Disclaimer: This is a story of fiction. While the setting is real, the people and events are not. Everyone is of legal age or older (18+) and all sex is consensual.
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As the seasons changed, my wife, Elizabeth, and I headed up into the Rocky Mountains to Valley View, a clothing-optional hot springs. With its rustic setting as opposed to resort experience, Valley View tends to attract nature lovers, particularly those who prefer to enjoy nature sans clothing. It was mid-week and it had snowed recently so there were very few people on the grounds. We were there for the first day of Autumn.
A twenty something woman stood the desk at the main building to assist with check-ins. "Have you been to Valley View before?" She smiled as she fingered her long dark hair behind her ears. This is a clothing optional resort, but she was wearing khaki trousers and well-loved t-shirt to greet guests.
"No, this is our first time here, but we've heard great things about it."
"Just so you're aware, this is a clothing optional resort. That said, few people wear anything more than a wrap between buildings and nothing at all in the soaking areas. So, you will see naked people, as long as that doesn't offend you."
"Not at all. We're planning to be much the same."
She explained the various amenities and lodging arrangements. We registered for one of the cabins and headed on our way. We drove through a camping area which was completely empty; it was too cold for camping. The cabins are two-story buildings with communal sleeping rooms upstairs. The upper floor accommodates eight people with a queen-sized bunk bed and a pair of single bunk beds. There is a small kitchen and common room for dining and reading on the first floor.
There were no cars by the cabin, but a few parked up by the pool. So, we may have the cabin to ourselves! After storing our suitcase, we stripped off, grabbed our towels and boots, and headed out to soak up the atmosphere.
The cabins or communal rooms are at the bottom of the property on a gentle sloping hill. The toilet and shower building is next, a cement building with one large room. Toilets lined the back wall with no stall doors, next to a large shower area with four spouts, all co-ed. The pool is next surrounded by a large wooden fence. On the far side of the pool is a redwood dry sauna. On the near side, just outside the fence, is a shallow hot tub made of cement and fed by the springs. The soaking pools are warmer than the hot tub, but the hot tub is warmer than the pool. The far end of the pool area has the laundry facilities with several outdoor showers to use before getting in the pool.
Beyond the pool is a trail leading up a steeper portion of the mountain to the soaking pools. My wife and I headed to up the trail. This hot springs is in the mountains, so some sort of hiking shoes are recommended. We opted for unlaced boots. They didn't hug the feet particularly well but were easy to slip off when sliding into any of the various soaking pools.
First Pool
We got to the first pool along the trail, which is a large pond. Two older couples were having an animated conversation at one end of the pool, while a middle-aged man sat and read a book at the other end. My wife, being an author, noticed the book and I could tell her curiosity as to what he was reading was peaked. A collection of shoes were along the edge, so we added our shoes to the piles, found an open branch to hang our towels, then maneuvered our way to the edge to climb in. While we were taking off our shoes and hanging our towels, I noticed the single man surreptitiously checking out my wife. She's full figured with large round breasts, broad hips, and pale skin. She tans easily, but doesn't get out much, so her skin has a milky white complexion. Her waist is slender giving her an hour glass figure. She'd put her long red hair up into a bun to avoid getting it wet. I held her hand as she stepped into the pool, while the man with the book noticeably shared a glance with my wife.
While there weren't many people there due to the weather, both of us received hugs by nearly everyone we met to welcome in the new season. There was no sexuality attached to the hugs, even though there was often no cloth to defend against the flesh-on-flesh touch. It's the first time I can remember hugging another man where our privates touched. Since it was a first for me, I was perhaps more aware of the proximity than the other men. Still, the situation wasn't uncomfortable in any way.
I've heard stories of men having issues with the occasional erection, our private parts having minds of their own. This wasn't an issue. Although, given the relaxed atmosphere I wasn't really paying any attention to that sort of thing either. My wife and I have been to the hot springs on several occasions. Public exhibition of sexual arousal is "frowned on" but it happens. The resort has a rule about overt sexual behavior, which suggests they understand it happens. Mostly they just want to keep predatory men from making indecent proposals to the females.
The water was warm and roughly four-foot-deep. Keeping to ourselves, we halfway swam, halfway walked to the middle of the pool to let the water wash over our shoulders.
Not letting us remain isolated, one of the men from the couples called out, "Hello and welcome." He was slightly taller than me, balding on the top, with short grey hair along the sides, and a thick coating of curly grey hair on his chest. He stepped over to me, extended his long, weathered arms and gave me a hug, a full body press. He wrapped around my shoulders, forcing me to slide my arms under his, our chests and hips pressed together. He wasn't hard but dangling a good six inches even limp. Being much more of a grower, I doubt he even noticed mine.
After a quick hug, he continued introductions. "My name's Phil, and this is my wife, Jessica." Jessica had short blonde hair, the framed her round face. She was shorter than my wife but based on her breasts floating up to the surface, had much the same figure, round and playful. She stretched up her arms to wrap around my neck, which meant I had to bend over to hug her. Taking advantage of the water, she jumped up, and wrapped a leg around my hip, pulling our bodies together. Jessica pressed her hips into mine, making it obvious she was clean shaven. My cock, relaxing in the warm water, was enveloped between the folds of her labia. She gave a quick wiggle of her hips just to be certain I felt her (and she felt me), then slid back down into the water with a giggle.
"This is Tiago and his girlfriend, Sara." In contrast to Phil's light-colored skin, Tiago was a smooth dark cinnamon color, with jet black hair. Judging by the wrinkles around his eyes, both men were in their early sixties. Phil was in good shape, but Tiago was practically athletic. When he stood up, his chest was completely hairless and well-muscled. His hug was more distant--pressing only our shoulders together--but his arms clinched tight, almost as if to say he was the alpha of the group. Sara was slender with long dark brown hair, large black eyes, with long lashes. Her face was edgy and hard, the bones pronounced and her expression flat, distant. Caramel-colored skin accentuated the bones in her shoulders. When she stood up, her soft breasts rose above the water, dark areolas with prominent nipples. They were small, but firm. As I slid my hands around her waist, I could feel her ribs expand as she took in a breath. She was coyer than Jessica. Rather than let me press against her, she placed her hands on my shoulders. Rather than give a full body hug, she slid her face next to mind and gave my cheek a kiss.
After everyone hugged me, I returned introductions for me and my wife. "Hello, I am Carter, and this is my wife, Elizabeth." Phil stepped up first to get a hug. Being much taller than my wife, he reached down and slid his arms under my wife's. As he pulled her body close, he lifted her up out of the water making sure their bodies made full contact.
Jessica was next, bouncing over to press her breasts into my wife chest. As they broke off the hug, Jessica kept her hands on my wife's shoulders, looked down and said, "I love your areolas, nice and full." Then, with a wiggle of her chest, she played bouncing breasts. Even with the warm water, I noticed my wife's nipples responding to the playful caress.
Tiago stepped up. Much like a Tango dancer approaching his partner, he swept one arm down along my wife's waist, pulled her in tight, lifted her up, and swirled around. Their eyes locked, and he kept them locked as he slowly slid her back into the water and on to her feet. Just before releasing her, he bent forward, as if to kiss her. She pulled back, but the look between them was intense. I could tell he was pressing his hips into her; she responded by wrapping one leg around his hip making the contact even more intimate.
Sara was next. She kissed my wife's cheeks, then retreated to the wall, dragging her boyfriend with her.
We joined the two couples in conversation. They were discussing whether American Football or soccer was the better sport. Elizabeth, not into sports, decided to see if the man reading the book was more interesting. Any book was better than talking about sports.
I am not much of a sport enthusiast either, but I tried to be cordial. After ten minutes, it became obvious, Phil and Tiago were having the conversation, Jessica listened with animated interest but not saying anything. Sara was bored beyond words and didn't even pretend to listen. She sat on a stone bench along the wall of the pool next to Tiago. Occasionally she would pull a hand out and look at her long, manicured nails, or sigh and look off toward the trail. Jessica stood between Phil and I, hung on his arm, and smiled enthusiastically.
Eventually, Sara tugged on the arm of her boyfriend. He took the hint. "You must beg our pardon, but we have a drive ahead of us." He nodded at me, then rose to leave.
I stepped back so they could slide through to the steps. As they waded to the pool exit, I took their spot on the stone bench to sit. Just before they took the last step out of the water, Tiago turned to my wife chatting with the other man. "Elizabeth, it was a pleasure meeting you."
Hearing her name, my wife turned, her face flushed. As she looked over to say good-bye, Tiago took his free hand and stroked his cock. Like Phil, he was long, six maybe even seven inches soft. His long uncut cock was surrounded by thick black hair. He flexed his chest muscles as he stroked. While he didn't get fully erect, he did grow enough to allow the mahogany head peak out of the end. My wife's eyes glues to the demonstration.
Sara gave my wife a glare. Then, with her arm in his, pulled him up and out of the water. They had sandals by the edge of the pool. Tiago placed a towel on the ground for Sara to sit; she needed to adjust her straps. Facing the group, she let one leg drop to the side while she put her sandals. Her long, thin legs framed her crotch. Her vulva split open revealing tender purple lips, with a small black triangle of hair above her clit pointing the way.
I tried not to stare, but it was difficult with such an open display. Phil said something to Tiago regarding directions and Jessica slid over to sit next to me. Just as her thigh bumped against mine, I saw Sara look up, give a quick glance to Tiago (who was focused on Phil's directions), then look over at me. Like Tiago, her stare was intense. As our eyes locked, she slid a hand from her foot, along her leg, and up her thigh. When her fingers got to her cunt she made three circles, then spread her fingers, splaying open her vaginal lips revealing bright pink.
Play Time
Jessica's hand slid over my thigh then onto my cock. It was still soft, but the view of Sara made it jump. Feeling Jessica's hand made it grow that much faster. She giggled and quietly said, "I thought you might be a grower. Nice." She bumped me with her shoulder and continued to play with my cock.
