the next day at the spa

The next day, Anna arrived at the spa right on time. This time she was feeling a little excited – she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the previous day’s massage all night. Leonie greeted her with a beaming, professional smile and led her straight in.

“Today we’re going to make it extra special for you, Mrs Berger. No interruptions, I promise. Facial mask, sauna, full-body massage – all included.”

It really was heavenly. The warm, fragrant facial mask relaxed her features, the sauna made her skin glow and sent blood rushing to her large, heavy breasts and plump arse. Afterwards, Leonie and Mia massaged her again – this time even more intensely, for even longer. Strong, oily hands kneaded her back, her thighs, her bottom. Anna’s body became soft and supple. She moaned softly with pleasure as Mia worked on her inner thighs and Leonie on her shoulders and neck. Not a single inappropriate word, not a suspicious sound. Just pure relaxation.

Afterwards, she was taken back to the relaxation room. Anna lay on the lounger covered only by a thin towel, her eyes closed, the lights dimmed. She felt heavy, content… until she heard it again.

Quieter this time. Much quieter. But unmistakable. A deep, throaty moan from a woman. “Mmm… yes… right there…”, the voice whispered through the wall. Anna opened her eyes. Her pulse quickened immediately. This time she wasn’t outraged – she was curious. Horny. She wanted to know what was really going on in there.

She got up quietly, left the towel on the lounger and tiptoed barefoot across the room, wearing only her knickers (which were damp again). She carefully opened the first door, then the second. Behind them lay a narrow, dark passageway, almost completely unlit. Anna stood in the shadows, her heart pounding in her throat.

Through a crack in a half-open door, she saw it.

A woman about her age – perhaps 47 or 48 – lay completely naked on a wide lounger. She had a figure as voluptuous as Anna’s: large, heavy breasts that bounced with every movement, a soft belly and wide hips. Between her spread thighs knelt an extremely muscular young man – perhaps in his mid-20s, broad-shouldered, well-defined, with a huge, hard cock standing straight up. He had three fingers buried deep in the woman’s cunt and was fucking her with them slowly but mercilessly. The woman writhed, moaning softly and lustfully, her own hands kneading her tits. The man grinned, leaned forward and licked her clit.

Anna stood frozen to the spot. Her hand slid into her knickers as if of its own accord, parting the thick, dark bush and finding her already dripping wet slit. Two fingers immediately slid into her hot cunt. She bit her lip to stop herself from moaning and began to secretly finger herself – quickly, frantically, in the same rhythm as the man was fucking the other woman. Her heavy tits rose and fell, her nipples hard as stone. She watched as the woman came – trembling, with a stifled scream, while her juices ran over the man’s fingers.

Anna came almost at the same time. A soft, stifled whimper escaped her, her cunt clenching spasmodically around her fingers. She hastily pulled her hand out of her knickers, turned round and scurried back to the relaxation room as quietly as possible. There she threw herself back onto the lounger, pulled the towel over herself and tried to breathe evenly. Her whole body was burning, her cheeks were red, her knickers clung wetly to her hairy cunt. The scent of her own arousal hung distinctly in the air.

Less than two minutes later, Leonie came in, a fresh towel over her arm. She stopped, sniffed discreetly… and a small, knowing smile flitted across her face. The scent was unmistakable – heavy, ripe female lust, mixed with fresh pussy juice.

“Is everything all right, Mrs Berger?” she asked innocently, stepping closer and sitting down on the edge of the lounger. “You look a bit… flushed.”

Anna sat up with a start. The towel slipped down a little, exposing the upper part of her plump breasts. Her voice was soft, but sharp with shame and lingering lust.

“Leonie… I heard it again. And this time… this time I went to have a look.” She swallowed. “I saw a woman my age being fingered by a young, muscular man. Properly fingered. And I… I was watching…”

She broke off, her cheeks glowing red. But she looked Leonie straight in the eye.

“What on earth is this place really? That wasn’t a coincidence. And don’t you dare tell me anything about ‘soundproofing’ again!”

Leonie remained seated, completely calm. Her gaze wandered slowly over Anna’s flushed body, over the nipples that were still hard beneath the towel, over the light sheen of sweat on her skin. Then she smiled – this time, not quite so innocently.

“Mrs Berger… would you like to hear the truth?”