Syd sat inside the sauna, wrapped in a waist towel, sweating profusely. The hot rocks crackled in a basket in the corner. The walls were ringed with two tiers of cedar benches and a long, broad squat slatted table was positioned in the center. He had finished 30 minutes inside and the heat timer had expired to let the room begin its cool down.
The door opened and Syd's six therapists entered the room. Each beauty had her hair wrapped in a white head towel. Another towel was tucked across the top of her breasts and hung down to mid-thigh. None of them said a word as they took seats arrayed around the room.
Nodding to the others, Mandy, the cycling specialist, climbed down to the center of the room and removed her body towel, draping it across the low table in the center. Her breasts swayed as she took a step up on the bench towards Syd and gently grasped his hand, pulling him to climb down and stand before the terrycloth covered table. She leaned in and whispered in Syd's ear "Please choose me" before standing back with hands lightly crossed in front, assuming a shy stance of anticipation.
Syd saw a motion from the corner of his eye and Juanita, the upper body specialist, left her place on the bench and approached Syd. She stood before him and raised her arms, untucking her body towel and draping it as well over the previous layer on the table. She stood on tiptoes as she leaned in, pressing her boobs hard into Syd's chest. She whispered "Please choose me" then backed away to stand next to Mandy facing Syd.
Wandah, the swimming coach, went next, stepping down to the center well. She stood tall, eye to eye with Syd, as she pulled at the knot on her towel. Syd maintained her eye contact but saw her arms revolve down in his lower peripheral vision. He broke the stare and looked down. Wandah's exposed athletic chocolate globes were as perfect when viewed from above as they were from any other angle. She leaned in and whispered "Please chose me", then slid around Syd but brushed his hips with hers. Syd kept his gaze on the undulating ass until Wandah turned to face him, hands lowered and folded, joining in the growing line of choices.
Fujiko, the gymnast, was standing on the bottom step when Syd brought his attention back to the center of the room. She crooked a finger and motioned Syd to approach her. She was not tall enough even on tiptoes to reach Syd's ear. When Syd was standing in front of her, she reached inside his towel, grasped his cock and pulling him close, whispering "Please choose me." Syd watched as she moved to the table, removed and spread her own towel on it and joined the others in line.
Frieda, the masseuse, fairly marched on Syd, stopped short at attention and whipped her towel off. It joined the growing thickness of terrycloth padding. She pulled Syd into a bone crushing embrace, mashed her massive tits into his chest and captured his mouth in an energetic full on kiss. Her tongue massaged his. She retreated back a small gap, and for what passed as Frieda's whisper, she huskily said "Please choose me" into Syd's still open mouth. She then became the fifth in line as Syd wiggled his jaw to see if it was damaged.
Sati, the yoga guru, glided off her perch and gracefully drew near. Her glistening blue-green eyes still mesmerized Syd. She stopped in front of him and with elegant arm motions, opened her towel wide as she rotated around with her back to Syd. She dropped it on the table and, with arms still wide spread, rotated back to Syd. Her serpentine arms slithered to hook hands behind Syd's head, drawing him in to whisper "Please choose me." She walked to the end of the line.
Six nude women stood before Syd. All held their heads high with Mona Lisa smiles and hands clasped lightly in front. Syd surveyed the line from end to end and walked to stand in front of Mandy.
Mandy had the boobs that, when jiggled, had encouraged Syd's legs to cycle faster. He had placed cum inside her cunt but had not sampled the recesses of her mouth with his cock. That might be interesting. He moved to the right.
Juanita, the weight trainer, was displaying her awesome breasts that had slid over Syd's hard cock while he lay exhausted on a weight bench. She had taken his cum in her mouth but he had not fucked her vaginally. Was her cunt as good as her boob and blow jobs? Thoughtful, he move to the next in line.
Wandah, the swimmer, could give her all when she wanted but had astutely made Syd do the work and get the therapeutic exercise. His core was really strengthened by their 'workout'. She already had gotten a load of his cum in her cunt. Her breasts were modest but pleasant. He had not sampled her mouth, yet. He moved to the next in line.
