“Um, thanks, but I’m fine.” I smiled tightly and kept walking. Sure, I was horny, but not for a guy who was more inebriated than me. I looked back as I walked away and saw that his eyes lingered on me as well. For a split second, I imagined them lingering on all of me, but then I kept walking.
I paused at the entrance to the soaking tubs, wanting to get my bearings. There were about a dozen people relaxing in them. I noticed, with my cheeks blushing, that the water gave a clear view of the people in the tubs.
Willow was right: everyone took advantage of the clothing optional status of this spa.
Women and men of all shapes and sizes were enjoying themselves under the full moon, and I noticed a few couples resting closely together. I couldn’t imagine myself doing that here; my body would betray me.
If I was close up next to a naked guy right then, I wouldn’t have been able to contain myself. I’d need to jump out of the tub and find a bathroom stall to rub myself down. My body responded so easily, and I thought it was because it had been so long since I had really been satisfied.
Walking past the tubs, I opened a wooden door and let myself into a dressing area outside of the sauna. I slipped off my robe and boots and grabbed a towel from the stack. Adjusting the triangle cups of my top, I took a deep breath.
I’d been worried I wouldn’t be able to get my mind off work, but that clearly wasn’t a problem for me. And my friends didn’t seem to matter, either. Even though they were the whole reason we were on this trip, suddenly all I could think about was how badly I needed a man to touch me.Chapter ThreeThe dry sauna was thick with hot air, and my shoulders relaxed immediately as my skin soaked up the heat. It was dark, but small windows near the ceiling let in a bit of moonlight.
I bit my lip, realizing everyone here also took heed of the clothing optional status of this part of the property. There were three levels of benches stacked around the sauna, with wooden walls paneling us in. Two women sat quietly near one another, their breasts hanging for me to see, and a couple of guys sat on different benches, their cocks resting between their legs.
Thankfully, it was dark enough that I couldn’t get a clear view—not that I wanted to. Sure, they were naked, but this wasn’t some orgy retreat. People were just relaxing without their clothes on. Nothing more than that, I told myself, as I set my towel on the highest bench and exhaled.
I closed my eyes and felt my skin begin to drip with sweat. I leaned back and let the drama of my friends and the stresses of work continue to evaporate into the air around me. The door opened and closed a handful of times, but I kept my eyes shut and just reveled in the quiet. Completely relaxed, I decided to lie down on my towel.
I opened my eyes and realized I was alone. everyone else must have cleared out while I rested. Feeling a bit more free, I glanced nervously around the empty room. Sweat dripped between my breasts and across my thighs.
Remembering how I’d felt when I walked past the guys in the serenity garden, and my desire to have a taste of liberation, I turned my back to the door and untied the strings of my top. Smiling, I let my large, round breasts drop against my sweaty skin.
My nipples were still hard. I didn’t trust myself to take off my bottoms; with no one there I had an idea where my fingers might travel. Sure, I wanted to feel liberated for a moment, but I didn’t want to explore some sort of PDA with myself.
I lay down on my towel, my hands resting against my flat stomach. I was overly aware of the rise and fall of my chest as sweat continued to pool between my breasts. Licking my lips, I thought of the guy in the serenity garden—stoned or not, he was hot.
Lost in thought, I startled as the door to the sauna opened once again. As if reading my mind, the garden guy sauntered in, with a towel covering his dick but nothing else.
“Looks like you found your way after all,” he said, smiling at me. In the dark I could make out a faint dimple in his cheek, and silently willed him to turn around so I could see if he had a matching one on his butt cheek.
Answering my silent desire, he turned to grab another towel from the stack in the corner. As he did, he revealed that his perfectly shaped ass had a dimple on the lower left side.