A few years ago, there was a man I was seeing. He was sexy as fuck, and I was really into him. He mentioned in passing that he knew a place he used to visit. A spa, but with a difference - a place where everybody gets naked. He told me very little about it, but made a throwaway comment that I’d probably be too scared to go. Of course, this was a comment intentionally made to see what I’d say. I laughed a little nervously, saying it sounded exciting. I remember thinking, getting naked in front of strangers sounds terrifying!! All the silly things that you worry about. What if my makeup runs? What will people think of my body? Of course, I told him I’d go, said I’d be fine. We made a plan to visit a few days later.
The night before, I couldn’t sleep. Nervous, excited… I had done some research, read the reviews, looked at the photos. Did my best to be prepared for every eventuality. Psyched myself up, and thought about how much fun we might have together there.
The next day, I drove to our meeting spot. I sat in my car, my heart pounding, waiting for him to arrive. I heard his car, saw him pull up next to me, watched him get out and walk confidently over to my car and open my passenger door. He got in, closed the door, looked into my eyes and said, “Are you ready?” I nodded. He kissed me; the scent of his gum and a faint hint of his on-the-road garage sandwich on his breath. I thought, how can you eat at a time like this? We got out of the car and into his, then a few moments later we were there. I thought, stay cool. Deep breath. It’ll be fun…
We arrived at the door to the venue. He opened the door for me, and we entered the tight hallway. We were greeted by a polite young lady, who gave us each a towel then buzzed us in. I obediently followed my guy into the locker room, and as the door slammed shut behind me, I realised it was too late to change my mind. He opened a locker, started to undress. He watched me carefully as I followed suit. I felt other eyes on me; there was a stranger getting dressed to leave. He noticed me the moment I walked in, purposely seeming to slow down as he zipped up his trousers. I got down to my panties, quickly wrapped myself in my towel and picked my panties up off the floor. I smiled nervously at my guy, he stuffed our things away and he took my hand to lead me into the lounge area.
I quickly ascertained it was not very busy. It was deliciously warm, there was music playing softly in the background. I was the only woman there. I was led down a flight of spiral stairs to the spa area, then to a hot tub big enough for two. As he took off his towel and climbed down into the hot water, I followed as quickly as I could, realising my ass was on show to several men who were wandering around. I blushed, then as I sank into the water, feeling the sting of heat on my skin, I tried to control my breath and urge to cry out. It was hot! After a few moments, as I became acclimatised to the temperature, I started to relax. He moved a little closer, put his hand on my knee, then my thigh… we began to chat, laugh, relax. I wanted to get even closer, so I moved along the tiles until our legs were touching. His hand began to stroke my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to my pussy. I could feel that familiar tug, that delicious feeling of getting excited. I knew if he touched me there, I’d be slippery, ready to take his hard cock. He suddenly said, “Let’s go check out the rest of the place” and grabbed my hand again. We walked to the jacuzzi, checked out a few men sitting there, chilling. Then the steam room, the dipping pool, the saunas. “Want to cool off?” he asked me. I nodded, laughed a little nervously. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but I trusted he'd keep me safe. We went and got a drink of water, sat together and watched people come and go. It was getting busier now, and I spotted a rather odd couple; an older man with a beautiful young woman, walking towards the stairs. As we sat and drank, there were still lots of men wandering around, men of all shapes and sizes and ages. I watched several of them get a fresh towel, seemingly not to mind everyone seeing them naked. I started to relax into it, started to lose my nerves.
“Ready to go?” He asked, a slight smile on his lips, a glint in his eye. “Where?” I replied, already knowing the answer. “Upstairs.” He stood up and I took his offered hand, followed him up the spiral stairs, my heart beating hard in my chest. Please don’t let anyone follow us, I thought, as we approached the door. I could hear noises on the other side. Fuck. No going back, I said to myself, as we walked through the door…. |
