WET [Part 11 - Steamed]
My summer at the adults-only water park…
Word of my slutty escapades traveled fast, and by the time I reported for my morning shift, the story of my performance had already achieved mythic status. I felt it the moment I stepped into the staff corridor. A group of maintenance guys, usually buried in their blueprints and tools, looked up as I passed, one of them breaking into a wide, appreciative grin and giving me a slow, deliberate thumbs-up. I just nodded, my face burning, trying to project an air of cool indifference that I was miles away from actually feeling.
Everywhere I went, it was the same: a knowing wink from the girl who worked the front desk, a low whistle from a chef peeking out of the kitchen. I was no longer just the new girl; I was the girl who got on her hands and knees and took it from a fire hose in front of two hundred people. Most of Azure seemed to think that was preferable, and even Yorgos, the sun-blasted yoga teacher, started greeting me when we passed in the corridor.
But the only person I really cared about was Pete…
“Oh, come on,” I said. “It’ll be fun. The resort is sooooo quiet, and it’s so rare we both have a day off at the same time.”
“True…” He shrugged. “I’m just not a steam room kinda guy.”
“Please, Pete?” I said, hearing the same pleading tone in my voice that Rose had used to get me on stage just a few days before. “It’ll be boring by myself.” I looked up at him through my lashes. “Just for a little while. We don’t even have to talk.”
Finally, he let out a long, resigned sigh. “Okay,” he mumbled, his shoulders slumping in defeat. “But not for long. And if I start feeling like I’m going to pass out, I’m out of there.”
I grinned. “Deal. You won’t regret it.”
The steam room was tucked away in a quiet corner of the spa complex, a room made entirely of dark wood and frosted glass. As we approached, I could feel the heat radiating from behind the door. I pulled it open, a wave of steam billowing out and engulfing us. Pete hesitated, his boardshorts already damp from the moisture.
“It’s...really steamy in here…”
I laughed. “That’s the point.”
I entered the room and found a spot on the top tier of benches, the heat most intense up here. The wood was warm and smooth against the exposed skin of my shoulders, and I pulled my towel up around me.
What Pete didn’t know, of course, was that I was naked beneath it.
“Come on. Up here. It’s better.”
Looking up at me doubtfully, he climbed the few steps, perching on the edge of the bench as far from me as possible. He looked miserable, his face already flushed and beaded with sweat, his glasses fogged up to the point of uselessness. He took them off and started polishing them with the corner of his towel.
We sat in silence for a few minutes, the only sound the gentle hiss of the steam generator and the rhythmic drip of condensation from the ceiling. I closed my eyes, letting the heat sink deep inside me. I could feel the sweat tracing paths down my neck, between my breasts.
“By the way, I think I saw you at that stupid college competition thing the other day, right?” I asked, trying to sound casual. “At the back of the crowd?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I was serving drinks.”
I nodded, a beat of silence elapsing between us. “Did you…see me?”
He cleared his throat. “Oh, yeah, I think so. On the stage, right?”
“Yup,” I said. “What did you think?”
He was quiet for so long I thought he wasn’t going to answer.
“Yeah. It was good.”
“Good?”
“Yeah!” he said, a little more enthusiastically this time. “It was just…I didn’t know you did that sort of thing.”
“I don’t!” I said, laughing. “Not normally! To be honest, something just kinda came over me. I guess feeling all those eyes on me was a bit of a rush.”
I watched him, looking for any sign on his face that he thought what I was saying was gross or weird, but he just seemed to think about it for a moment and then nod. “Yeah. I guess I can see that. For sure.”
“So you don’t think I’m a freak?” I asked, nudging his knee with my bare foot.
He laughed. “No, no. Not at all! I get it!”
A moment of silence.
“So…I guess my next question is…did I look good?”
“Yeah! I mean, yes! Of course, you looked...you looked great. You looked amazing. But it’s not like I was…like…you know…perving on you or anything in a weird way. It’s not like I can just be like, ‘Oh yeah, Sarah looked hot on stage.’ It’s...it’s more complicated than that. It’s...it’s just different. And I don’t want to–”
“Pete,” I said softly.
He jumped, turning his head toward me. “Yeah?”
“You’re being silly. We’re friends. It’s not a big deal.”
He seemed to visibly deflate, his shoulders relaxing. “Okay, good. Sorry. Didn’t mean to make it weird.”
“Nah, it’s all good.” I said, standing up. “Anyway, like I said, I kind of liked knowing you were looking…”
I stood up, turning my back to him and unwrapped my towel, letting it drop onto the bench beside me. MY heart was beating fast, but I ignored it, continuing to stand there, naked, my big ass and wide hips not much further than arms length for him. I lifted my arms up to the ceiling and stretched, arching my back.
Then, I turned around.