Sally pushed through the door into the Spa reception area and picked up her white fluffy towel from the receptionist
She went over to the changing area and began to undress. It was strange she thought that during the day, most people who came to the Spa would be wearing swimsuits and yet none would visit in the evening and experience the Spa as it should be.
It had been a good day, she and Tom had busy since breakfast. She loved these long weekends at the holiday village, which was tucked away in the forest in East Anglia. They had started with a long leisurely walk through the forest, listening to the calls of the pheasants and after breakfast they had cycled to the Sports Pavilion to play badminton.
So it had gone on throughout the day, moving from one activity to another. Now she was ready to chill out and get some deep heat into her muscles, as although it had been sunny, the cold February winds had finally managed to chill her.
She wrapped her towel around her and looked across the pool. There were a number of couples and one or two singles, probably more than had been here yesterday evening. Sally wondered where Tom had got to; normally he had come through the men's changing room before her and was waiting.
She stood for several minutes looking around her, waiting for Tom. This was strange she thought and then it clicked into place. Last night as they lay in bed, he had talked about pretending to be strangers when they met up, and seeing where that led.
OK, she thought, if that's the game, let's play!
She moved to the first stage of the Spa experience and sat on the tiled bench with her feet in the bubbling warm water. As she leant back against the heated seat, she felt her towel slip but she did not attempt to adjust it.
After five minutes or so she stood, tightened her towel around her waist, leaving her breasts free and headed for the sauna.
She had to admit that the sauna was not her favourite place, as the heat was too fierce for her delicate skin. Sally much preferred the gentler moist heat of the Turkish Hammam or steam room. Luckily when she looked through the door of the sauna, she could she that all the benches were occupied, so she continued on to the Hammam.
Even now there was no sign of Tom; he was certainly playing the game Sally thought. She dropped her towel and hung it on one of the pegs outside the door. She opened the glass door and the steam swirled around her, she found it difficult to see in the subdued lighting.
Sally sat down on the lowest bench near the entrance and allowed herself to become adjusted to the clouds of steam. After a few minutes she heard a movement and could see that a couple were moving off the top bench towards the door. As they did so, through the steam she could see that one of the other occupants was also adjusting their position.
After a few minutes, her eyes became adjusted to the conditions and she realised that she was now sitting directly opposite a well built guy. She looked around and saw that they were the only occupants.
This was so weird she thought, here we are completely naked, less than six feet from each other and yet ignoring each other.
Suddenly the door opened, causing another cloud of steam to rise. As it settled, Sally looked up and saw that it was Tom who had arrived; he stepped in and sat on a higher bench between them.
So he was playing 'The game' she thought.
The three of them sat there in silence, when, with an exaggerated sigh Tom got up and left. The stranger who was now facing directly towards Sally smiled and stretched his legs out in front of him. He was tall; probably six inches taller than Tom thought Sally and very well muscled. As she rubbed her hands across her face, Sally took the opportunity to look at her neighbour. He was tanned, even though it was early February and he certainly worked out.
His cock lay across his thigh and Sally was certain that it was larger that it had been when Tom entered.
