Luciana 04: Resort Day Package

Author's note:

Everyone in this story is more than 18 years old.

This is the fourth Luciana story. Like most of my main characters, Luciana is borderline cuckoo which is how adventures are born. Each story can be read on its own.

There is no sex in this story.

I don't think the stories I write deserve the time an effort an editor would expend, so I just depend on my own proofreading. Please let me know about any errors that prevent you from enjoying the tale.

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"Welcome to LuxeWorld!" The silver-haired man at the front desk said with a smile. "I'm Charles. I hope you all have a great day."

"Thanks, Charles," said Drake, who was dealing with the formalities. The rest of us were sitting on the couches or looking around the lobby of the deluxe resort. "We're looking forward to it."

"Now, here's your welcome letter and vouchers for the Day Package you've taken," Charles said, handing over a stuffed envelope. "You people are welcome all over the outdoor areas of the resort. The indoor areas are for residential guests only, I'm afraid." He paused, looking our group over. "I'm not going to card you, but you're all over 18, right?"

"Yes, of course," said Winona, who had wandered up to join Drake. "How long can we stay?"

"Your package ends at 5 pm," said Charles, smiling at the pretty brunette. I leaned back on the couch, enjoying the smooth upholstery while listening to the exchange. "You have some amenity vouchers, so plan your time."

"Our flight's at half past six," said Amee, looking at me. "We'll have to leave before five, anyway."

We rose and joined Winona and Drake as they left the front desk. Lance, the fifth member of our team, was at the door, looking at the resort property. He held the door for us as we all passed through.

Our team was in Knoxville for a series of client visits. The client we were to meet today had opted to meet us over dinner the previous night, leaving us at a loose end today. Our flight was booked for the evening, and we'd briefly considered driving back instead of waiting all day. The two days here had been busy and tiring, and we'd decided against the 400-mile drive.

"Man, our company shoulda put us up here," exclaimed Amee, looking around at the expansive gardens and deluxe outdoor furniture. "Then I wouldn't mind the sales visits."

"Ha, ha," I said, remembering the much more modest hotel our company's travel agent had put us in. "They got us to check out of even that cheapo place in the morning since we weren't staying the night. Not much hope of a luxury resort."

"Yeah, just wishing," said Lance. "But this day package was a surprisingly good deal. I guess they're not crowded on Wednesday."

"Open the packet, Drake," suggested Winona as we walked through the gardens. "Let's see what's included."

"Good idea," said Drake, pulling out a sheaf of papers. "Let's see. Free self-parking -- we've done that. Free Wifi, cool. Use of pools and showers, towel service, sun loungers on a first come first served basis. Pickleball and ping pong."

"That's all?" said Lance. "We have several hours here."

"No, here's a pamphlet from the restaurant. Each of us gets one non-alcoholic drink and one main at the outdoor casual dining cafe."

"And these are special offers for groups of four," said Amee, who had plucked a sheet from Drake's hand. "One private locker. One complimentary use of washer and dryer. Oh, this is good -- 15 minute massage class by a professional masseuse."

"Well, let's start at the pool," said Lance. "Will be too hot in the afternoon."

"Yeah," affirmed Amee. "Or we can change in the locker room and put away our clothes and purses safely."

* * *

The men were already waiting as Amme, Winona, and I emerged from the changing rooms. Lance gave a low whistle. "All the men at the pool are going to hate Drake and me."

"He, he, he!" Amee giggled. She certainly filled her bikini well, being voluptuous with a well-rounded bottom. Winona and I were both slender and didn't really have eye-catching busts. Winona's boyfriend, Brett, seemed perfectly happy with her, so perhaps size didn't matter for girls as well.

"My trunks have a zipped pocket," said Lance, putting the locker key inside. "Safe for the key."

I was conscious of Lance and Drake eyeing all three of us as we walked to the pool area in our bikinis. Not that it was the first time -- we'd all gone on a vacation to Florida a few weeks ago and had spent a lot of time in our swimwear. I felt warmth rising on my face and neck as I remembered the evening I had spent nude at the nudist club near our resort (told in Luciana, the Entry Ticket).

Winona also seemed to be thinking along similar lines. "Our Luciana seems overdressed, doesn't she? I mean, at the Naples resort..."

"Stop!" I protested. I didn't want the guys to start remembering that evening. "That was months ago, and I did it to get us inside the club."

"Yeah, I'll always remember," said Amee, pulling me to her. "We got to see Damiel live because you got us into the nudist club. But, Luciana, wow! You were so hot!"

"Shh!" I said, looking at Lance and Drake walking ahead of us. "Don't set them off."

"What's to set off?" said Lance, over his shoulder. "We agree with Winona that you're overdressed."

"Oh, no!" I muttered. "They heard."

Well, don't fret, guys," said Amee. "Maybe we can remedy that. Hey, there aren't any sun loungers free."

"Yeah, happens at all resorts." I looked around and pointed to a table with chairs around it. We walked towards it. "My brother works at resorts in the summer. People staying at the resort rush down early and leave towels on the loungers. Or tip some hotel staff to do it for them."

"It's okay for you," grumbled Winona, inspecting her pale arms. "You're born with a tan. I needed to get some rays."

I smiled. I had light brown skin and didn't need the sun for tanning. "I need vitamin D, too, Winny. But it can't be helped, I suppose. All these retired people seem settled for the day."

"Yeah, a lot of senior people," said Lance, looking around. "Well, it's the middle of the week."

Lance arrived with an armful of towels and we plunged into the pool for a swim. Though the poolside area was crowded, we five were the only ones actually in the water for the hour or so that we swam and used the floats.

"Back to the lockers?" I suggested as we toweled off, and everyone agreed.

"That swim made me hungry," announced Lance. "Let's get changed and then hit the cafe."

* * *

"Didn't you say we could use the washer and dryer as a group?" Amee asked, and Winona nodded. "So let's not pack these wet things. We can put them in the machine while we eat."

We found the laundry room, off to one side of the pickleball court, and went in. It was dark, and Drake looked around to find the switches.

"Must have been more machines, once," said Lance, looking around at the large room. "Now there's just one washer and dryer."

"Obviously, the type of people staying here don't do their own laundry on vacation," said Winona, opening the box of detergent pods. "Come on, put your things in."

"Luciana," said Amee, looking at me after all our swimwear had gone in. "Your clothes need washing too."

"Huh?" I asked. "What's wrong with them?" I couldn't see any stains. Confused, I looked at Amee.

"Just take your shirt off," she said, patiently. "And put it in."

"I can't walk around in my bra!" I protested.

"You won't be," said Amee, reassuringly.

"Yeah," said Winona, catching on. "That goes in the wash, too. And your skirt, and anything else you're wearing."

"Yeah!" whooped Lance. "Let's get our money's worth from the washer."

"Are you crazy?" I gasped. In spite of myself, I realized I was unbuttoning my sleeve buttons. "Why would... What?"

"It's been too long since we had you nude," said Amee. "We're missing it."

"It's not supposed to be a regular thing," I said, as they all looked at me, willing me to undress. "Or a frequent occurrence."

"No, of course not," Drake spoke soothingly. "But just once in a while, on such special occasions. It's fun for everyone."

"I don't know, guys," I said weakly, my hand on my shirt's first button. "It's a public place and not even a nudist resort."

"Yeah, but it's kids-free." Lance waved his hand towards the front desk. "You remember, Charles asked us if we were all over 18. No kids here at all."

"What's that got to do with it?" I realized I had undone three of my buttons even as I argued. "I can't walk around without clothes at a resort."

"Sure you can," said Winona, encouragingly, taking my shirt from me and putting it into the machine. "I don't think anyone will mind."

"Besides," said Amee, unhooking my bra from behind me, "everyone is having a nap at the pool. There probably won't be anyone at the cafe."

I wasn't a busty girl, and never expected to impress anyone with my bust. As Amee pulled my bra off me, Lance and Drake went still and quiet, looking intently at my exposed mid-sized breasts and dark brown nipples. I felt my nipples tingle at their unwavering, silent stare.

"Wow!" said Lance at last, and both seemed to remember to breathe together. "You're awesome, Luciana!"

"Yes!" Drake breathed, his eyes still fixed on my breasts. Behind me, I heard Amee and Winona giggling softly at the guys' reaction.

"I guess we have enough of a load now," said Winona, pretending to look into the washer. "We can run it now."

"No, no," pleaded Lance, almost folding his hands together. "Get the rest, too."

"Yeah, let's have everything clean." Drake appealed to the two girls who were slowly stripping me in the laundry room. I realized that if I didn't stop this, my clothes would be gone for an hour or more.

"Yes, you're right," I said to Winona, trying to speak firmly. "You can start the wash cycle now."

"We were just teasing the boys, Luciana," said Amee, putting her arm around my waist and kissing my neck. "We need your skirt and undies. No use doing things halfway."

"But." I stopped not knowing what to say to these four people smiling at me, encouraging me to get nude. "How long will the wash take?"

"It says 75 minutes," said Winona. "We have to go for lunch anyway, so it doesn't matter. We'll be back before it finishes."

Reluctantly, I unbuttoned my skirt and let Amee slide it down my slim hips and legs. As Lance and Drake gasped, I realized that she had taken my panties with the skirt, leaving me completely nude. The two men ran their gaze from my trimmed pubic hair to my exposed pussy lips and their expressions morphed into huge grins.

Even as I turned to talk to Amee, I heard the machine beep. "Well, it's started," I said, shrugging. "So what now?"

"Now, our brave friend," said Lance, smiling, "we proceed for lunch."

"One non-alcoholic drink and one main each," said Winona, quoting the pamphlet. "D'you suppose they'll object to Luciana?"

"I shouldn't think so," said Amee, airily, passing through the door Lance was holding." It's an all-adult resort and..." Her voice faded as she walked away from the laundry room. Drake and Winona followed her, leaving me with Lance, still patiently holding the door.

Should I go out? These four friends of mine had seen me nude before and had been gentle towards me. That was what had led me to shed my clothes at their urging.

But now it was no longer restricted to my four friends. They wanted me to go out into the resort, to the cafe with other people and staff, and have lunch there. It was so different from the other occasions.

The company success party was in a closed hall. I'd been naked for hours, but everyone knew I was forced to strip because of a lost wager. At the Florida resort, I'd been naked for longer, but it was a nudist resort and no one had paid much attention. At first, anyway.

"Let's go, Luciana," said Lance, softly. I looked at him, smiling as he ran his eyes up and down my nude body, his gaze lingering on my breasts and crotch. "The others must be waiting for us."

"But, Lance." I stopped. This wasn't a nudist beach far from my home, where I could walk around without clothes. We were at a regular resort, in a town where we had come for work. We had clients here whom we had been meeting for the past three days.

"I'm hungry, Luciana," said Lance, still in the soft voice so unlike him. "You must be, too."

Giving him a cross look, I took a deep breath and walked past him out of the safe confines of the laundry. The bright light outside made me blink. Nervously, I tried to open my eyes, wanting to see how many people were around, looking at my nudity.

"Cafe is over that way," said Lance, coming up beside me and pointing. "You see? Not many people are around now. You'll have a clear run."

I nodded. I had learned a hard lesson in Florida. The sun makes sand and paths hot. Even when naked, keep your shoes on. Unfortunately, I had brought only two pairs of shoes, both with two-inch heels, to look impressive and help my confidence when meeting clients. Those heels were totally unsuited to the crazy paving of the resort pathways.

"Careful," said Lance, his arm going around my bare waist as I stumbled and almost fell. He held me for a moment, waiting until I had my balance again. "Let's go slow. The path is pretty uneven. Can't have our manager getting hurt."

I'd joined the company five years ago, working in Tanner's team. We'd had outstanding numbers for three of those years, and Tanner had given me glowing recommendations in the annual reports. Last year, the company had stunned me by promoting me to manager. I now managed this small team of four people.

That's a kind thought, Lance," I said grinning at him. I knew he was getting a kick out of calling me his manager while I was stark naked. I reached out and gripped his elbow for support. "But I don't want to keep the others waiting."

I paused again on reaching the cafe. The ornate doorway led into alfresco seating and I saw the host, standing at the door, shake his head in disbelief as I stood before him, trying to gauge the crowd inside.

"We have tables free," he said, helpfully, recovering from his surprise. Turning to Lance, he asked, "A table for two, Sir?"

"Er, no," Lance replied. "Our friends are already inside, I think. They'll have taken a table."

And they had. I glared at them as I saw Amee, Drake, and Winona sitting at a large square table at the center of the cafe. There were already five glasses on the table, and a server was setting places for us as we approached.

"You couldn't have found anything less prominent?" I hissed at Amee as I sat on the chair our server held for me. The cafe was only half full, but the twenty or so people were all staring at me as I sat down, trying to hide as much of my body as possible under the table.

"No, this was the only available large table," said Winona, suppressing a grin. "The other tables are all small ones. We'd have been crowded."

"But we can ask them to change," said Drake, leaning toward me. His eyes flicked between my nipples as he smiled. "There are some free tables at the side."

"No, it's all right," I mumbled. I didn't want to stand up and draw attention to myself again. "Have you all ordered?"

"We got the drinks -- there isn't a choice in the package." Winona offered the menu. "The server recommends the chicken croquettes and the hand-carved turkey club. Have a look at the other choices."

"Smoked bologna for me," announced Lance, putting down his menu. "What about you, Luciana?"

"I'll go with the turkey club," I said, as our server approached. She looked to be barely out of her teens and was finding it hard to control her giggles as she looked at me. I gave her a warm smile as she stopped behind Drake and looked at me.

"Hi, I'm Jenny," she said. "I'll be serving you today. Have you decided yet?"

"We can order some starters or sides, can't we?" I asked, leaning over to look at the menu Winona was holding. "We'll just have to pay, right?"

Jenny left us after five minutes, having written down our order. I looked around, trying to be discreet, to see how many people were staring at me.

Everyone was. There were about twenty people at tables, in groups of two and four, and all of them had their eyes on our table. The host had also left his post and was standing inside the entrance, looking at my bare breasts. I resisted the urge to pull the tablecloth off the table and wrap it around myself.

"Are you all right, Luciana?" Amee spoke in a low voice while the others were poring over the dessert choices on the one menu Jenny had left. "I can go out to the car and get you something from your bag, or mine."

I reached out and squeezed her hand. "That's kind of you, Amee. But our car is parked miles away." I looked around. "Everyone here has already had a good look at me, and no new people seem to be coming now. I'm good, I think."

Amee nodded and then grinned. "Shall I change seats with Lance and sit next to you?"

I shuddered, remembering the dinner in Florida with her sitting next to me. "I'm good with Lance next to me." I grinned. "He keeps his fingers to himself, not like some people I know."

She giggled. "That was a fun evening, Luciana. Brett was sitting next to you, and didn't guess."

Jenny arrived again and placed platters and plates before each of us. The smells were mouth-watering and for a while, I forgot I was nude. Our basic hotel had given us only muffins and coffee for breakfast, so we were all ravenous. There wasn't much talk as we got outside our orders, which suited me as it drew less attention from our neighbors.

"That was really good," announced Drake, as he pushed his chair back a few inches. "Shall we have some desserts?"

"Uh, can we come back for that later?" I asked diffidently. "The washing machine must be done by now."

"Sure, Luciana," said Winona, patting my hand across the table. "We'll get you your clothes, and then see what to do next. Jenny, the check please."

The other diners had become used to me by now and had gone back to their meals and conversations. I knew that would change as soon as I stood up. All eyes would be on my nude body as I walked to the doorway. It was odd that none of the people had finished their meals and left while we were eating.

"People make a relaxed meal of it, I guess," said Lance thoughtfully, when I mentioned it. "Start with some wine, then a soup, then starters, the entree, and a dessert. We finished quickly because we had a drink and then the mains."

"Maybe that's it." I looked around, thinking how nice it would have been if everyone had finished and left while I was half-hidden by the table. Jenny appeared with the check and Winona paid for all of us.

"Walk between us," said Amee, smiling at me. She'd guessed I was nervous about exposing myself to the whole restaurant again. "We won't run and risk a fall, but we'll move briskly, okay?"

My hopes of a quiet exit were not to be. As I stood up, people clapped and whistled, calling out to me. Not wanting to be rude, I had to stop and wave to them.

"Great show, Miss," one old man with white whiskers said to me as I passed their table, and his wife held out her hand to shake mine. "Are you staying here?"

"No, we're here just for the day," I said, hoping the old lady would release my hand soon. "Flying back home tonight."

"So how much have you won by this bet, dearie?" asked another woman at the next table. Her husband was frozen with a spoonful of ice cream halfway to his mouth as he concentrated on my breasts.

"No, no," it wasn't a bet," Amee answered for me. "Her clothes are in the washer, and we have only limited time for all the inclusions of our package, so..."

"Ah, so of course you have to come nude for your lunch," said the woman holding my hand. She laughed and shook my hand vigorously before releasing it. "Have a good time."

Thankfully, there were no more tables between us and the door, and after shaking hands with the host at the door, I was on the path to the laundry. Winona was walking with me, with my other friends around us.

"Actually, one of us could have gone and transferred the clothes from the washer to the dryer," remarked Lance. "They would have been done by the time we finished dessert."

"I think Luciana wanted to be out of the cafe," said Winona, and Amee nodded. "We can always have dessert later."

I put my arm around Winona and she smiled. "You're not enjoying this one as much as Florida and the success party."

"No, she doesn't at first," said Amee softly. "But it was nice of her to agree to do it at all."

"You mean I enjoy it later?" I was surprised.

"Don't you remember how you laughed and danced with Brad after dinner?" said Amee, smiling. "And at the success party, you went to the Tanner team table, and then gave that confident, witty speech from the stage."

I thought back to the two occasions and shook my head. "I don't think so, Amee. I'm always anxious and embarrassed, but it's a thrill to look back on. And today, ah, all of you wanted me to, and, and, well, you've all seen me naked before."

"That's right, love," said Winona, pulling me in for a deep kiss. I could feel her cotton shirt rubbing my nipples as she gently ran her tongue over my mouth. "We've seen you before, and it's always a pleasure."

"Oh, crap," said Lance from inside the laundry. We all went to where he was looking at the washing machine with a disgusted look. He pointed to the control panel, where a dE message was blinking. "Look, the machine hasn't finished."

"dE is door error," said Drake. He sat down on his haunches and banged the door with the heel of his palm. The door clicked shut, the machine beeped, and started running. "It says 28 minutes now."

"Will you be all right, Luciana?" said Lance. "I mean, an extra half hour."

"I suppose so," I said. "You're all around me, so I'm fine."

"Do you want to just stay here till you have your clothes?" Drake asked. "Wish there were some chairs."

"No, that'll be boring for everyone," I said. "Let's find a quiet spot in the gardens."

We drifted out of the laundry room into the resort grounds. The day was warm, fortunately, and not many guests were walking around. I endured a few double-takes and wide-eyed stares from resort employees working on maintaining the grounds, but passed by them with a smile and a wave.

I was feeling much more relaxed now and almost enjoying the experience of being nude with my friends in this deluxe setting. Amee had her arm around me and her touch felt warm and desirable on my bare waist. Lance and Drake had had their fill of staring at my nude body and were walking ahead, having an intense conversation about man things involving balls.

"Welcome to Green Whispers, the finest spa without walls!" A man in a loose shirt greeted us as we turned a corner. "Are you people here on a day package?"

"Yes, that's right." Drake shook hands with the man, who introduced himself as Daniel. "You have an impressive setup here."

"Thank you, we try." Daniel was shaking hands with us all in turns. "So you're here for the massage demo, I guess."

I looked at Amee, startled. We hadn't been thinking about it at all, and I thought of suggesting that we just walk away. I knew perfectly well that if we went ahead with it, I would automatically be the subject for the masseur to demonstrate his massage techniques. My fears were confirmed a moment later.

"We can start right away." Daniel guided us to a padded table set in the middle of a lawn and gestured to it with a flourish. "I'm all prepared for your lesson, and this lovely lady is already dressed for it."

This was happening too fast, I thought, as I sat on the table. I noticed there was a groove on the table about a third of the way from the head end and guessed it was to protect breasts from being crushed. Daniel had gone into teacher mode, showing us the various oils and powders used during the massage.

"An important step is asking your client to undress to their level of comfort," he said, moving to stand at the head end of the table. "Then you stay away from the parts they've left covered." We all nodded to show he was making sense.

"Now, Luciana is fully undressed," he went on. "So she wants a full body massage. I can't do it in a fifteen-minute session, of course, so you people can choose from upper body or lower."

"Upper body please," Winona said quickly, and I gave her a grateful smile as I realized what that meant. With me lying face down on the table, Daniel would only be working on my back and shoulders.

I lowered myself onto the table as Daniel put his hands around the ceramic pot holding the massage oil. "There is a special section in hell for people who use cold hands or cold oil for massage," he intoned, using a ladle to pour oil onto one hand. "But hold the oil in your palm for a few moments to make sure it's not too hot. Remember, the hands can tolerate higher temperatures than the sensitive parts of your client's body."

I felt warmth on the small of my back and realized Daniel had poured a ladle full of oil. He used both hands, moving his hands from just above my butt to my shoulders. "Is the pressure comfortable?"

"Just right, thank you." I had my head turned to one side so that I could see him. Drake was standing beside Daniel, watching intently. I guessed the other three must be on the other side of the table.

"Always use long strokes, and ask about the pressure." Daniel stopped the massage for a moment to continue the teaching. "Then concentrate on always maintaining the same pressure. A massage must be relaxing. Varying the pressure and surprising your client doesn't let them relax."

Daniel bent over me and I felt his forearm sweep over my back. "Using your forearm allows you to apply pressure over a larger area, and gives relief to your hands. Very necessary if you're doing several massages over a day."

"But the hands feel better," I said. "I understand your need to rest your hands and wrists, of course."

"It's a personal preference, Luciana," said Daniel. "Some people like the greater pressure of a forearm massage. Or even the elbow." He poured a little more oil on me and then ran his elbow up my back, next to my spine. "Remember to use the elbow only on muscles, never on bones. Feedback?"

"Uh, it was okay, but felt a bit sharp." I considered. "Felt good because you have experience, but I don't think a newbie could do it as well."

Daniel laughed and patted my bottom. He was obviously not shy about touching people. "You're right, of course. I've been doing this a while." He looked up and talked to my friends over my body. "If you want to get deeper pressure, use the hand-over-hand technique." He demonstrated by placing a palm on my lower back and then his other hand over it.

"Start warming your hands, Drake," he said, and I shuddered. Was Drake going to massage me while I was nude? Daniel was a stranger and a professional masseuse. I wasn't sure I wanted Drake putting his hands on me.

Under Daniel's guidance, Drake poured oil onto his hands and held it for a few moments. Then he poured it on my back and I felt him rubbing his hands somewhat clumsily over my back and shoulders. His hands were starting at my mid back and I smiled, guessing he was trying to avoid touching my bottom.

Daniel put his hand flat on my bottom, covering both sides. "Start your movement just above where my hand is, Drake. Starting halfway up the back is not the right way." For the next few minutes, I felt Drake massaging me as Daniel kept his hand on my butt. I hoped Drake would finish soon.

Oh, no! I remembered the pamphlet had said a massage lesson for groups. I wasn't getting a free massage; my friends were going to get massage training. Did that mean all of them? Yes, it did. Even as Drake was working on me, I saw Daniel gesturing to Amee to start warming her hands.

Amee grinned at me as she poured oil onto her hands and started the massage. I felt her starting right over Daniel's hand, sweeping her hands slowly over my back up to the nape of my neck. "Feels all right, love?" she asked, and I nodded, not wanting to encourage her.

"Welcome to Green Whispers, the finest spa without walls!" Daniel announced, and I turned my head to see a group of three couples walking toward us. "Are you people here on a day package?"

"Yes, we're on the package," one of the women stuttered. All of them looked flustered to see a nude woman being massaged in the open. The men were all running their eyes over me hungrily, while the women were all looking at each other with WTF expressions.

"Cool!" said Daniel, talking to them as Amee continued to run her hands over my back. "I'll be giving you your own demo in a few minutes, but you're welcome to watch now."

"Uh, no, I don't think we want the demo," said one of the women. She was a short, slim woman of about forty. She looked nervously at the other women in their group.

"Yeah, we don't have to take every part of the package." They were all the same age, I guessed, and probably old friends. "We can just go on to the pickleball court."

"We could learn a little massage." One of the guys, a tall balding man tried to say. His wife and the other women had already turned away and were walking out of the spa area.

"What happened to them?" said Daniel, mystified. He followed them with his eyes as the women accelerated and the men jogged after them.

"He, he, he!" Winona giggled. Daniel looked at her and she moved her hand in a wide gesture to indicate my naked body. "They saw our lovely Luciana and thought one of them would have to undress for the demo. They pushed off!" Lance and Drake, standing beside her, burst into laughter as they grasped what had happened.

"Wha__?" Daniel was startled. "But we never ask anyone to get naked for a demo out here." He moved away from me and spoke over his shoulder. "You people continue, please. I'll try and talk to them." He hurried off after the other group.

With Daniel's placeholder gone, Amee was starting her hands at my upper thighs and lingering over my butt on the upward movement. Lance and Drake watched, spellbound, as Amee lingered over my round butt before sweeping out to my shoulders.

"I'm next," said Lance, hoarsely, warming his hands as Winona and Amee giggled. "Move over, Amee."

"I'm going to keep you honest, Lance," Amee announced, placing both hands on my butt. "You start the massage above my hands and go up to her shoulders."

"Thanks, Amee, I think," I said.

She grinned at me. "Yeah, only I get to enjoy your butt." Lance groaned.

"I tried to talk to them," Daniel said, shaking his head as he returned. "But they were so shocked by what they saw, they didn't let me explain. Has everyone had some practice?"

"Just me left now," said Winona, pouring oil into her hand. "Everyone else has massaged Luciana. My turn now."

"I'll show you the petrissage technique," offered Daniel. "It's a massage technique that squeezes and kneads muscles. It relieves tension and can be incredibly relaxing." He poured some oil into a hand and dipped his fingers and thumb into it. "You use your fingers and thumbs for this."

He worked on the muscles at the nape of my neck, squeezing and rolling with strong fingers. "This is the trapezius muscle, and often it's very tense. This massage improves the circulation and relaxes it."

"Feels good," I confirmed, as he looked at me with a raised eyebrow. I tried to cut the session short by saying, "My trapezius is fully relaxed now."

"Ah, well, I'll have to work on your glutes, then," said Winona cheerfully, dipping her fingers into the oil. I stiffened as I felt her fingers kneading my butt. I could see Lance holding his breath and licking his lips. I assumed Drake and Amee were enjoying the show from the other side of the table.

"Uh, yes," said Daniel, taken aback. "We don't usually include the glutes in an upper body massage."

"But we're all friends here," said Amee, smoothly. "So we don't have to be so hardcore about rules."

"Ha, ha, yes, of course," said Daniel, torn between guiding Winona as she worked on my bottom and restoring propriety. "But we have to end the session now, folks. It's been a pleasure teaching you all."

I sat up on the table and took the towel he held out to me. Drake took it from me and patted my back to absorb as much oil as she could. Finished with his teaching duties, Daniel let his gaze linger on my breasts and thighs before meeting my eyes and smiling guiltily.

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"That was fun -- for us," said Lance, as we left the spa area after thanking Daniel. "Was it okay for you?"

"Yeah, I didn't mind." I rotated my shoulders, enjoying the freedom after having been on the table. "Would have liked to learn the techniques, actually. Maybe some other time."

"Yes, that's true," said Winona, thoughtfully. "Daniel taught all of us but you." She grinned. "But did you enjoy it? Does a naked massage turn you on?"

"Uh, not too much," I said. I was aware of Lance and Drake hanging on to every word. "I know massage can be very erotic, but out in the open, and Daniel a stranger -- no, it wasn't much of a turn-on."

"What about us?" Lance asked, eagerly. "We're not strangers."

"Yeah, it was feeling nice," I confessed. "I'd started forgetting about being nude in an open place. I was getting into the massage, and then that other group turned up. Like a bucket of cold water." I waved back to one of the gardeners.

"Mmm, so the public setting spoiled the experience for you?" asked Drake. My oil-covered back and butt seemed to have rekindled their interest in ogling me; both Lance and he were walking behind me.

"I wasn't looking for an erotic experience, Drake," I said, laughing. "I hadn't even thought of the massage when I undressed. It was just about a fun experience with you all."

"Got it," said Lance, smiling. "But if it had been a private place, and only friends doing the massage?"

"Might have been different," I said. I thought back to another massage with four people involved when I had passed out (told in Luciana 03: the Failed Naked Ride). "But as I said, I wasn't looking for an erotic time here. I hope you all learned something, and maybe had some fun."

"Oh, we did." Lance was emphatic. "Both."

"Yeah," said Drake. "We should do this again."

"He, he, he!" I giggled. "I'll talk to HR. The performance prizes for this year can be folding massage tables."

"Seriously?" Lance's eyes were wide, and I could see his imagination working overtime.

"So if these guys post good end-of-year numbers," said Amee, smiling sardonically, "the company will reward them with a massage table so they can..."

"Scratch that!" I said, as my team laughed. "HR would have a fit if we even joked about it."

"Yeah, we'll have to buy it ourselves," said Winona slyly. "Oh, the machine is still going."

We had reached the laundry and saw the washer rinsing the load. The display showed six minutes. Amee patted the top of the machine.

"Climb onto it, Luciana. Ride it for six minutes."

"Ride the washing machine?" I was puzzled, as Amee gave me a wide grin. Shrugging I turned around and used my arms to push myself up onto the washer.

Almost immediately I felt the strong vibrations from the machine as it ran its rinse cycle. I bit down on a shriek as the vibrations energized me from my butt to my thighs. I almost jumped off to avoid the intense feelings. Lance and Drake looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.

"Have you never sat on a washer before?" Amee grinned as she looked at me struggling to control my expressions. The washer had not sounded very loud, but now that I was sitting on it, it seemed to be roaring at me.

"N-no," I said, trying to keep my voice even. "I've always seen washers and dryers above each other at home. Never sat on one."

The machine was humming now against my bare skin, and I felt some relief. I guessed the rinse cycle worked at intervals. I had been holding my breath for the past minute, and took deep breaths now. I wondered what the machine would do next.

It started the rinse cycle again, and the exquisite vibrations hit me again. I felt my pussy catch the vibrations and grow moist, and wondered why Amee had perched me on the machine. My thinking was getting muddled as the machine picked up speed and my body reacted.

"Feels good, does it?" Winona asked, looking at me. Lance and Drake had awed looks, and I wondered what I was showing on my face. The machine rumbled and shook under me, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter and a trickle running out.

"Uh, it's unexpected." I was babbling. "I mean, it's a washer. We use it every day." Who knew riding it could be so delightful? I could feel a familiar fire in my belly, spreading to my pelvis and pussy. My thighs felt damp and I knew my pussy was leaking fluid.

"Four minutes to go," said Lance, looking at the display. "Can she stay on? She looks like she's going to faint."

My pussy was on fire now, and I could feel it throbbing and contracting. I didn't want to look down; I was sure there was a puddle of my lady juices on the top of the machine. I wrapped my hands around myself, wishing there was something to hold on to.

"Is she going to come?" I heard Lance's voice and closed my eyes. I wished I had the willpower to get off the machine, but the feelings deep within me held me captive.

"Uh, guys," said Amee, sidling up to me and putting a hand around me. "Maybe you all should give her a moment. Just wait outside, will you?"

I heard footsteps walking away and realized the machine had gone quiet. I opened my eyes and saw Amee through a haze, holding me as I struggled to balance myself. "Brace yourself," she whispered. "The spin will start."

And it did. I heard someone screaming and knew it was me. My orgasm built up as the powerful vibrations seemed to get stronger and stronger, and then burst over me. I felt a series of impacts on my bottom; Amee told me later that I had jumped up and down on the machine.

My climax went on and on as the machine churned and thrummed. My pussy, my belly, and even my brain seemed to throb with it. I sensed Amee struggling to hold me and prevent me from toppling off.

"Get off, Luciana, get off," Amee was saying into my ear. She must have said it a dozen times before I made sense of her words and nodded. I leaned to one side and let Amee take my weight as I slid off the washer. She spoke directly into my ear again. "Now hold on to the dryer. OK?"

I nodded as my orgasm tapered off. I made a conscious effort to breathe and saw Amee using a tissue to wipe off the washer. I tried to catch my breath and tell her I would do it, but feared I would fall if I let go of the dryer to gesture to her.

"Wow, Luciana," said Amee, dropping the tissue into the bin. She came to me and put her hands on both sides of my face. Leaning forward, she kissed me, a gentle kiss with a little nibbling of my lower lip that felt lovely. "You had a monster climax. I thought you might hurt yourself."

I nodded. "Thanks for getting me off the machine." I shuddered. "I wasn't thinking straight. Wasn't thinking at all."

Amee smiled. "I know. A good orgasm is like that." She looked at the door. "Can you stand now? The others might be worried. They probably heard you screaming."

"Oh no!" I was mortified. "What was I thinking?'

The washer gave a series of beeps and shut down. I walked over on wobbly feet and sank to my knees before it. Opening the door, I nodded to Amee.

Winona and the two boys burst into the laundry room as Amee opened the door for them. They saw me kneeling before the washer, pulling clothes out of it, and looked at Amee in confusion.

"Are you okay, Luciana?" asked Drake, hesitatingly. "I mean, we heard you shouting and we thought..."

"No, I'm all right." I tried to keep my voice steady and failed. "Amee took good care of me. Open the dryer for me, will you?"

"I'll set it to Regular," said Lance, looking at the settings dial. "That's usually quickest."

"No, don't," said Winona. "Luciana's bra and panties are inside. Set it to Gentle."

"It'll take longer," said Lance, as he twisted the dial and watched the display.

I stood up, feeling stronger. I looked around at all my friends and felt a grin coming up. Moving to the surprised Lance, I enveloped him in a warm hug. "Thanks for the concern, Lance, but I'm okay with a few more minutes."

I stepped back and held out my arms to Drake, then Winona. "It was fun today with all of you," I said, meeting their smiles with mine.

"Shall we hang around here till it's done?" said Drake, looking at the display on the dryer.

"Nah," I said, pushing open the door and skipping out. "We have to finish the package options. We still have to do ping pong. Come on!"

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