The Education of Mrs. Jones (Part 3)

Part Three

Lydia arrived at her third massage appointment with a sense of determination. She had decided that this would be the day when she would discover, finally, if Olivia was purposefully manipulating her to orgasm. She planned to flirt a little with the massage therapist; either Olivia would respond in kind, or the therapist would be professional and put an end to it. Lydia wasn’t sure which would be more embarrassing, finding out another woman had the hots for her, or potentially being escorted from the premises. If the latter happened, she had to admit that she would miss the jet tub!

The kind receptionist handed her a glass of champagne without being asked, and Lydia swilled it with more urgency than class. The Greek god from before showed her to the same massage room (she couldn’t remember his actual name—Ken seemed to be the one that stuck no matter how hard she tried). Olivia was in the small massage room waiting for her, and Lydia took in the woman as she made the expected pleasantries. She was wearing a very short tennis skirt and another company polo, its V-neck slashed low enough to show a fair amount of cleavage. Soon Olivia left the room, and Lydia quickly stripped down. Carefully she sat at the edge of the massage table, her heart beating wildly with anticipation and nerves as she waited for the exact right moment to start her plan.

Olivia gave a small tap on the door and pushed it open. Lydia quickly turned and laid on her stomach, pretending that she was just getting on the table when Olivia entered, and thereby giving the woman an excellent view of her nudity.

The massage therapist seemed startled. “Oh, I’m sorry Lydia, I thought you were ready! Should I come back in another minute?”

Lydia shook her head and smiled, “It’s fine. If you could just help me with the sheet…?”

“Of course!” the other woman hurried over and grabbed the edge of the sheet, pulling it over Lydia’s bare bottom and back.

Lydia studied her carefully. She was definitely flustered, but it was hard to tell if she was embarrassed or aroused. She would have to see what else she could do to further her experiment.

Olivia started her massage, but Lydia was too tense to enjoy the woman’s ministrations.