The Spa
Every now and then, it’s good to stretch out and treat your body to a variety of positions other than just lying on your back. That’s why, once in a while, I go for a relaxing soak at a small family-run wellness center with a thermal pool and a hot tub. A big advantage is the ability to reserve a time slot, allowing me to enjoy peace and privacy. The entire pool, along with all its amenities, is all mine. I can bathe naked, free my body from unnecessary burdens, and devote myself fully to relaxation. This peaceful atmosphere is further enhanced by softly playing music and the bubbling of the hot tub. I completely clear my mind, listen to the splashing water, and let myself float away in relaxation. My favorite part of the pool is where bubbles rise from the bottom, gently gliding up the insides of my thighs all the way to my pussy. It’s not uncommon for this bubbly tickling to provoke me into masturbating. And that’s one of the reasons why I’ve been visiting this charming place for years—where I can do whatever comes to mind without inhibition and relax in every way. But as we all know, when you’re doing something nice or enjoyable, time flies by much faster than you’d like. And it was no different during one fall visit, when I had reserved two hours in the evening just for myself.
Everything went as usual. I arrived by taxi at the agreed-upon time, exchanged a quick greeting with the owner, and went straight to the changing room. I undressed, took a shower, grabbed a snack from the minibar, and jumped into the pleasantly warm pool. I lay back relaxed in the water and let the gentle ripples rock my body. Every now and then, my gaze drifted toward the clock, which was relentlessly cutting short this little siesta. “Just a little while longer,” I told myself when I saw that my visit was about to end. But somehow I got lost in thought as I reflected on the whole day and stopped keeping track of time. Just then, voices coming from the locker room snapped me out of it. I looked at the clock and was horrified. I should have been almost dressed and on my way out by now, and instead I was still stuck in the pool. I bolted out of the pool like a bullet, casually wrapped a towel around myself, and tried to slip unnoticed into the women’s locker room. Just when I naively thought I’d succeeded, I realized I’d left the key to my locker on the table by the pool. “Well, that’s screwed up—what now?” I thought to myself. I cracked open the locker room door and surveyed the situation out of the corner of my eye. There was no one by the pool yet, and I heard two voices coming from the men’s locker room, talking about work. “I might still make it,” I thought, and ran to the pool to get the key. But my timing wasn’t exactly perfect, and on my way back, I bumped into those two men in the doorway. “Good evening,” I muttered through clenched teeth and quickly slipped into the locker room. I took a shower, dried my hair, and started getting dressed. The men hadn’t closed the door to the pool area, so I could hear them having a great time. As I was leaving, I couldn’t resist glancing toward the pool out of curiosity. The two of them were sitting at a table, talking loudly, trying to drown out the noise of the hot tub. I nodded at them in farewell and went to the lounge to fix my hair and call a taxi home.
Not even a minute after the door closed behind me, one of them came after me in a pretty good mood and asked if I was in a big hurry, since he had something to celebrate today, and if I wouldn’t mind if he invited me over for some homemade plum brandy. Surprised, I listened to him and replied that I really appreciated the invitation, but that I was already tired today and looking forward to going home. “Just for a little while. I’ll take care of things here with the owner,” he tried to persuade me. “Pleeease,” he continued, watching me comb my hair, “my colleague and I are feeling a little lonely back there.” “I can’t go join you because we’re not allowed to wear clothes by the pool. And unfortunately, I don’t have a swimsuit,” I replied, hoping I’d found a good excuse. “That doesn’t bother us at all. As long as you’re okay with it,” he grinned. “Well, maybe just for a little while. I’ll just take care of something,” I nodded and went back to the locker room. I had to text home to say I’d be gone for about an hour, because I knew it wouldn’t be a matter of ten minutes. Once everything was taken care of, I stripped off my clothes, wrapped a wet towel around myself, and timidly walked over to the pool, where the two of them were already sitting at a table. “I’ve worked everything out with the owner; he knows you’re here with us,” they told me, and we clinked glasses to get to know each other and start addressing each other informally. “So you don’t feel awkward about not having a swimsuit, we’ll take ours off too. If you don’t mind?” they asked. “No, I don’t mind. I’m used to this kind of eccentricity,” I replied. We all agreed that it would be more comfortable that way and started having fun.
The guys were already in high spirits and trying to convince me that I didn’t need that towel, while I was thinking about making a quiet exit. “Well, thanks for having me, guys. I’ve had a great time with you, but I really have to go now. Have a nice rest of the evening,” I told them and stood up. “You’re leaving us already? That’s a shame,” one of them said disappointedly. “Take care, and hopefully we’ll meet again sometime,” added the other, barely managing to stand up as he staggered off toward the pool. “Your buddy’s pretty wasted, huh?” I asked. “Well, his girlfriend dumped him, so we went out together on a ‘drink-to-forget’ spree. You get it?” he replied. “I get it, and it makes sense. Well, then you should’ve gone to a nightclub to take your minds off things,” I retorted. “That’s exactly what I thought, but he didn’t want to. So I suggested we relax by the water,” he replied and started laughing. We had one more shot of slivovitz together to say goodbye, and I “went” to the locker room to get myself together. I took off my towel and rinsed off lightly under the shower one more time, because I was flushed and sweaty from that internal warmth.
Amid the sound of the water, I didn’t even notice that someone had followed me into the locker room. In the reflection of the tiles, I caught a glimpse of a moving shadow. I turned around and saw my more sober friend standing behind me, holding his flaccid cock in his hand and pleasuring himself while watching me shower. “Just what I needed,” flashed through my mind, and if I hadn’t had those shots of slivovitz in me, I probably would have politely shown him the door. But there’s always a trade-off. I turned off the water and let my gaze drift down to his erect cock, which he hadn’t stopped stroking. “What are you doing here?” I asked him with a smile, breaking the lingering silence as I took his stiff cock into my hand. “I was curious to see what you’re hiding under that towel,” he replied calmly. “No way?” I shook my head in disbelief and gently rubbed it in my palm. “So, shall we jerk you off? Huh? Since it’s standing so nicely,” I asked mischievously, squatting down in front of him and continuing the handjob. “Or do you want to do it yourself in front of me? Huh? Would you like that better?” I suggested the second option, but by then he was already guiding it into my mouth. “That’s an answer too,” I thought to myself, grabbed his ass, and started sucking him off. You could tell he was enjoying it. Even though I saw it as nothing more than payback for the invitation to have a drink, my pussy reacted immediately and demanded attention. “Fine,” I said to myself sarcastically, spreading my thighs as wide as possible and starting to stimulate my clit with my hand. While his slightly curved cock massaged my labia, my fingers explored my pussy’s readiness for a possible fuck. As far as I was concerned, there was nothing left to discuss, and I kept spreading the love juice clinging to my fingers over my labia and nipples. And since I hadn’t fucked yet that day and my hunger for sex was growing with every stroke, I was up for it. I was debating whether to pleasure myself at the same time as him or let him know I’d be happy to have sex. I ran my fingers over my hole one more time and let him taste the juices of pleasure. He licked them up without hesitation, and as he did, I felt his throbbing glans on my tongue—it seemed like it was about to ejaculate at any moment. I slowly stood up, turned to face him from behind, leaned against the cabinet, and let him know that if he wanted to, he had my permission. He didn’t hesitate for a second and started fucking me. He held my tits, rubbed my nipples, and slowly thrust back and forth inside my wet hole. It was obvious that he was savoring every thrust, and that felt so good to me. I let him know by moaning spontaneously and grinding against him. Just then, without any warning or signs, I felt a delightful heat spreading through my womb. That pig came inside me without asking, and it brought me to orgasm. I stood there stunned, my hole filled with cum, waiting for him to pull out of me. But he left it inside and caught his breath. I gently wiggled my ass, anticipating that blissful feeling of release as he slowly slipped out of me. After about a minute, he pulled out, and a stream of cum gushed out of my gaping pussy. I squatted down in front of him again, licked his cock, and held my labia apart with my fingers so the rest of the cum would flow out of me. “You sure know how to surprise me. Now I’d like one more for the road and something to wash it down with,” I said, still a little out of breath. “No problem, let’s go,” he replied enthusiastically. I didn’t even bother wrapping myself in a towel, and we walked together to the pool, where his friend was sitting at a table, looking glum.
“Well, that’s enough,” he grumbled. “You guys were probably fucking in there or something, and all I can do here is jerk off,” he added sadly when he noticed I wasn’t wearing anything. “Don’t be a fucking jealous prick,” I replied, my eyes sparkling. I sat down next to his grumpy friend and was handed a huge shot. “And what am I supposed to think when you two come back together after half an hour, you’re beaming like the sun, and this lady here is naked?” he continued to scold his friend, and it was clear from his voice that he felt bad about it. His friend shook his head, leaned toward me, and whispered in my ear: “Hey, don’t you want to do that to him, too?” “And do you think he’d want that?” I replied, surprised, and finished my drink. “Wait,” he turned away from me, “Do you want to, or what?” he asked him. “I don’t care,” he snapped. “You hear him, you idiot,” he said in response, waving his hand dismissively at him. “Well, I’ll give it a try,” I said, stood up, knelt down in front of him, and started jerking him off. He didn’t object, but you could tell he was having a little trouble. I licked him from his balls all the way up to the tip, took him in my mouth, and started sucking him off. That was better. “So, are you happy now?” his friend asked him. “Yeah, that’ll do,” he replied. After a few minutes, he got a nice hard-on, and I thought it would be a shame not to take advantage of it and enjoy him from below, too. I stood up and sat down on him from behind. I’d been so thoroughly fucked by his friend that he slid right in like butter. I bounced on him and wiggled my ass from side to side to keep him going and get him to cum. My heels were slipping on the wet tile floor, and I could barely stay on my feet. “I’m about to come—get off!” he shouted. I quickly stood up, took him in my hand, and opened my mouth with my tongue out. Just then, a huge load gushed uncontrollably from his glans right onto my tongue—so much that I couldn’t even swallow it all. Several smaller spurts followed, landing on my face and splattering all over the place. It ran down my neck and onto my stomach. “Where—where did you even have that?” I tried to stammer. “Well, what do you expect? I haven’t had a woman in three months,” he explained, referring to the mess on my body. I smiled and blissfully spread it all over my body. “Gentlemen, I’m having a great time with you, but I really have to go now,” I told them, stood up, and went to get dressed again—hopefully for the last time. I no longer had the strength or the desire to take another shower, so I just dried myself off with a towel, got dressed, and called a ride.
As I was leaving, I peeked over at the pool to say goodbye. “Wait, how are you getting home?” called out the guy who’d fucked me in the locker room, walking behind me. “I called a cab. Why?” I asked, surprised. “Oh, right. Hold on a second,” he said and ran back into the locker room. “Here, take this for the ride, and take care. We had a great time with you,” he said mischievously, shoving some money into my hand. “Thanks, I had a great time with you guys, too,” I replied, pleasantly surprised by his gesture, and slowly made my way outside. It wasn’t until I was outside that I looked at my hand and couldn’t believe my eyes. It wasn’t enough for a taxi, but it was enough to pay a prostitute for the whole night. “Well, it was worth it,” I said aloud, already spotting the lights of an approaching car in the distance. So today wasn’t exactly peaceful, but I certainly wasn’t bored. In the taxi, I decided to sit in the back, since I couldn’t shake the feeling that the scent of slivovitz was stronger than a few pieces of gum, and since I was in a good mood, I toyed with the idea that it might be worth continuing the fun at home. It occurred to me how exciting it would be to get roughly eaten out right there in the doorway and whether anyone would notice anything was up. Lost in thought over this wild fantasy, I didn’t even realize that my hand was under my skirt and I was playing with my pussy. Fortunately, this depraved behavior was already hidden by the darkness and the occasional soft smacking sound of the engine’s roar. “I won’t be able to hold out until we get home,” flashed through my mind when I realized what I was doing, and I sped up so I could finish quickly before we reached the house. I turned my head toward the window so no one would notice, braced my knees against the front seat, and with the image of a licked pussy after sex in my mind, it was a matter of moments before I was done. I wiped my fingers on the inside of my mini-skirt and tried to calm down. When we pulled up to the house, I quickly composed myself and hurried to act out my kinky fantasy. I certainly wasn’t bored for the rest of the evening.
