We decided to be polite to the other guests and rinse off our sweat and fluids in the showers before going back outside. Tamara sat on a stool in front of me and pulled her hair around to the front so I could wash her back. There was a softer, more sensual intimacy in massaging soap into the long, non-erogenous expanse of her spine and shoulders. A quick fuck was one thing, but cleaning each other up seemed somehow more personal.
I stepped in, pressing my bare chest and still-recovering penis into the smooth slipperiness of her body, reaching my arms around her. We were so completely naked to each other, skin against skin all the way down. Under the guise of washing, I fondled her breasts, pinching and pulling her nipples, ticking the areola in spirals until I felt them harden under my touch. I caressed her midsection, smearing it with soap bubbles in slow, downward strokes until I reached her thighs. I spread them -- she shivered with anticipation, but I let that feeling build by taking my time with the fronts and insides of her legs, enjoying their firmness, tracing the outlines of her tattooed finches. Her breathing was heavy and punctuated by small gasps by the time I started washing around her pussy and pubic mound. At that point, my weak flesh had caught up to my willing spirit. I knew she would have felt my cock stiffen into the small of her back and noticed the way I shifted to let it complete its passage from downward pointing to upward. I rinsed the soap off my hands and fingered her properly, grinding my hardness into her back.
After a while, she squeaked out that we should trade places and I was on the receiving end of the same process. She tried to tease, but I'd made her impatient. She washed my whole body as I had hers, drinking in the sensuality of it, just faster and more eagerly.
"Oho, you've got sensitive nipples then?" I had shivered when she tweaked them while washing my chest. "That's fun in a guy."
"I can't help what feels good."
"Then how does this feel?" She draped herself over my shoulders. Her tits pressed into my shoulders. Her hands hung low, rubbing up and down my thighs and cock. She found my balls and groped at them, reaching underneath to stroke my taint as well, as best she could reach it while I was sitting. She played with me like that for a while, pushing her front into my back, where there was no friction at all between our skins and we slid and glided up and down each other. Agonizingly, she didn't finish me off, though I did have to agree we'd probably be there a while if she had, considering how recent the last two were.
"We should get back to the others if we're going to hang out again."
I wouldn't have cared if I never saw anyone else ever again if it meant we could keep doing that, but I agreed to join her back outside.
We got up in time to see Jim jerking himself completion over an eagerly kneeling Bryn. Despite my fixation on Tamara, I'd never been able to totally forget they were right next to us during our games. I wondered how much they'd watched, or if they'd just totally focussed on each other. He came explosively, leaving ropes of white gel hanging over Bryn's face, chest and hair. I added "cum-covered" to my mental list of intimate ways I'd seen her.
I fought an internal battle not to start working my own shaft at the image.
"We might be another minute," she said. "You guys go on."
Tamara and I made our way back toward the outdoor baths. Both of us had our towels draped casually over our shoulders. Why bother hiding? Everyone here had already seen it all, and they all knew what we'd just been doing. It felt amazingly naughty to be so casually naked, aroused and hooking up. Even with past girlfriends, and even in the most unfiltered of "locker room talk" scenarios, I'd never felt like I could be this open and explicit with my body, my horniness and my desire to look and be seen. I wondered again if Jim and Bryn were already distracted with cleaning each other or if they were taking a moment to watch us walk away side by side and bare-assed. Tamra has quite the rear on her, and I'd say I do alright for myself, so they should both have had a view to enjoy.
It turned out the girls in the hot spring had found their own entertainment while we had our fun, maybe sparked by Jordan's arrival. I guessed that because her and Jackie were both out of the water on the side of the pool in a sixty-nine position. Jackie's head was toward the door, and she looked up when she heard us arrive. Juice glistened on her chin. Below, Jordan's cunt was displayed to us, overflowing with lubrication and featuring no less than three silver piercings in her labia, glinting in the moonlight.
"Hey girl!" she said gleefully, "did you get it?"