly into the backs of Anna’s thighs, working their way up to the plump, soft flesh of her bottom. Anna sighed contentedly. It had been years since anyone had touched her like this – professionally, but with a hint of something... more intimate.

“You’re really tense here,” murmured Leonie in her soft, seductive voice, pressing deeper into Anna’s back. Her hands brushed, as if by accident, over the sides of her breasts, which lay heavily on the massage table. Mia grinned quietly and let her thumbs circle, getting closer and closer to the inside of Anna’s thighs. The towel slipped a little higher, revealing more of the thick, dark bush growing between her legs. Anna felt a slight tingling she hadn’t expected – but it felt good. Too good.

After a good hour, during which Anna’s body had melted like butter, the two helped her up and led her into the relaxation room. A private, dimly lit area with comfortable loungers, soft music and a small whirlpool in the corner. “Just relax,” whispered Leonie. “We’re right next door if you need anything. Enjoy the silence.”

Anna sank onto one of the soft loungers, the towel loosely draped around her voluptuous body. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and tried to relax. But then she heard it. At first, just a soft, throaty moan. Then it grew louder, uninhibited, animalistic. A woman – young, horny, completely uninhibited – was giving herself over to an intense orgasm. “Oh fuck… yes… deeper… I’m coming…!” The wet smacking of fingers thrusting into a wet slit, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, the trembling, shrill scream as the climax washed over her. It sounded as though the woman was being properly fucked right then and there – tongue, fingers, perhaps even a thick cock or a toy filling her mercilessly.

Anna felt her body react immediately. A hot tingling shot between her legs. Her thick, dark bush suddenly grew wet, her labia swelled and opened of their own accord. She bit her full lower lip; her heavy tits rose and fell faster beneath the towel. “That… that can’t be true…,” she whispered, but her voice was already hoarse with arousal.

Her right hand wandered beneath the towel as if of its own accord. She cupped one of her large, plump breasts, kneading the soft, heavy flesh and twisting the hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger. A soft moan escaped her. Her other hand slid deeper, pushing through the thick, curly bush, parting the wet labia and finding her swollen clitoris. She was already soaking wet. Two fingers plunged into her hot, ripe cunt – slowly at first, then faster, perfectly in time with the sounds of orgasm next door.

“Mmm… yes… so hot…,” Anna breathed softly, her eyes half-closed. She was really fucking herself now, three fingers deep in her dripping cunt, her thumb circling hard on her clit. Her hips thrust upwards, her plump arse wiggling on the lounger. Her tits bounced with every movement; the towel had long since slipped to one side, exposing her entire, mature body. Her juices ran down her thighs; the smacking sound of her own fingers mingled with the moans from next door.

She came quickly and intensely – a stifled, throaty whimper as her cunt clenched around her fingers and a small gush of warm wetness flowed over her hand. Her whole body trembled, her big tits quivered, her thick bush glistened with moisture.

Then, suddenly, reality hit her like a blow.

Anna’s eyes flew open, her heart pounding in her throat. Shame and outrage exploded within her. “What the hell am I doing here?!” she hissed quietly, pulling her fingers out of her dripping cunt and hastily wiping them on the towel. Her cheeks were glowing bright red – not just with lust, but with anger at herself and at this “respectable” spa.

She jumped up, frantically wrapped the towel around her body again (it was now particularly tight over her still-hard nipples) and stomped barefoot, her legs still slightly wobbly, towards the door. She found Leonie in the corridor, who was just sorting out fresh towels.

“Excuse me!” Anna blurted out, her voice a sharp mix of shame, lingering arousal and genuine outrage. “What on earth is that over there?! I thought this was a reputable spa! I can hear… well… a woman who’s being properly fucked right now and having a mega-intense orgasm! That’s not normal!”

Leonie turned round, her expression immediately contrite and professionally concerned. She placed a warm hand on Anna’s bare arm. “Oh no… Mrs Berger, I’m terribly sorry! That’s completely unprofessional. One of our… er… private sessions must not have been properly soundproofed. It won’t happen again, I promise. I’m truly ashamed.”

Anna crossed her arms tightly beneath her heavy breasts, which only made them look even fuller and more inviting. Her voice was still trembling slightly. “I certainly hope so. I came here to relax – not to… to hear something like that… and… well…”

Leonie nodded contritely, then her face brightened. “As a gesture of goodwill – and because you’re so understanding – I’ll give you another voucher. Completely free of charge. Same time tomorrow? This time I guarantee absolute peace and quiet, and even more extras. Jacuzzi, facial, whatever you want. Please say yes, I really want to make it up to you.”

Anna hesitated for a tiny moment. Her body was still flushed, her pussy throbbing tellingly beneath the towel, the thick bush still wet with her own juices. But her indignation got the better of her. Still… yesterday’s massage had been heavenly. And another day for free? She nodded slowly, a small, uncertain smile flitting across her sensual lips.

“All right then. Tomorrow it is. But please, no… surprises like that.”

Leonie smiled back, her eyes sparkling just a little too triumphantly for a split second. “Promise. See you tomorrow, Mrs Berger. I’m looking forward to it.”

As Anna got changed and left the spa, she could still feel that tell-tale tugging between her legs – and the damp trail her own juices had left on her thighs.