She had six hours before her flight back to London, so she decided to kill some time at the world-renowned Gellert baths. Gellert thermal baths, the most luxurious and decadent baths in Budapest, are very popular among wealthy elderly Magyars. They go there alone or in small groups to soak their aching bones and joints, but also to eye an occasional young tourist that ends up there.
She put her new bikini on, got a towel and firmly but shyly decided to take advantage of this experience. She took an elevator down to the spa level, and a middle-aged Magyar woman showed her to large doors into the thermal baths.
She nervously walked in. It was a large room with beautiful coloured mosaic panels coming down from a large glass dome. There were two large pools taking up most of the room, with a small bridge between them. She looked around: several old men and women, all above 60 at the youngest, were sitting around in pools, with only their heads showing above the warm water. All eyes were on her, which made her very uncomfortable.
She sensed that something was wrong, but quickly dismissed the thought – the room was big, light and warm, like comfortable fog. She dropped the tower on the bridge and went into one of the pools. Elders kept looking at her, their eyes going up and down her young full body, their mouths making thirsty smacking sounds with their shapeless lips.
This sight sent shivers down her spine, and although the water was alluring and almost magical, she decided to leave. As she got out of the bath, her bikini shorts hugged her bottom, going right into the crack of her ass. Her nipples were visible through a wet stretchy fabric of the bikini top. Water run down her clean smooth skin, from face to shoulders and back, through the curves of her bottom down to her silky legs.
At that moment, two elder men in long white robes came out from small doors on the side of the bridge. Without a word, one of the men handed her a bowl of drink. His small colourless eyes sat deeply on his worn wrinkled face. She felt their silent dominance; it terrified her. She could not disobey. She took the bowl and drank what seemed to be sweet syrupy water. A warm, pleasant tingling sensation went through her body, in an instant washing away her fright, nervousness and shyness.
The other man came nearer to her and she felt his old but firm hands removing her top, exposing plump velvety breasts. Her large defined nipples and dark circles around them were pointing directly at him, shamelessly and proudly. The loud sigh swept through the room. She looked around: both men and women in the pools were moving slowly to the bridge to take a better look at this young beauty. They were all naked, their frail old bodies shaking with anticipation as they got closer.
The same pair of hands removed her shorts, revealing her smooth labia and a round bottom. The group edged closer to the bridge. She could feel their old foul smells. But she didn't want to move; she stood there, exposed, vulnerable, spectacular.
Two men on the bridge got out loofahs and started to wash her. The influence of the sweet narcotic started to wear off, bringing back waves of terror and disgust. Old hands were touching her, washing her, like it was normal. Their actions were slow and mechanical, giving the rest of the group a good look at her bare wet body. But she was still subdued; unable to move, she let them exploit her body.
