Awakened In The Clearing

The thermal spring felt like something out of a travel brochure, tucked into a clearing, steam rising in slow, lazy curls that blurred the edges of the water. Sunlight filtered through the tall trees, dappling the mossy ground and making the whole place feel hidden and private. Even the air seemed softer here, warmer, like it belonged to another world.

I gripped my towel tighter, the damp heat already clinging to my skin. Nearby, two older women wandered past, naked, their bodies catching the light in ways that felt too natural to be awkward. They chatted easily in a language I didn't understand, completely at ease with themselves. I swallowed hard, my stomach flipping at the thought of joining them, of actually going naked, in public, with David right there.

David caught my eye and grinned. "Bec, you're thinking about it," he said, voice teasing but low. I tried to laugh it off, but it came out thin. "Only because you are. I bet you wouldn't do it."

His grin widened, but I caught the flicker of nerves in his eyes. "Oh, I would." He adjusted his grip on his towel, betraying himself. "In fact, I will. If you do."

I stared at him, my heart thumping. His confidence was usually effortless, 188 centimetres, lean but strong, built from running and swimming. But now, his shoulders slouched just slightly, the flush creeping up his neck giving him away. It unsettled me, seeing him like that, uncertain, but also made it harder to back down.

I squared my shoulders. "Fine," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "Let's do it. But no backing out."

David hesitated, his fingers twitching on the edge of his towel. Then he nodded. "Deal."

We stepped closer to the water, the moss soft underfoot and the steam curling around our ankles as we moved. I sat down on a flat rock and set my things aside, the bubbling spring just a few steps away.

David shifted beside me, fidgeting with his towel. He wasn't usually like this, hesitant, unsure. Watching him felt like staring at a cracked mask, something too new to know how to name. It made me feel braver, even as the heat crawled up my neck.

"Ready?" I asked, the word sharper than I intended. He nodded, but the movement was quick, almost too quick, like he needed to act before he changed his mind. We dropped our towels.

The first thing I noticed was the sun, how it warmed every inch of my skin, even places I usually kept hidden. It felt strange, unfamiliar, almost too much. Instinctively, I folded my arms over my chest, pressing my small breasts against my forearms. My dark curls were neatly trimmed, but even that didn't stop the feeling of being exposed or seen.

I glanced down at myself. Fit, sure, but nothing special. I'd always thought of myself as plain, good enough in clothes, maybe, but not much else. But then David's eyes found me, his cheeks pink, his gaze wide and lingering.

"You look..." he started, his voice quieter than usual. He hesitated, then smiled, almost shyly. "Good."

The word landed heavier than it should have. I smiled back, nervous but unable to ignore the way my stomach fluttered. "Thanks."

My eyes drifted down to him before I could stop myself. His cock hung soft against his thigh, uncut, the loose skin shifting slightly as he moved. He shifted under my gaze, his hand twitching at his side, his chest rising just a bit faster.

I could tell he wasn't as comfortable as he was trying to seem.

David had never said it outright, but I knew he worried about his size. He'd made enough offhand comments about porn and "what girls expect" for me to piece it together. But there was nothing wrong with him, far from it.

When soft, sure, he was average. But when he got hard? His cock was beautiful: long, smooth, perfectly proportioned to the rest of his lean, athletic frame. Just thinking about it made my cheeks flush.

I looked away quickly, the heat spreading low and sharp.

"Hallo!"

The voice startled me, warm, easy, the kind that carried confidence. I looked up to see a man and a woman approaching from the spring. Older, maybe mid-40s, but something about them felt younger, like they belonged here in a way I didn't yet.

The woman smiled first. Her black hair, streaked with grey, was pinned into a loose bun, stray strands framing her face. Her hips swayed as she walked, her full thighs brushing slightly, her breasts moving freely, the darker skin of her nipples exposed without hesitation.

I felt David shift beside me, his breath hitching just slightly. I glanced at him, at the way his eyes flicked down and then back up, fast enough to pretend he hadn't looked but too slow to hide the flush creeping up his neck.

"Beautiful, yes?" the woman said, gesturing toward the water. Her accent gave her away, Romanian, but her English was clear.

I nodded, clutching my towel. David's hand brushed my lower back, light but deliberate, like he needed to remind himself I was there. Or maybe he needed to remind me.

The man beside her stepped closer. Shorter than David, maybe 180cm, but stockier, rounded but solid, like someone used to lifting and working with his hands. His chest was broad, dusted lightly with hair, and his cock hung soft but heavy. Shorter than David's, but thicker, so thick it seemed impossible to ignore.

David noticed. I saw the flicker of comparison in his face, the way his shoulders squared slightly, like he had something to prove.

The woman tilted her head. "Ana," she said, tapping her chest, then gestured to the man. "Mihai."

I cleared my throat. "Bec."

David added quickly, "David," his voice steadier now, but his eyes flicked to Mihai's cock before darting back to Ana's face.

Mihai's grin sharpened. He didn't say anything, but his gaze dropped briefly, to where David's hand rested on my hip, to the towel still clutched in my fingers, before returning to David's eyes. It wasn't hostile, but it wasn't casual either.

Mihai said something else, gesturing to the water.

Ana translated. "You try? The water is very good. Relaxing."

David hesitated, his fingers tightening on my hip. I caught the way his eyes flicked to Ana again, to the soft curve of her stomach, the gentle sway of her breasts, the smoothness of her bare pubis, and then quickly back to me. He looked rattled. Not jealous, exactly. Unsettled.

I swallowed, suddenly aware of how different our bodies were.

Ana's body was soft and full, her hips wide, her arse round, the curve of her stomach smooth above her waxed pubis, bare and shining slightly in the light. Her legs were thick but shapely, her thighs pressing together naturally as she moved. There was no hesitation in the way she carried herself, nothing to hide.

I glanced down at myself. My hips were narrower, my arse smaller, firmer. My legs were long, lean from running, my thighs set slightly apart even when I stood straight. My breasts sat higher, smaller, neater, but there was something girlish about them compared to Ana's heavier curves.

And then there was my hair, shorter than it used to be, trimmed but still long enough to curl slightly at the edges. It felt deliberate, a choice, but next to Ana's smoothness, it suddenly seemed unfinished, like I hadn't quite committed to the look or the confidence that came with it.

David's hand pressed slightly harder into my back, like he'd sensed the comparison before I had.

Mihai noticed, too. His eyes flicked between us, between my smaller, tighter frame and Ana's softness, and his grin didn't waver. If anything, it lingered.

Ana tilted her head, watching us. "You come?" she asked, gesturing toward the water again. "You try?"

Before either of us could answer, another voice cut in.

"Hallo."

I turned to see him, the solo man. Tall, wiry, his skin tanned and weathered. His cock hung smaller than Mihai's, compact but uncut, and he walked like he didn't give a shit who saw it.

David's breath caught. I felt it, even without looking, the way his hand shifted slightly against me. He wasn't used to this, to seeing other men bare, to being bare himself.

The solo man smiled, first at David, then at me. His eyes lingered just long enough to make my stomach flip before he spoke. "You are new, yes?" he asked, his German-accented English soft but easy.

David nodded too quickly. "Yeah. First time. Just, trying it out." His voice cracked slightly, and I felt my pulse skip in secondhand embarrassment.

The solo man's smile widened. "Good. You will like it," he said, then turned to Mihai and greeted him in Romanian.

Mihai grinned and responded. Their exchange was quick, their voices light and playful. I didn't catch the words, but the way Mihai gestured toward David, his eyes flicking briefly to his cock and then back to his face, made my stomach tighten.

Ana leaned in slightly, her dark eyes catching mine. "They talk always," she said with a wink. "Men, they think this place is theirs."

David let out a nervous laugh, but his grip on my hip didn't ease. His cock twitched slightly, and I wondered if he'd even noticed, or if it was just the tension, the heat of being here, like this.

Ana tilted her head, watching us. "You come?" she asked, gesturing toward the water again. "You try?"

David hesitated, his jaw tight as his eyes flicked between Mihai and the solo man. I could feel him weighing it, the size of Mihai, the confidence of the solo man, the way Ana looked at him. At both of us.

Finally, I nodded. "We'll try."

David swallowed hard and followed.

The five of us stood by the lake, the mountains sharp against the sky, the water shimmering in the late afternoon light. Steam drifted faintly above the surface, curling around our ankles as the air thickened, not from heat, but from something quieter, heavier.

Ana stretched, her arms raised high, her breasts lifting as she rolled her shoulders. "Beautiful, yes?" she said, her accent smoothing the words.

I nodded, but my focus flicked sideways to David. He'd been quiet since Ana and Mihai joined us, his eyes darting too quickly between the horizon and the bodies around him.

Mihai stood beside her, broad and solid, his cock hanging thick but soft, the weight of it noticeable even at rest. Jürgen was looser, leaner, his cock slender and curved even as it began to stir slightly.

And David? He was trying too hard to stay still.

I caught the shift in him first, the faint stiffening of his shoulders, the slight twitch of his hand at his side. Then it happened.

His cock twitched. Once. Twice. And then it thickened visibly, rising as blood rushed to it, the foreskin slipping back as the head swelled darker.

David noticed too late. His breath caught, and his hand shot to his thigh, hovering awkwardly like he couldn't decide whether to cover himself or pretend it wasn't happening.

"Shit," he hissed under his breath, his other hand scrubbing nervously through his hair.

Ana's eyes flicked down, catching the movement immediately. Her lips twitched, not unkind, but amused, and she turned slightly toward Mihai, saying something in Romanian.

Mihai glanced over and grinned. "Good," he said, his voice warm and full. "Very strong."

David's face burned. "It's, uh, sorry. It's not, I mean, it's just, " He stopped, gesturing helplessly toward the water, toward me, toward nothing at all. "I didn't mean to."

The German stepped forward then, his movements unhurried, his posture relaxed despite the tension crackling through the group.

"Jürgen," he said, nodding slightly as he introduced himself. His accent softened the edges of the word, but his voice carried easily. "And don't worry. It's normal. Common, even, for men, especially, the first time."

David's eyes flicked to him, still wide, still unsure.

"Bodies respond," Jürgen continued, his tone smooth but deliberate. "New place. New people. No clothes." He gestured lightly toward David's cock, still standing hard and straight, then toward Mihai. "Look, his too."

David's gaze snapped sideways, and I saw it too. Mihai's cock had thickened, the veins rising along the shaft, the flared head darkening as it swelled, not fully hard, but unmistakably responding.

Mihai grinned, completely unbothered. He let his hand rest casually on his hip, not bothering to hide himself.

Jürgen smiled, stepping slightly closer. "Even mine," he said lightly, glancing down at himself. His cock, long and slender, curved upward as it began to harden, the pink head rising slowly. "It's the air, the sun... the attention."

David let out a shaky breath, his hand falling away from his thigh but still hovering slightly, as if it didn't quite know where to settle.

"It passes," Jürgen said with an easy shrug. "Or it doesn't. Either way, it's fine."

"Straight," Jürgen said, his accent softening the edges of the word. "Very nice."

David blinked, his mouth opening and closing like he wanted to speak but couldn't quite find the words. His cock twitched again, hard and exposed, the ridge of the head glistening in the sunlight.

I saw the panic in his eyes, the heat rising in his cheeks, the way his shoulders tensed. He looked at me, pleading silently for reassurance, but all I could do was stare.

Beside him, Ana tilted her head, her dark eyes lingering on him. Her gaze wasn't shy or dismissive, it was steady, almost assessing, but without cruelty.

"Very good," she said finally, her accent softening the words. "Strong."

David let out a shaky breath. "Thanks," he said, the word barely audible. His hands twitched at his sides like he still didn't know what to do with them.

I swallowed hard, feeling my thighs press together as heat bloomed low and heavy. I couldn't look away, couldn't stop noticing the way David's cock stood so rigid, so unguarded, or the way Ana's eyes lingered on it.

And Ana, she wasn't unaffected. Her nipples were darker now, firmer, the curve of her belly shifting slightly as she adjusted her stance. Her thighs pressed closer, and I saw it then, the faint sheen between them, the smoothness of her waxed skin catching the light.

Mihai shifted, his grin widening as he stepped closer. His cock, though shorter than David's and far shorter than Jürgen's, was thicker, at least twice Jürgen's girth and still noticeably thicker than David's. Even semi-hard, it looked heavy, the veins bulging along its shaft as blood pushed through it. The dark, flared head hung forward, weighted and swollen.

I caught myself staring, trying to make sense of it, the sheer width of Mihai's cock, almost blunt compared to the length and curve of Jürgen's or the leaner smoothness of David's.

Jürgen stepped closer, his cock now fully erect, and the differences became impossible to ignore. He was longer than David, easily by a few centimetres, and the curve made it seem even more pronounced as if it had been shaped to push deeper, higher. But he was slimmer too, his shaft elegant in contrast to Mihai's raw thickness.

David stood between them, his cock straight and rigid, its smooth length slightly thicker than Jürgen's but nowhere near Mihai's girth.

I'd never seen anything like them, Mihai's sheer size or Jürgen's length. David's was familiar, but seeing it now, surrounded by the others, it looked different. More refined than Mihai's, more solid than Jürgen's, but suddenly less certain of itself.

Mihai's gaze flicked between them, his grin widening as he said something low in Romanian to Ana. Her lips twitched, but her eyes stayed fixed on David.

"Different," she said finally, her voice thoughtful. "But all good."

Jürgen nodded, gesturing lightly toward himself. "Bodies are different," he said, his voice even. "But good."

Ana's gaze flicked to me. "You like?" she asked, her tone amused but certain.

I didn't answer. Not out loud. But my body betrayed me. My thighs pressed together, heat tightening low and sharp, and I couldn't stop staring at them, all of them.

David's cock, so familiar, almost delicate next to Mihai's blunt girth.

I felt exposed, my cheeks hot, my breath shallow, but I didn't want to move. Didn't want to stop looking.

David let out another shaky breath, and I reached for his arm, my fingers brushing against his skin. "You're beautiful," I said quietly, but the words felt bigger than just reassurance.

His shoulders eased, and his cock twitched again, as though responding to the words.

Ana smiled, her dark eyes catching mine. "You like," she repeated, this time not amused, just certain.

I swallowed, because I did. I liked it too much.

Ana leaned back against the rock, her dark eyes warm but steady. "Now... us," she said softly, her accent curling the words like this was the most natural thing in the world.

Her legs parted, slow and deliberate, her smooth skin catching the sunlight as she leaned into the pose. Her waxed pubis gleamed faintly, the light emphasizing the neatness of her lips, the way her labia seemed to tuck together so perfectly, seamless and soft.

David froze beside me. I felt the tension in him before I saw it, his breath hitching, his cock twitching visibly where it stood, hard and exposed.

Ana's gaze flicked to him, not unkind but lingering, her body open and unguarded in a way that made my throat tighten.

I swallowed, my stomach flipping as I looked down at myself.

I wasn't waxed smooth like Ana. My pubic hair was trimmed, but thick enough to curl where it grew, darker than the rest of my skin. And my lips, my labia, were nothing like hers. They didn't press neatly together or stay hidden.

My labia majora were soft and full, rounding out in a way that made me feel more exposed rather than covered. And my inner lips, longer, darker, pressed out slightly, folding over themselves like petals that never fully closed. I'd always worried about them. Worried they looked messy. Unruly. Like something meant to be tucked away but couldn't quite fit.

Ana tilted her head toward me, her expression shifting, not pity, but encouragement. "You," she said, her voice low. "Show too."

I froze. The urge to close my legs slammed into me. But David turned, his voice breaking slightly.

"You don't have to," he said quickly. But I saw it in his eyes, how badly he wanted me to. Not to show me off, but to know I wasn't afraid. That I was here with him.

I swallowed and nodded, forcing my knees apart as I leaned back against the rock. My thighs tensed at first, my breath quick and shallow as the air brushed between my legs. But then my fingers moved, light, deliberate, brushing over the curls at my pubis before sliding lower.

I parted myself, letting my folds open, wet and glistening under the light.

Mihai's breath caught. It was low, almost guttural, and when I looked up, his eyes were locked on me. There was nothing polite about it, no teasing, no humour. Just hunger. The kind that felt like it belonged somewhere darker, more private.

My stomach twisted, heat rolling through me even as my thighs quivered. I didn't know if it was shame or arousal, or both, but I couldn't bring myself to close my legs. Not with the way he was looking at me.

Mihai said something low in Romanian, his voice rougher than before, and Ana glanced at him, smiling faintly.

"Very beautiful," Jürgen said suddenly, stepping closer.

I looked at him, and my eyes dropped despite myself. His cock stood long and thin, curving sharply upward, the head almost delicate compared to Mihai's thick, blunt girth.

I blinked. It seemed almost surreal how long it was. Longer than David's, much longer, but so narrow. I tried to picture it inside a woman, the way it might bend to fit, and my stomach tightened at the thought. Would it even reach the right places? Or would it feel like too much, like being speared?

Jürgen didn't seem concerned. He stroked himself lightly, his movements slow and deliberate, completely at ease in his body. "Very different," he said, nodding toward Mihai. "But all good."