I love the spa culture in Northern Europe, actually because nothing like what happens in this story takes place in real life. It's a relaxing environment where people of all shapes and sizes can enjoy themselves and be naked. But, there's no harm in imagining a world where this kind of thing might happen.
This is my first story, so feedback is welcome!
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The rain hammered down as the girls hurried from their taxi into the spa.
"God this country has terrible weather!" Anna shrieked, huddling under her coat. "Why did you move here again?"
"I know," Sylvie shouted back, "I couldn't have chosen a wetter country."
The country in question was the Netherlands, where Sylvie had recently transferred with her law firm. Amsterdam had sounded like the place to be for an up and coming 24 year old Frenchwoman, though she hadn't quite counted on the weather. Despite being early afternoon, the sky was a bleak November grey, and the rain somehow managed to come from all directions. In many ways it was the perfect day to relax in the warm atmosphere of a spa.
They made it through the entrance and into the dry, and Anna sighed with relief. "You know, I really need this. Thanks again for having me. After the break-up with Alain, and all the stress of quitting my job, it's been so good seeing you. I have to admit though, the idea of having a massage and sitting in a hot tub is what I looked forward to all week."
The same age as Sylvie, her university friend was visiting from Paris to escape the disasters at home for a few days. When Sylvie had mentioned a colleague's recommendation of a good spa close to the city, Anna had jumped at the chance.
The friends checked in at the desk, Sylvie taking over the talking. Her English was pretty good for a Frenchwoman -- far better than Anna's -- though she was grateful that all her clients were French companies. She still struggled with the Dutch accent when they spoke English -- she heard the woman behind the counter mentioning something about clothes, but smiled and nodded instead of double checking. "Of course we have to wear our swimsuits," she thought.
Picking up their robes and towels, they headed up the stairs and into a quiet lobby, with peaceful music playing in the background. They seemed to have arrived in a bit of a lull, with no voices coming from the two changing rooms on either side. Anna frowned.
"Which one is for women do you think?"
Sylvie shrugged. "I suppose this one here? Maybe these Dutch people don't even care? Surely not..."
As they chose a locker in the empty dressing room and begun to undress, Sylvie subtly assessed her friend's body. She'd never seen Anna naked, and she couldn't help but be curious. Both women shared the same olive skin, though Anna got that from her Armenian parents, and Sylvie from her Italian mother. Anna's face was open and round, with dark eyes, a Roman nose, and full lips. She was very pretty, Sylvie thought, though it was a pity that her shyness meant her smile was mostly saved for close friends.
As Anna took off her shirt, and began to undo her plain black bra, her fingers got caught in her long dark hair that fanned out across her back. Anna wasn't chubby, but just...wider, Sylvie thought. Even from the back you could see her breasts peeping out to the sides, and her wide hips made it a struggle pulling down her jeans. Finally, as Anna stripped off her underwear, Sylvie admired her large, nicely rounded backside, and her short but well shaped legs.
Anna suddenly turned around, showing off her full and heavy breasts, hanging somewhat on her chest. Her nipples were large, and a deep dark chocolate brown. Sylvie's eyes darted away, but not before noting that Anna had shaved between her legs, leaving only a small patch of black hair. The girls briefly made eye contact.
"What are you waiting for?" Anna teased, as she started to put on her bikini.
Sylvie jumped and started to get undressed herself, taking the opportunity to admire her reflection in the mirror. Her own breasts were much smaller, though they stood out nicely even without her bra on, pointing slightly upwards. Her nipples too were small, and -- she thought at least -- a perfect light brown. Her body type was different than Anna's, thinner, but still soft and curved, with a perfectly petite butt that she spun around to admire. She went a step further than Anna, and had waxed completely. She smiled at herself, enjoying the way it made her large brown eyes sparkle.
"God I love your tattoos," Anna said as Sylvie turned around to pick up her own bikini. Sylvie looked down at the lines and geometric shapes descending from her throat down between and towards her breasts, and the more swooping designs coming down from her shoulders. "I would never dare to get something like that, didn't it hurt?"
"Well...it did tickle a bit. But the boys love them! It shows them which way to go," she said lightly.
They left the changing room wrapped in white cotton robes, carrying their towels, and descended another staircase into a kind of wellness centre, where Anna would be having her massage later. Another set of stairs brought them down into the spa proper and a shower area. They didn't have time to admire the view past the showers into the huge columned pool room, before the women were thoroughly distracted by the shock of their life.
Walking out of the shower to their right was two stark naked men laughing and shaking water from themselves. Sylvie's eyes bulged. They were completely ordinary looking -- they could have been somewhat older lawyers from her firm -- and yet Sylvie couldn't overlook the fact that both men had not a stitch to cover the cocks that dangled freely. Reeling, she turned to the left, and saw another group of women leaving the showers on that side. They too, were completely naked. They showed no hurry to cover themselves as they walked over to their towels, their middle-aged behinds bouncing as they walked.
Looking ahead again, she noticed that while most of the people around the pool were in towels or robes, many of them were naked. Everyone swimming was naked. People going into the saunas on either side were naked. There was even a women sitting naked in the foot bath, legs crossed as if waiting for a bus, while her pale pinkish breasts were completely uncovered. Within 30 seconds she had seen more penises than she had ever seen in real life before.
She turned in shock to Anna, only to find her staring at the floor, eyes locked to the tiles. Sylvie knew that Anna had very little experience with men. Alain had been Anna's first and only boyfriend, and Sylvie knew from some late night conversations that Anna had never dared to watch porn. As far as Sylvie knew, these might be some of the first cocks besides Alain's Anna had ever seen.
Anna looked up with a stunned look on her face, and the two women suddenly burst out giggling. Anna's giggles sounded a little frantic, and she kept her eyes straight on Sylvie's face. The situation was too absurd.
"What...what is this? Why are they all naked? Is this a sex thing? Why would your colleague suggest this?" Anna stammered out.
"No I...I think maybe this is just Dutch? I know that in Finland they do this? But then everyone is crazy up there, the Dutch are so boring and plain. I didn't think..." Sylvie was hit by a sudden suspicion that the woman at the reception had said no clothes. "Well, I'm sure there must be some people here with their swimsuits on. They can't force you to go naked".
