Closing my eyes, I let myself relax on the warm water bed in the dark room. Tepidarium wasn't my thing, seeing how the angular stone bed didn't allow me to rest my ass that always liked to stick out. After the Finnish saunas and the aromatherapy rooms, I was ready to clear my mind. This was a well-deserved vacation and I was going to make the most out of every free minute.
Although there were a couple more water beds in the room, they had looked unoccupied when I had entered. So I felt comfortable enough to be naked under the towel. I dropped my swimming suit and the spa robe to the floor, picked a large soft towel from the rack and loosely wrapped it around my smooth skin. The sweating rooms had opened up my pores and increased my blood flow. With a twisted mind that's easily swayed, there was no telling what I would dream of and moreover, what I would do to myself in a relatively public place. Well, bar bathrooms are lot more public and well, that didn't stop me before. I guess you could say that there is a certain thrill in getting caught.
I slowly lied down on the water bed, which turned out to be firmer than I thought. The temperature of it was warmer than the room temperature and felt good on my back and on my legs. My hands moved inside the towel, caressing my breasts and enjoying the softness. My nipples were barely exposed, but they started to respond to my touches.
The door opened carefully. I think there was enough light for the person to see my bare feet at the end of the warm bed. A male voice said "Stacy?" softly, to which I naturally didn't reply. I was actually kind of annoyed that he disturbed my enjoyable moment. But then he closed the door behind him and approached my bed. I caught the whiff of a male body, slightly sweaty and immensely attractive - a matter of pheromones, no doubt. I wanted him right then, just because he smelled attractive.
The door had closed; it was quite dark in the room again. I kept playing with my nipples and it felt good. I moaned slightly, not paying a lot of attention to what the man was doing. He touched my feet, having found the bed without hitting his foot anywhere. Then my toes met something warm and wet: his tongue. After sucking on my smaller toes, he kissed the top of my right foot. Holding onto both my ankles, he moved a little further up on my legs, blowing hot air, kissing and licking. My nipples were rock hard and I squirmed when he slightly bit my right kneecap.
The stranger's hands moved up my thighs and unwrapped the towel. Technically I was lying completely naked underneath him, but neither of us could see much. I was dripping with burning desire and it didn't matter that I couldn't see his face. My body temperature had increased again and I wasn't alone anymore.
Things got stranger as he didn't move for a whole minute after he had opened my towel. His head was still on my knee, hands resting somewhere on the bed. I could feel his pulse, which was by no means slow, but he wasn't moving. I tried to sit up after a minute to understand what was going on and this time, the reaction came: I felt him stand up and a strong pair of hands pushed me down. Holding me down with one hand, he slapped my left breast with his free hand. It burned when his finger grazed my hard nipple.
