To her great surprise, it wasn't the same person who came in to undo the blanket and the clear plastic wrap it was wrapped in.
It wasn't the young woman she'd been with, but… a man! Quite young, between 25 and 30, dark-haired. He was the one who had taken care of me during my clay treatment. He was rather witty and teased his female colleagues quite a bit.
At that precise moment, my partner felt a profound sense of isolation and embarrassment because she knew she was naked under the blanket and couldn't get out. Did he know that? That's the question, one we'll probably never know the answer to.
He began by asking her if the treatment had gone well, and then proceeded to undo the heated blanket. Under the heated blanket, she was stark naked, something he must have discovered at that moment (unless his young colleague had briefed him, who knows?).
My partner, not usually bashfuk, was very embarrassed by the situation because she hadn't expected to find herself completely naked in front of a man, especially one much younger than her (my partner is in her fifties, he's barely 30).
She had no choice but to let go, and once the transparent film was removed, she stood completely naked before him, exposed to his gaze. She didn't try to hide, however, considering that the damage was done.
She was naked before him, her body covered in clay except for her breasts, pubic area, and buttocks. She then got up to go to the shower to wash off all the clay sludge.
The worst part was that the shower stall was completely transparent, as all the sides were made of clear glass.
So she showered naked while the practitioner was in the room, busy tidying up, and could discreetly continue to watch her.
It took her a few minutes because the clay was sticky and difficult to remove.
When she had finished, she opened the shower stall door to ask him for a towel. My partner is the type who thinks that once someone has seen her naked, she no longer has to hide.
Anyway, she dried herself off and crossed the room to put her one-piece swimsuit back on.
What's most surprising is that in three days of treatments, this was the only time it wasn't the same practitioner who started and finished.
Was it a coincidence?
Unfortunately, we'll never know.
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