I found it hard to relax, sitting in the community hot tub's swirling bubbles. It wasn't because I was nude. I've been naked with other people many times. I suppose I was tense because of my lingering eye contact with the well-endowed female sitting directly across from me.
She wore her long light brown hair piled high on her head, secured by one of those large clips. No young chick, I placed her age somewhere in the mid-forties. That was fine with me, having passed her age a decade ago. I glanced across several times, noting the array of light freckles on her face, arms, and upper chest (the areas above the waterline). She was attractive, but not beautiful. A thin chain around her neck held an Egyptian-style cross I'd seen at other clothing optional venues. I figured that she was probably accustomed to being socially nude.
Thankfully, it was mid-afternoon and we were the only two people in the hot tub at the time. As I glanced across again, the lady opened her eyes and noticed my gaze. I didn't look away and neither did she. After a long moment, her faint smile let me know that she didn't mind my voyeurism. I smiled back, then closed my eyes.
Minutes later, I felt her foot touch mine under the water and I raised my head. She spoke for the first time. "Oh, sorry." I smiled at her. "No problem. It felt kind of nice, actually," I replied. Our feet made contact several more times, partly because I stretched out a bit more. I moved my foot, but failed to make contact, so I opened my eyes. My lady friend had raised herself out of the tub and was sitting Indian-fashion on the deck. I enjoyed my first full view.
I half expected her to have nice firm breasts. My lady had pale pink nipples, about half-dollar size. I let my eyes slowly scan over her 36C tits, and couldn't help but stare at the shiny silver barbell placed horizontally through her erect left nipple. I raised my eyes to hers and again saw a cute smile on her lips. She knew I was checking her out and she was enjoying it.
I let my eyes search lower and noted that her torso no longer sported the hourglass shape of a twenty-something girl. Rather, she displayed a more mature thickness that spoke of experience, not naivete. As I continued my inventory of her charms, she squirmed a little on the edge of the tub and let her legs open just a bit more.
Her mound was somewhat prominent. A trimmed triangle of sparse, light brown hair started well below her navel and tapered as it traversed her outer labia. My friend's slit was no more than a thin cleft in her peach. Her inner lips remained out of sight. I liked her legs too. She had long, solid-looking legs, slim ankles, and pretty feet. Her bright red toenails were perfectly trimmed. Yes, I'll admit that I have a foot fetish, in addition to my other quirks.
My lady had a light tan, but I failed to see any tan lines. I visualized her stretched out on a towel at the nude beach just a few miles distant. I looked up finally and returned her inviting smile. "The water's pretty warm today," she offered. I nodded as I continued to marvel at my good fortune. I chose an excellent hour to soak in the hot tubs. I suppose the warm water and the views of this hot woman overtook me. I smiled and nodded to her. I stepped out of the tub and reached for my towel. I moved slowly, giving her ample time to check me out. Her wide grin told me she appreciated my unhurried effort.
Moving back inside, I turned on one of the three shower heads and let the water cool me for a couple of minutes. After the refreshing shower, I retrieved my towel and walked into the community sauna. Sitting on my towel, I felt my pores open up to wash away the various toxins. As my mind began to wander back to the lady in the tub, the sauna door opened and she stepped inside. She stood for a moment, letting her eyes adjust to the low light. She noticed me on the upper tier, my back against the left wall and my left leg bent.
Smiling to herself, she mounted the upper tier and sat on her towel with her back against the opposite wall. Again, we were facing each other, this time in full view. Her naked form mesmerized me. I looked longingly at her full bust with just a slight degree of sag. My gaze returned to the little silver bar that impaled her nipple. "How long have you had it?" I asked quietly.
"Had what?" she replied as she parted her legs more.
"Your pierced nipple," I responded a bit shyly. She thought for a moment, then replied, "About seven years, a long time before piercing became so popular."
