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Naimi's Adventure
Chapter 3
Jamie excused herself and went back to the locker room and apparently exited without a shower at the club. Naimi staggered slowly to her locker and took a long shower to cool off and then dressed casually. The manager had been nice enough to arrange a light lunch with two ladies that had been with the club for a number of years. They were easily 10 years her senior but Naimi was hoping to meet a few good people and based on Jamie, she knew she wasn't ready for lunch with her, it probably would be served on a wild stallion set on fire for her tastes.
The lunch was fine enough. A light salad, very well prepared, the kind you'd expect at a four or even five star restaurant. Naimi was dressed in a pale blouse with short sleeves and a fit skirt cut just above the knee. Her strappy sandals had modest heels, with no platforms. She felt it was about as `wild' as she could be without knowing the people at the club that well.
The conversation was stale though. These women were nice but so boring and dry. If this is what club life could be like, then it wasn't for Naimi. Discussing some local designer and someone's pet project charity was as exciting as watching paint dry. Yes, these were important things to some who played `the game' of being popular in a local city or even regional place. Maybe it's what she had to do to help Rob in his career? Naimi was savvy enough to know that being a good wife was part of her job but at her age, she thirsted for more excitement in the here and now.
That afternoon she pittered around the club and watched a few matches of tennis on the sunscreen covered courts. Naimi could count on a cool drink at her fingertips at the raise of a finger. It felt almost like there were people watching her every move and waiting on her every whim and desire. This was nice but would take some getting used to.
By mid-afternoon she was bored and tired. Even nodding off in one of the loungers on the air-conditioned overlook of the club, her body savored the restful place. When she woke, she tried to compose herself, hoping she hadn't made a scene of napping at the club. It was clearly time to go and she made her way out and headed home.
On her way to the valet, Theresa happened on her and her perfect smile greeted her. "Leaving for the day Miss Naimi?" she questioned with her graceful professionalism.
"Oh yes, today has been wonderful but I should get going home." Naimi said as she stood next to the valet stand and a young man had already exited to get her vehicle.
"I'd be happy to send you some food home if you'd like, there's no need to cook if you'd rather not." Theresa suggested.
"No no, thank you." Naimi said with her shy smile. Being pampered was really odd, this was almost too much.
Stepping outside in the summer heat, she got behind the wheel of her car and headed home. She felt tired in her body and in her mind. The workout alone was enough for that but it seemed like suddenly Naimi was in a different stratosphere. Maybe this is what the upper crust' had to deal with on a daily basis. Some very hard work and tasting some of the finer things as the daily grind' could be easy to get used to.
She drove home to her house and was instantly reminded of how empty it was. Rob would be away for almost 3 weeks, she entered the house and it felt so vacant. Dropping her purse and keys on the kitchen counter, she went to the little computer setup and sent Rob an email to talk about her day and what the club was like.
Dinner was mostly snacks and two glasses of wine. Soothing Pinot and cheese made a lovely combination and the tingles helped her relax as the sun was setting in the summer sky. The hot days always seemed to yield to lovely sunsets of golds and purples. Naimi barely made it to bed that night before sunset. She was wiped out and the bed was a good friend to her.
Naimi may have been asleep before her head fully rested on the pillow
The morning came with the strangest of feelings. Her body woke her. It was achy. It was sore. It wasn't happy.
"Ohhhhhhhhh" Naimi groaned as she felt her arms and legs move like they were filled with hot sand. Everything hurt. Everything burned. From her arms to her abs and her back and butt and legs. She was feeling the results of the previous days workout now in full force.
Her eyes weren't open but she could tell it was already morning as she tried to move.
"The workout" she groaned. Jamie had added a real workout on top of the one she had already gone through. Her young body could handle it but was now in `revenge' mode as all the muscles she worked out were sore and tired from such use.
Moving off her bed, Naimi slowly shuffled her body out of bed and to the kitchen for some orange juice and Ibuprofin. Every move hurt, just taking the medicine and OJ felt like torture. She sat on the stool at the breakfast nook, praying the pills would ease some of the pain.
The words from the previous day from Jamie came to her mind about going to the spa after such a workout. Maybe she had a point, they would know how to help her get rid of the soreness, the strains. Picking up the phone, Naimi called the club and asked for the spa. Her shyness always driving her, she asked if there was anyone on staff that could help soothe some aches from a harsh workout.
The spa manager assured her that they had the proper staff and equipment and that they'd take care of her right away. It was heaven to hear that as Naimi confirmed she'd be in within the hour. Back in her bedroom, Naimi pulled on some comfortable cotton pants and a tanktop and light cotton jacket top. In the summer weather, she could wear this to start the day for sure. Gathering a few other items to wear after the spa, she put together a bag and headed right in.
The valet took her bag at the door and assured her it would be put in her locker and pointed Naimi to the spa straight away.
By this time the medicine was working and she wasn't in obvious pain but she was doing her best acting job to accomplish that.
At the spa doors, Naimi was met by one of the masseurs. "Good morning madam, I understand you are Miss Naimi and that we may have had a nasty workout from yesterday to contend with?" she said with an understanding look of concern.
Naimi nodded silently and quietly said: "What is it that you suggest to help? My whole body aches and the ibuprofen is all I had at home."
"The manager of the spa asked that I show you to the changing room and that you should be given a short sauna, then whirpool with a finish in the physical therapy room Miss."
Naimi thought all of that was fine. She'd never had a massage of any kind and was always self conscious and hoped that after a sauna and whirlpool, she'd feel well enough to move on. Entering the spa area, she could see it was women- only and the decore was a variety of pale whites and tans with an airy and even slightly tropical sense. The mixing of light green from plants and accents on the walls made it feel serene and inviting. Naimi went to a small changing area where plush terrycloth towels and robes were available. The masseuse was with her the entire time as a guide, and knew just the moment to leave her in private so she could undress.
Putting on the white terrycloth robe and nothing more, Naimi walked out and was led to the sauna. There, she was told that a towel was the only required garment and that she didn't really have to wear it if she didn't want to. In fact, most women would only sit on it if they felt comfortable that way. Naimi turned and took off her robe and wrapped herself in a towel like some kind of halter dress.
Entering the sauna she was met with a blast of warm and moist air. It was almost stifling and she really didn't like saunas. Her hair, pulled back in a ponytail would easily go frizzy in this weather but her body hurt enough that it was worth the added suffering. She was alone in the sauna and sat on the wood bench in the middle. The warm air burned her lungs and she slowly breathed in and out to get used to it. After only a few minutes she could feel her body glow with perspiration and yet, at the same time, the heat did feel good on her body. There was a soothing feeling to the room and she could smell eucalyptus which had been infused in the room, it had a calming effect as well.
The direction was to stay in for 10 minutes and the masseuse would come for her at that time. She thought it was nearly that long when the door opened and in came Jamie. Naimi tried her best to sit up as her new friend entered with her energized smile.
"Hey sweetheart!" Jamie said with bright eyes. "I knew you'd be here, hope that yesterday wasn't too much for you."
As Jamie sat next to her, Naimi brushed a loose lock of hair away from her own face and tried to act strong "A good sauna and whirlpool always feels right after a workout". Her grin tried to convince Jamie that she was ok but Jamie wasn't buying.
"Aww I'm sorry Naimi, I never get a chance to workout with anyone close to our age and seeing you trotting at such a slow pace, I figured you needed a challenge. Listen, take advantage of the whirlpool and get a good rubdown for sure, it'll make you glad you came in today." Jamie said as she honestly felt bad for what she had done.
"I, I will. My legs hurt so badly this morning to be honest. I could barely move" Naimie confessed.
Jamie pouted her lip: "Aw, that's not right, I'm so sorry. Let me make it up to you ok? You are so sweet, I'll find a way to make it up to you soon. Just make sure you go and get your body right and we'll make sure you don't run off and never come back, ok?"
"Sounds like a deal to me" Naimi said with a smile.
The door opened just then as it was time to go to the whirlpool. Naimi and Jamie parted ways and said brief goodbyes. Making her way to the whirlpool area, she was again alone and got into the bubbling water naked with her robe nearby. After the sauna, this actually felt cooler and relaxing. In moments the muscles felt relaxed and pain-free.
"Only five minutes here Miss" the masseuse said.
Naimi nodded and smiled as she relaxed. She had totally forgotten about the rubdown as she sat with her eyes closed in a nearly sleep like state. The time flew by as the rhythm of the bubbles felt hypnotic. She opened her eyes as a woman in a neatly pressed uniform entered the whirlpool with a smile. Naimi sat up and her breasts almost came up out of the water before she stopped herself to remain `safely' under the bubbles and out of sight. This woman was rather tallish, wearing a uniform from the spa, neat shorts and button no-sleeve blouse with a small collar. Her skin was a rich tan color and her eyes a deep chestnut brown with hair that was brown and almost black, pulled into a ponytail. She had long features that were both delicate and intelligent. She had a grace about her as she entered the room and gently asked: "Naimi? I'm here for your rubdown".
Naimi sat up and stuttered a second "Oh, oh of course. Well, actually, I am feeling much better with the sauna and whirlpool"
"That's excellent Miss, I think that after a proper rubdown, you'll feel better than new" the masseuse responded.
Naimi and her shyness had held her back so long, she figured `why not' and said she was ready to go. The masseuse was very professional and held up a towel for her without gawking at her. She even helped towel off Naimi before she slipped on her terrycloth robe.
Following her to the massage suites, Naimi peeked into the rooms, they were all unoccupied at this time in the morning and she seemed to be the only one around. Ushering her into a room near the end of the hall, she walked in and saw a large leather massage table.
"Is this your first massage Miss?" the woman asked.
"Well, it is, unless you can count my foot massages when I have had a pedicure." Naimi said with pure honesty.
With a small laugh, the woman responded "I think this should be better than that Miss, my name is Marian and it's my job as the manager of this department that you feel your best. Now, it may be rather odd at first but I promise a proper massage can work wonders. Now if you don't mind, I'd would suggest you lay on the table face down and I'll cover you with a fresh towel."
Naimi took a deep breath and turned her back to Marian and undid her robe. She felt so bashful, naked with a woman should be `ok' in her mind but still, it was odd since this woman was fully dressed. Totally vulnerable but this was her job, she sees women naked all the time, right? These thoughts flowed in Naimi's head as she slid to the massage table.
Marian had seen this before and smiled gently as Naimi tried to gracefully get to the table in the nude. Once she did lay down on her tummy, Marian draped a towel to cover her behind. That little feeling usually was enough to reassure any client that they were not totally exposed.
Next, Marian went to the nearby table and picked up a bottle of lotion that had a mild warming agent in it made from various plant extracts. Putting it on her hands, she warmed it and then began to apply it to Naimi's back. Her hands had long fingers and finely cut nails so as to keep from scratching. Moving her hands over Naimi's back, she used circular motions to work in the lotion.
She had never felt hands on her back like this before. Smooth and fine, and they knew just what they were doing. This wasn't Rob and his `massage' which was rough and unrefined. This felt so good almost instantly as Naimi breathed in and out gently. She listened and responded to Marian's touch on her body.
Marian was an expert in the art of massage. She asked Naimi what kind of workout she had the previous day, what things she had done before, what muscles ached and what she felt like in the morning. Her hands moved over her back and shoulders, then down to her legs, her calves and feet. They truly made a huge difference as she felt as if her body was melting into the massage table she was so relaxed.
The fingers of a woman on her felt so delicate and soothing. As time went by, Naimi was more comfortable. The words they shared about what felt good and what her body was feeling seemed to be pure and natural. Marian had a tuned sense on what Naimi was sensing and was aware that Naimi ached all over, and when her fingers moved down Naimi's back, to the small of her back and then the top of her behind, things got very silent. An intensity came up that was new.
Marian moved her fingers down and traced on her skin, causing Naimi to breath deeply. She had told Marian even her behind had ached when they talked so she felt as if this was not unexpected, but it was new. It was something she hadn't ever felt before.
Marian watched as her hands slid under the little towel. Watches as Naimi's body responded. Her breathing, her heartbeat and her motions, even the tiny and subtle ones spoke volumes to Marian. As a student of human physics, she was like a receiver for anything Naimi broadcast. Her hands moved gently at times, firmly at times and even once nearly got a tickle with Naimi as she touched her sides.
The telltale sign came as she moves over the sides of Naimi's buttocks. Naimi's legs spread, ever-so-slightly. That one move was a sign Marian instantly recognized. It was virtually nothing to the untrained eye. It was everything to hers.
Smiling gently, she moved the towel down to Naimi's thighs, exposing her round behind to the air. Naimi shuddered and felt the cool air now as Marians hands and the lotion worked on her skin. At that instant, a thought came to Naimi, and it caused a reaction. She was growing hot inside. She had a tingle inside herself and that feeling of wetness growing suddenly came to her. That feeling when her arousal started, when the things of her animal inside started to purr and come to life.
Her mind raced as she thought what was happening. A mix of fear and excitement as this woman touched her body. In an intimate and sensual way, yet not trying to stimulate things. Yes, her behind was being caressed, or was it massaged? Naimi felt her body betray her mind. Somehow, this was erotic. Somehow, there was something inside her that liked this! Her body was doing this, her mind could not stop it. She was not attracted to women, but here she is on a massage table and feeling her body physically respond to what was happening.
Marian smiled as she gazed at Naimi. Her hands professional and proper, never doing anything to arouse a suspicion. Her fingers working with expert detail. Her comforting voice relaxing and disarming her.
Then, at the moment of great uncertainty, Naimi felt fingers between her legs, on her thigh, not touching anything but the sensitive space between her thighs where nobody went without it being intimate. Resting there a moment, Naimi almost shuddered and bit her lip. Marian gently said "Miss Naimi, we are done with today's session, I hope you have found it worth the visit"
And with that, Naimi cleared her throat and said to Marian "It...it was" as she felt the towel slide back up to cover her behind.
Marian smiled and gently said that it was her pleasure and that she hoped Naimi would return to the spa whenever her body needed it.