Sugar ahh Honey Honey

Recently I went to a spa to get a sugar scrub. The last time I tried to do one at home it was a huge mess and I was more than happy to pay someone to slough my skin off, and get the oily residue all over their shower, not mine.

I wondered on the drive over what they were going to do about scrubbing my lady parts. Even with my crack covered they could still get some serious scrubbing done on my checks. But what about my boobs? I had no idea what to expect.

Once in the treatment room, the man explained my options - yes, man. I could use a towel or these paper under wear. I said, I’m not modest, what helps you get the most skin? He told me to go for the towel. It basically was like a diaper. You sit on half and cover your junk with the other. I had a towel over the girls.

So right in the middle he asks “do you mind if I remove your towel and scrub your breasts?” It all happened so quickly. I didn’t want to smooth skin everywhere but there! I said I wasn’t modest, but now I’m going to make a big deal about boobs? So I said “go ahead”

There I was, getting freshly polished tits.

It wouldn’t have been so weird if he had just gone under the towel. But he moved it to the side, leaving me there in all my busty glory.

I felt a little violated once I got home and thought about it some more. Then I told some friends who felt violated for me. I think Ill just use up the rest of the scrub I have here next time I need a good scrub. Needing to clean the shower is one thing, needing to clean your soul is another.