Of massages and the likes

We had an interesting fitness/massage class last night. It was a small setting, just a few people (okay, about 10), plus the someone that knew what they were talking about doing the "show and tell". (Actually there were two of them, but the second guy didn't get a chance to give his class, though I trust he will at some point.)

Other than finding it so very interesting to hear (yet again) what an incredible piece of equipment we have (a.k.a. our body), I had the pleasure of getting the full-body massage. - Oh yes! Of course, that also meant I got myself into something I had no idea I was getting myself into.

Who says "no" to a massage? Right? So yes, I said "yes"! DUH! This meant however that I had to get up on the mini-stage (fine, I can deal with that), I had to take my shirt(s) off (hmmm...), and I had to...well, I basically had to get naked, other than taking off my panties. Oh no! (By the way, did I mention they were filming this? Ooops!)

They did spare me the embarrassment by putting a towel on my "buttocks" (that’s the word they used - okay?), but yes, I think I really outdid myself when I was told to turn over. I'm like "can I put my bra back on if this is on video", so they said "sure", and what do I do? I get up, and off falls the towel, I haven't put my bra back on quite yet, and...well, as others said (those in the room), at that point they'd seen it all (well, most of it) to where I might as well not worry about putting it back on. Oh man! - How embarrassing.

I then crowned the occasion by getting dressed once it was all over (that was fine, though I did feel in a total daze), and crashed my knee into the stage. That wasn’t even so bad... I think meeting people on my way back to my room was the most embarrassing. I looked like I was coming out of who knows what sort of orgy - ravished and tousled. HA!

Oh well...it was good though! ;)