<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/4c50/ek74xe84agd1axk6g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Courtney</strong></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Her hand works its way up to my knee, but goes no higher. Disappointing because the more she massages, the more I realize that I really need a good massage. The Jacuzzi will probably help though. She does say something interesting though, and I learned something I never knew about her. <br/><br/>"Oh! So, you're ... fully transitioned? Am I understanding that right? I never knew that. Not to pry, but ... Was it by choice?"<br/><br/>Relax while she gets the jacuzzi ready? <strong><em>That</em></strong> I can do! <br/><br/>"Mm, sounds good. I'm so relaxed right now I don't wanna move yet anyway. Thank you Jaclyn, that felt amazing."<br/><br/>She slides out from under my legs, gives them a gentle squeeze and tells me not go go anywhere. I *giggle* back and teasingly say:<br/><br/>"Yes ma'am!" *smile*<br/><br/>She walks out and I take a sip of wine, which is now dangerously close to empty. I needed a night light this. Drinking, talking, and (soon to be) hanging out in a jacuzzi. It feels nice just to unwind away from all the chaos of my life.<br/><br/>Somewhere in the distance, I can hear water running, and a short time later she walks back out to grab a couple of glasses and another bottle of wine. She disappears again, so I just lay my head back and stare off into space for a little while. So nice and relaxed, and my head isn't racing at 100 mph thinking about this problem or that problem ... No, it's just in a nice, easy, peaceful place.<br/><br/>A couple of minutes later, she's standing over me and offering me her hand. My glass is long since empty and set aside, so I just reach up and take it, managing to get my legs working. I just smile and nod when she's says it'll be ready by the time we're ready, and she takes my hand to lead me to the bathroom.<br/><br/>When we get there, she drops my hand and turns around to ask for help with her zipper. *gulp* It dawns on me only then that I'm undressing a friend. A friend who was giving me wine ... massaging my legs and ... she's got candles burning! Now my mind is racing, but I'm not yet jumping to any conclusions. I wonder if she's wearing a bra herself? I gently grab the hem at the top with my left hand, and slowly pull down the zipper with my right.<br/><br/>"Heh heh, I know right? That's why I like this particular romper."<br/><br/></span><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/f0e2/mqb6ilk4tr01aw16g.jpg)</div>To show her what I mean, I now turn around, duck my head down, and pull the neck halter up and over my head. I then pull down and off of my breasts, and the rush of cold air hitting brings the fact that I'm now topless, into sharp focus. No stopping now though. I wiggle my hips as I pull it down and off, being careful not to pull my panties down with it. I don't really care if she sees my boobs, and she's been forewarned that I wasn't wearing a bra, but I'm not nearly drunk enough to so more than that.<br/><br/>"Shall we?" I say, grabbing an already filled glass of wine.