I left the male hot spring, pausing only to pick up my little towel. It would have been rude to leave it. Even though the option had been opened to everyone, I didn't stop to check if any of the others were moving. I expected Jim would need a bit to build up his courage, and Liam and Terry probably weren't going to be into all the heterosexual flirting our group bath would invoke. They'd probably appreciate some time alone anyway.
My erection quite literally led the way as I moved through the indoor portion to the changing area. I towelled off as briskly as I thought I could get away with and pulled just my kimono on, tying it off in a pretty half-assed way. I'd only have to take a few steps to get over to the girls' side, but it could change the situation for the worse if I was spotted by someone not in on the bit. But there was no one there.
The girls' changing room was a mirror of the boys' one I'd just left. Japan trusts social decorum for a lot of its petty security, so there were no lockers, only shelves of low wicker baskets filled with clothes. I saw colourful sets of bras and panties on the piles and thought about how alluring they might have been attached to bodies. It was a strange thing to think about, considering I was about to just see the bodies instead. I shucked my single garment into a free basket and collected a new hand towel. They'd been near-useless while I was flaccid, and stood no chance against my boner, but I felt like I had to have one. Time in Japan does nothing if not impress upon you the value of politeness, even when you were throwing all other social rules to the wayside for a sexually charged mixed bathing experience.
I crept nakedly through the blue-tile expanse of the girls' baths, noting the sauna off to the side -- a feature wall of condensation-fogged glass. I was nervous in a way hadn't been since the night I'd lost my virginity. I kept thinking someone would leap out and yell at me for being somewhere I didn't belong. My mind conjured images of all the girls appearing, fully clothed, and laughing at my nudity, at the presumption they actually wanted me in their space, at my physique, my length, and how I'd trimed my pubes. But I swallowed my anxiety and pressed forward. Nude hangouts with groups of fun girls didn't often come to guys who can't get out of their own heads.
Their voices led me to the outside baths. Politely, I held my washcloth in front of my crotch. About seven and a half inches in front of it. From directly ahead I wouldn't be too obscene, but if you looked from even the slightest of angles it was obvious how hard I was.
The girls cheered and clapped as I slid the door open and my worries evaporated. Since I was standing out here in the cool night air and they were in the pool up to their shoulders, I was the only one exposed, just like in one of my intrusive anxiety nightmares, but the atmosphere was supportive. There was a tray by the side of the spring with a half-empty bottle of sake and set of cups. I hadn't thought we were allowed to bring alcohol into the actual baths. It explained a lot. I let my posture ease, the hand with the towel going to me side. "Naked hangouts!" I joined the cheer, throwing my arms up and shaking my hips. My erection swung proudly from side to side as the girls hollered. Tamara raised her arms too, the motion pulling her tits out of the water. They were even more wonderful up close. Her nipples stood out in hard eraser nubs. I was glad not to be the only one visibly aroused by what we were doing. I was also glad to see boobs.
I leapt into the pool. Water exploded around me, which would have been pretty rude if we were sharing the bath with anyone else. I settled in as the water calmed, surrounded by no less than five naked girls.
There was Tamara, the lithe-bodied girl I'd been chatting with; her friend Jackie, tall and chesty with straight, platinum hair and a treble clef tattooed near her collarbone; Bryn, who had a cute face, wide shoulders and short brunette locks; Tessa, who had pink tips, an undercut and a boyfriend not on the trip she kept mentioning, just to make it clear she was off-limits (hadn't made her shy about eyeing up my naked body though); and ginger, freckled Nadia with the curves -- her freckles did not stop at her neck, or even the waterline. They were all attractive in their own ways, and they'd all been fun to talk to and get to know in the casual setting of the past couple weeks. I might have dared to hope for the chance to get laid in a foreign country with one person, but never that I might be showing off my hard cock to all of their eager smiles at once. Never could have even dreamed I might actually glimpse them all in the nude as the evening went on, even Miss I-Have-a-Boyfriend.
The conversation went on surprisingly naturally and normally from there. We talked about the same stuff we'd been talking about the whole time, made the same jokes, laughed the same way. The sake and the lightheaded effect of the spring had us all animated and gesturing as we spoke. Within ten minutes four out of five ladies had incidentally flashed at least one nipple. Tamara was by now shameless about having her whole chest out of the water. Tessa had a shield piercing on her right tit. Bryn remained the only holdout, being careful about what she showed. My gaze kept falling to the waterline, betraying how hard I was hoping for each new glimpse of soft flesh. But when I caught myself and wrenched my eyes back up to a girl's face, I always found a smile waiting.
Jackie decided she wanted more to drink, and the movement it took to reach the tray and pour made her the second girl to completely and deliberately get her whole upper body out of the water. She was leaned forward, her large breasts hanging, swaying, their long nipples skimming the surface of the pool. Water cascaded off them, running in rivers from her back. I stared. I was open and unabashed about it.
Hey, I'm only human.
