ENF in THALASSO

[Muz7]

This happened at a thalassotherapy center. We had gone there for three days, on the Breton coast of France, to recharge.

We had various treatments, from massages to powerful jets of water sprayed onto the body, including the pool, sauna, etc.
Everything went normally until things took a slightly strange turn.

It was a clay wrap.

We were both in separate rooms, but not far from each other. We had the same treatment done simultaneously, but it wasn't done the same way for me and her.

I had it done in swim trunks. She was wearing a one-piece swimsuit, which was a problem because this type of swimsuit doesn't allow the clay to be applied to the stomach.

The therapist (a young woman) therefore asked her to pull it down to her hips, which makes sense. My partner then asked if she should keep the garment on her hips or remove it completely. It must be said that she has no problem being naked in front of another woman. The practitioner replied that it was up to her, but that it was preferable to remove it completely as it could sometimes be uncomfortable during the wrapping.

So my partner took off her swimsuit and found herself naked while the practitioner applied the clay to her body (except for her breasts, pubic area, and buttocks).

Then, as per protocol, she wrapped her entirely in plastic wrap and then a second time in a heated blanket.
She was thus able to enjoy the treatment for about twenty minutes, alone in the room.

So far, so good, you might say. But then things took an unexpected turn.

[Brlatiger]

Cue the jeopardy music (us game show reference)…

How so what happened next

[Muz7]

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.