Lily paused by the mirror of the changing room to make sure everything was in place. Her white halter neck bikini was not revealing, by most standards, but it gave her a feeling of confidence. The spark of exhibitionist inside her knew exactly what would happen when it got wet, too. It was obviously designed for sunbathing and looking pretty, not going anywhere near water.
The familiar flash of apprehension shot through her; enough to make the hair on her arms stand on end and her breathing become shallow, but she turned her back on it. Shoulders back, chin up. Large breasts cradled in the bikini top giving a hint of bounce as her tattooed legs strode to the pool.
It was a quiet morning, just a few middle aged men swimming lengths, powerful strokes with a splashy tumble at each end; and a younger woman doing the inimitable breast stroke of someone who is not interested in getting their hair wet. Lily sat on the edge of the pool, the apprehension turning into a pleasant tingle as she dangled her legs in the water and slid in gracefully. She swam a languorous back stroke feeling the stretch of her arms and the arching of her back. The knowledge that her swimsuit would have gone see through by this point made the corner of her mouth twist into a smile, the tingling intensifying as she imagined the men looking at her and what they might have been thinking.
After Lily had swum a respectable amount of lengths she did what she had been dying to do. A sly glance around showed the woman still swimming but the men taking a break, and two of them facing towards her. She swam to the pool ladder, climbing out of the pool with water cascading over her soft curves. Her once modest looking bathing suit now utterly transparent; she turned towards the men and walked towards the steam room. They were looking at her, she knew. They always did. Lily knew she was the girl next door; not stunning by any means but with a quiet beauty that most seemed to believe was attainable. That tingle was growing with each step, a thrill shooting to her clitoris with each thought of the men appraising her curves, her dark nipples standing erect from the cool water, the dark line of her neatly trimmed pubic hair. It seemed almost a shame to enter the dim steam room and close the door behind her.
The room was lit by what Lily supposed passed for calming mood lighting. That is to say, it was almost dark. The steam billowed around her and sweat was already starting to bead on her smooth skin. It was always empty at this time of the morning and so she stretched out on one of the benches, one arm behind her head, the other hand laying on her stomach. She could not help but think of the men watching her, wondering if they had erections hidden beneath the water. She wondered if they were still thinking about her, thinking about what they wanted to do to her. She heaved a sigh, the tension getting too much. She slid her hand into the left cup of her bikini top, toying with her nipple; she rubbed her legs together and squeezed her thighs. Lily knew how wet she would be but she felt like she had time, time to draw this pleasant torture out. Oh if the men knew what was happening on the other side of that steam room door! Lily let her thoughts wander. Would they stand around her, stroking their hard cocks, watching her touch herself, watching her rub herself to orgasm? Would they join in, would she feel the bliss of many hands running over her body, plunging fingers inside her and mauling her like hungry animals? Too much to resist, Lily moved her attentions to her clitoris, which was begging for attention, slick with her juices. A soft moan escaped her lips as she rubbed, sliding her fingers deep inside her pussy, coating them with wetness before working them around her clit again.
"I wondered if you would follow your normal routine today. It seemed just my luck that you would deviate."
A rich, deep voice came from the far end of the steam room. Lily froze, her heart pounding.
"I won't hurt you. May I come closer?"
Lily opened her mouth, but no words came out. This had suddenly gone beyond what her exhibitionist streak knew, and pushed her past where she thought her boundary was. She licked her lips and willed the words to come out.
"You may come closer" She had hoped for the words to sound strong and confident. They came out like a timid schoolgirl.
