This story continues the day after my previous one, The Full Spa Experience, in which Sylvie and Anna discovered the pleasures of going naked at the spa. You can enjoy this without having read that one, but if you want the full backstory and more descriptions of these two women, check that out first.
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"No, honestly, don't worry about it! You should go, have fun."
"Are you sure? Ah you're the best!"
The two Frenchwomen, Sylvie and Anna, sat on Sylvie's bed in her Amsterdam flat. Anna had been visiting Sylvie over the last week to get over a series of disasters at home, including losing her job and her first ever boyfriend on the same day. Her trip to the Netherlands had been very eventful, mainly due to a visit to the spa that had ended with her being seen naked by dozens of people and sitting on an erect man's lap.
This evening's plans seemed somewhat less exciting. Sylvie's date had just called her to ask if they could reschedule their first dinner together from next week to today, as he needed to leave for a while on business. Fortunately for Sylvie, Anna was happy to be flexible.
After her time in the spa, Anna had spent the whole night and next day feeling electrified. Being naked in front of so many people had been one of the most mortifying experiences in her life, but when she looked back on it, she felt...well, horny, there was no other word for it. Exposing herself to a man across from her in the hammam, and then 'falling' into his lap, had left her longing to be touched. But sharing Sylvie's bedroom had meant she hadn't had the time to herself that she'd needed.
"Of course," Anna reassured her friend, "just go out and enjoy yourself. I'll see you when you get back, though I hope for your sake that's late!"
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Once Sylvie had slipped out the door for her date later that evening, dressed in a sleek green dress that clung to her slender body, Anna made herself a simple pasta with a glass of Pinot Noir. As she was finishing eating, she heard a key turn in the door. It was one of Sylvie's roommates, Emil, a German law student. Given the difficulty of finding an affordable place in Amsterdam -- even as a lawyer -- Sylvie had found a place online with two other young expats. One of them was off on holiday, but the one was just walking into the living room.
Anna smiled at Emil shyly. He was a bit younger than her, at 23, and was an almost stereotypically German looking German: tall, blond, athletic, and excluding health and vitality. He didn't necessarily seem to Anna to have the intelligence to be a lawyer, but maybe that was the language barrier. Anna's English was quite poor, and her German was even worse.
"Bonsoir! You...ah, want the food?"
"No thank you! I ate already after the gym," he barked out happily. For a student, Emil seemed to spend more time hitting the gym and the nightclubs than the books.
They both tried to make conversation as she cleared up her dinner, but fell into a comfortable silence that saved them having to recall their English and French from schooldays. As she cleaned, Anna sneakily studied how Emil perched on the couch, stretching after the gym. His tight black t-shirt, worn despite the cold Dutch autumn, accentuated the strong muscles around his neck, shoulders, and upper arms. His body reminded her of the muscled man she'd flirted with -- well, more than flirted -- in the spa. She shivered.
"Goodnight Emil, I go sleep now. Sylvie is home later."
Emil looked up at her, surprised, "Already? It's only 9!"
"Yes, but I am...tired."
Fifteen minutes later, Anna was lying on her side of Sylvie's bed. The room was very dark, though she'd left the curtains open slightly to allow a crack of light in from the clear night sky. Her heart was beating quickly in her chest, and her mouth was dry. The reason for this was that she was wearing only a t-shirt. Her light brown bare legs were propped up, and her plump ass rested naked on the covers.
She held a hairbrush in her right hand. She'd had it for years, and as someone who had never dared to buy a vibrator or a dildo, its smooth rounded handle had been a familiar friend over the years. She began to gently brush the tip of the handle up and down the lips of her pussy, feeling a wetness begin to come and ease the sliding of the handle.
She closed her eyes and thought back to the spa. She pictured the muscled body of the man who had sat across from her, and whose face now somehow resembled Emil's. She remembered how it had felt to fall into his lap, how her oily skin had run across his hard muscles. As she softly slid the tip of the hairbrush handle inside her, she gasped thinking of how the man's semi-hard cock had slipped between the cheeks of her ass.
She began to move the hairbrush in and out, her left hand starting to play with her clit, lightly, as she was almost scared to touch herself. What if...what if the man's cock had gone further? What if it had slipped inside her? She imagined that that was happening now, that he was pushing himself into her from behind as she sat on her lap, both of them hidden in the steam, her body bouncing and squirming on his. She moaned. Her body felt so alive, but something was missing. How she wished it was that man inside her, not a silly hairbrush!
As Anna opened her eyes, a sudden flash of orange light gave her a fright. She stopped her movements, and peered through the gap in the curtains. Sylvie's apartment was constructed in an L-shape on the 5th floor of her building, wrapping around a corner. Anna realised that of course she was looking across the few metres of space along the inside of that corner, and into Emil's room. The orange light was the cigarette he had just lit, standing at his open window.
Anna's body froze completely -- but then quickly relaxed as she realised that he wouldn't be able to see her in the dark room. This meant she was safe to admire him, though the admiration was tinged with amusement at how either vain or warm-blooded Emil was. Despite the fact that it was nearing freezing outside, Emil had stripped off his shirt to stand at the open window, as if he felt the need to show off for the night sky. This meant she was able to marvel at the slabs of muscle across his chest, and the clear lines of the abs across his stomach.
"Is he...flexing?" She wondered, "For who?"
Vanity it might have been, but she had to admire the moonlight on his muscles as they moved like ropes under the skin of his arms. She twitched the hairbrush back up towards herself, then stopped as she was distracted by a message popping up on her phone -- Sylvie.
"Sorry! Will be back very late, or maybe tomorrow! See you at brunch."
Well, Sylvie was clearly going to experience the real thing tonight. Why couldn't Anna? Why was she stuck with a hairbrush and sexual frustration? The last time she'd had sex was over a month ago with Alain, her first and last boyfriend, and it had been deeply unsatisfying, as she could tell he was no longer making an effort. Didn't she deserve something for herself? That desire, and the excitement she'd felt yesterday in the spa, pushed her towards something that she would never have expected herself to do.
Without stopping to think, she rolled off the bed, and turned on a lamp in the corner of the room. It was only small, and cast just a faint glow over the bed. Enough though that she would be visible from the outside. She walked back over the bed, and lay down where she had been. Just like that, she knew that she was bottomless in the faint light, in full view of Emil. Now it was her who wasn't able to see him due to the difference in lighting, though she could still see the faint glow of his cigarette.
