The Love Of My Life: The Naturist Spa
This is a standalone chapter from my ongoing romance novel about life with my gorgeous wife, Sarah. In this scene, we're 19 years old, married for three years, and about to take our first steps into the world of open sexuality...
"There it is!" Sarah pointed out of the car window, which was halfway down, slight drizzle coming in on this grey British afternoon. She'd had the window open for a minute or two as we had driven around some back streets looking for our location, and her light fair hair was slightly damp at the sides, as was her side of the car!
Sarah, like me, was 19, and unlike me, she was 5'8". She sat cross-legged snugly in the passenger seat, holding a notebook and pen and wearing tight blue jeans, a faded pink t-shirt and was wrapped in her red ankle-length coat with a loose muted red scarf around her neck. She looked around, and seeing no cars, directed me to slow down.
Obedient to my navigator, I did so as she studied the written directions in her notebook. "Take first right, look for spaces, if none take either left or right at the end, you will find a space." She read out the somewhat vague parking instructions she had written down when first calling the spa.
"Over there." She pointed to a space I had already seen. With no cars behind me, I comfortably reversed into the space, switched off the engine, and looked at Sarah. She grinned back at me, took my face in both her hands and asked me, "You sure, hubby?" Her face was lit up, soft breath on my face, eyes sparkling. My wife was gorgeous.
"If you're sure, then I'm sure. I want to see you naked, showing that pussy to everyone, I want to see you orgasm... I wanna show my fucking gorgeous wife off to everyone... Maybe more."
"Maybe..." she replied, and leaned awkwardly across the gear stick, and gave me one of her wild wet kisses that started at my mouth and would involve my face and neck and would be full of deep love. I reciprocated.
After a few seconds she pushed me away. "More inside, big boy."
We locked the car and walked holding hands towards the spa, maybe one hundred meters away at the bottom of the road. Hands held gently, the drizzle of the rain cool against our skin, we were both feeling massive sexual anticipation of what may or may not happen...
With a light drizzle of English rain on us, we walked down the road, which was a normal backstreet type to be found anywhere in the UK--unobtrusive houses consisting of regular three-up, two-down terraces. We reached the spa, which seemed to be three houses that had been knocked through at some point. The only indication being a small sign:
Bristol Spa
, with the opening hours listed. I tried the door handle, but it was locked. Sarah, ignoring my lack of attention, pushed the bell that had a small sign above it:
please ring for entry
.
We stood waiting. A few seconds later, the door opened, and a smart-looking lady peeked around with a warm smile. She had brown hair tied in a neat bun, twinkling green eyes, and looked to be in her mid-forties. Dressed in a crisp white doctor's-style coat, she said, "Hello, can I help you?"
Sarah took the lead and gave a cheery, "Hi! We phoned, said we were coming." The staff member smiled back, introduced herself as Annie, and beckoned us inside. We were here. The Bristol Spa Naturist Resort.
***
We entered a small corridor, dimly lit but friendly, with warm pastel colours and some prints on the wall for décor. Directly in front was a small hole in the wall which led to a reception-style room. To the right of the corridor was a door that Annie opened. Looking back at us, she said, "Two seconds," and walked through, closing the door behind herself.
She quickly appeared at the reception desk and smiled. "So your first visit then? I'll show you around the place and you can see where everything is. That will be twenty-two pounds, please." I handed over the entrance fee, which Annie rang into a cash register. She then left the counter and came back out of the door carrying two white towels.
We followed her down the corridor towards the end, where there were two more doors, one to the left and one to the right. She opened the door to the left, and we walked into an empty locker room--maybe around forty lockers, some with keys attached to rubber wristbands. A wooden bench sat in the middle of the room.
"If you get undressed here, pick any locker, and you can either give me the key--save you walking around with it--or of course, you're welcome to walk around with it. Pop the towels on for now whilst I show you around."
I wondered if she was going to stay and watch us undress. I was already extremely stiff, and a bit of the exhibitionist in me was feeling very welcome.
Sarah, being Sarah, picked up on my thought process, and being an exhibitionist herself, started to make small talk with Annie as she sat on the bench pulling off her jeans and socks. Annie stood by the door, chatting back and I wondered if she was enjoying Sarah's now bare legs as much as I was. I followed suit, fully undressing. My cock, which was already ginormous, grew even bigger--somehow!
Sarah stood up, knickers and t-shirt still on. She pulled her knickers down, bending her ass over directly in front of Annie, and then she pulled her t-shirt over her head, she wasn't wearing a bra, she rarely did. Her perfect white skin, beautiful, perky breasts, and smooth pussy were on display to me and Annie.
The small talk continued as we both shoved our clothes into one locker, not bothering to fold them, wrapped ourselves in towels, and handed Annie the locker key. We then followed her out of the room, across the corridor, and into the spa itself.
***
We walked into a fairly large, warmly lit, low-ceilinged room with plastic white chairs and tables littered around. Decorative pictures adorned the walls, and a table full of newspapers and magazines sat in one corner. Around ten or so people were sitting on the chairs--a couple sharing a toasty, others drinking teas, coffees, and a couple of others looked like they were drinking vodkas.
At one end of the room was a small serving area that had a variety of drinks and a wall menu offering such delights as fish and chips, jacket potatoes, toasties, etc.
Elsewhere, a pile of clean towels, all neatly folded. "If you need another towel, just grab one--they're scattered around the place--and pop your old one in one of the baskets," said Annie.
She walked us through a door at the other end of the café room, and we entered a small corridor with a staircase going up and down. She led us downwards and we came to an open area--a small swimming pool in front of us, a sauna to the right, an open shower block and a corridor that led to another sauna, and also two jacuzzis, which were bubbling away with maybe four people in them.
Annie explained that the pool was an ice pool for use after the sauna to cool down. Sarah liked the idea. I didn't. She was one of those nutters who would swim in the sea in January!
A further jacuzzi came into view, this one slightly bigger and currently housing two people. As we walked, we noticed that the people were all wearing towels. Somewhat bemused, Sarah mentioned this to Annie, who replied, "It's a case of do what you want--walk naked or walk with a towel on. It is surprising though how many people choose to walk from the jacuzzi to the shower with their towels wrapped around them, given we're a naturist spa!"
She led us back to the door and took us to the top of the building--two flights of stairs. We walked out into another corridor. Annie held the door open for us but didn't enter. "This is a private area. We staff don't come in here except to clean."
She indicated we should poke our heads around. "There are five rooms to the side, each with clean mats, towels and stuff.--Leave the door open and you might well get disturbed..." She let the pause hang in the air. "If you shut the door, it's an indication the room is in use--do not disturb."
