It's what they call 'a slow gym day,' when there are very few people using its facilities.
My husband, John, and I had decided we'd use the hotel's fitness centre as it was raining outdoors and we don't do shopping in the rain. He was using the rowing machine and I was doing some weights after my time on the treadmill. As I started to push a slightly heavier bar than I started out with, I heard this soft voice from above asking if I needed any 'spotting' (that's the expression for standing by in case one of the weights fall). The owner of the voice above me looked very nice. I duly thanked her and finished my set. As I sat-up, I noticed just how lovely she was; firm body under a warm, smiley face which was over a t-shirt bearing the name Amy, discreetly, at the side of her netball team.
She helped me with my next set and, as I wobbled just bit with the heavier weights, her hand steadied me and touched mine. That touch, though brief, was unforgettable. It was somehow soft yet firm and I knew I wanted it to happen, which set in train all that was to follow.
Just then, John called across and said he's going for a swim (in the fitness club pool) and I surprised myself my suggesting we join him. I can't think what prompted me other than some instinct beyond my knowing. What was even more amazing was that she readily agreed.
They two of us went off to the changing room where we showered and got our bathers on. I tried not looking at her, at least not obviously, as we towelled off - but I did make a mental inventory - her luscious breasts and perfect legs – although I really wasn't looking!
We joined John in the pool. He was doing his usual, seemingly simple, steady crawl which the powered him so quickly him from one end to the other.
Amy seemed to have a similar style, which is one I envy. Mine seems so much more effortful.
The spa bath which adjoins the pool was now empty and I hopped in, and was joined some moments later by Amy and then John who immediately struck up a conversation with her. He got to know what her sports preferences, what work she did, etc but in that almost teasing way of his that seems to so engage some women. Watching them spinning off each other was exiting, if just a little threatening and I was beginning to feel a little left out.
I asked John, who was seated opposite me in the small spa, to massage my foot; which I duly then thrust into his lap. He obliged and gave my ankle a fabulous rub whilst continuing his banter with Amy. I moved my foot more into his crotch as though teasing him to prove he could avoid getting aroused. From what my foot sensed, he wasn't even going to bother trying. I looked at Amy, who had no idea as to what was happening under the bubbles, and suggested she let John massage her foot also. She didn't seem to need any further encouragement.
If I'd assumed Amy would demure as soon as her foot registered John's arousal, I was wrong. She kept it very firmly in place alongside mine as we both toed John's burgeoning manhood. The two of us exchanged naughty smiles as she and I checked the other was OK with what was happening. In fact we now seemed to be seated almost next to each other opposite John and I felt her hand accidentally (?) brush against my thigh. That the 'brush' was repeated and her hand was not removed on the second occasion filled me with excitement and no little apprehension. My hand did likewise whilst I sensed her feeling my thigh quite purposefully. This was a prelude to something much more intimate - as though we were both checking it was OK to proceed. Given that this woman was toeing my husband's cock it seemed a bit ridiculous that we were being so very sensitive about touching each other.
This latter notion emboldened me to put my hand firmly on her pudenda, admittedly on the outside of her shorts, but she could be in no doubt what I was doing. She didn't move away and I continued moving my hand and my fingers on her until I sensed the crack that would give access to so much more of her. She gasped, her eyes now closed, and her hand moved to me in the same way. Both our legs on John now seemed to stretch and push more firmly against his hard cock. We knew what we were doing to him and each other.
The feelings were so intense. This was a totally new experience for me, touching another woman's clit (albeit through her shorts) whilst she and I were arousing a man, my husband! I just loved her hips moving to my touch and I loved my arousal at her fingers doing likewise to me. I knew we all wanted this to go further but the club's spa was not the place, since it was likely to be invaded at any moment. I whispered the suggestion we all go back to our suite which was a couple of floors down. We could shower there because it had a bathroom big enough for a football team.
She and I quickly dried off and gathered our belongings. We didn't talk for fear of interrupting what we were doing and somehow breaking the spell. We took the stairs down to our floor lest waiting for the elevator or any other inactivity gave us an excuse to change our minds about what was likely to now happen.
