The stress was getting to Carla. Having recently moved from a small town, Phoenix with six 6 million residents was hectic. Her new job, her bitchy boss, the deadlines were all piling on. Having met the latest deadlines, we escaped town and turned off our cell phones. The city turned to desert as I plotted our route up and into the mountains. My lovely wife's only response as she was lying back with eyes closed, "I do not care where we go, just get me away, Calgon take me away"!
I found the timing of the bath reference interesting as the next exit advertised: relaxing, natural, hot mineral springs. I could not pass up such a sign from heaven, pulling off the interstate into a remote desert town. The springs turned out to be less than enticing looking, ran down, and almost deserted. As I voiced my concern, Carla once again stated, "I do not care, just get me away from people". Well, this appears to be that place, it was practically abandoned.
Leaving her in the car, I stepped through the bamboo gates and up to a trailer acting as an office. I rented a cabin through the upcoming weekend and unlimited soaking for the whole 5 days to include nights. I found our "cabin" to be no more than a gardening shed with a king sized bed. The springs area was not much better. To my surprise clothing was not an option and the soaking tubs were actually horse troughs. Head down, I returned to my chronically depressed wife, "I do not think you will approve."
She snapped, "is there a bed? Is there mineral bathing?" As it met those requirements, I led her to our cabin with her hardly seeing a thing.
Carla was really out of it. Once in, I handed her a robe telling her to strip and change into it. I unloaded the car, put our food in the mini fridge, filled water bottles with wine, stripped, and put on my robe all in the time it took her to undress and pick up her robe. "I forgot my bathing suit", Carla mentioned sounding stoned as I helped her into her robe. I led her out the door without explaining that suits are not an option anyways.
Walking her into the bathing area, she did not notice the old shriveled man that walked past, nor the old leather skinned woman sitting in the lawn chair. She did not notice they were completely naked either. I removed her robe and helped her into a large circular tub.
She soaked with her eyes closed. I could see the tension leaving her face, her muscles loosening, her lovely smile returning. All things that prescription medication failed to achieve. "This place is amazing" she told me, "I love it" slowly opening her eyes.
Two elderly men walked in and began undressing at the designated changing area just a few feet in front of us. Carla let out a small laugh as they pulled their underwear off. This was probably her first laugh in a month. It was good to see her coming back.
Having stripped they strolled over to our tub striking up a small conversation. With their cocks just inches from Carla's face, they discussed how it was cooling off with the sun setting and asked about temperatures of the various tubs, reaching their hand down beside Carla's nude body to test our water. Then they puttered off. Somehow she has always attracted elderly men with her cute young face a very curvy body.
Another small laugh came from her as she whispered in my ear, "They were naked." She truly had not been aware that she, I, and the few others were nude as well. After momentary confusion, realizations flashed through her mind: the two men had seen her up close and naked, they were very pleasant, nothing we could do now as they already seen her.
Slowly processing this, she again relaxed. Only now becoming conscious of her surroundings she whispered obvious realizations in my ear. "That woman's bush is very large. His balls hang down longer than his cock. He shaves his pubic area. Did you know some old men shave their cocks? People are friendlier when naked, there would be no stress in the world if everyone was naked." Whatever thought that came into Carla's mind, came out as she slowly re-entered full consciousness.
