WET [Part 6 - The Throuple]
My summer at the adults-only water park…
“Room service!” I called, rapping my knuckles on the door of the private spa, professional and brisk, just as I’d been trained. For a moment, there was only silence, the muffled sound of water sloshing and a burst of laughter from within. Then, the lock clicked. The door opened, but only a crack.
A woman appeared in a towel, not so much wrapped around her body as it was just held there, making her breasts bulge out of the sides. I felt myself swallow, my throat already dry.
“Your champagne,” I said, holding the tray forward, the bottle nestled in a bed of ice, three flutes waiting to be filled.
She didn’t take it. Instead, her gaze swept over me, starting at my face, lingering on the name tag pinned to my uniform, then traveling slowly, deliberately, down my body, tracing the curve of my breasts, the dip of my waist, the swell of my hips beneath the standard-issue blue shorts.
“What’s your name?”
“Sarah.”
She opened the door a little wider. “Well, Sarah. You’re…very pretty.”
“Uh…thank you,” I stammered.
A chorus of giggles erupted from behind the door. “Come on, Chloe! Let the girl in! Let’s see if she’s as pretty as you say!”
Chloe smiled, opening the door fully and stepping aside. She nodded at the champagne. “Why don’t you bring that in for us?”
Refusing a guest, especially on a special occasion, was a cardinal sin at Azure. “Where would you like it?” I said, trying to keep my tone light and professional.
“Oh, anywhere is fine,” she said, stepping to the side.
I followed her in.
I’d only seen the private spa once before, and never when it was inhabited by guests. The air was so rich with steam that it made it difficult to see, and the large, circular hot tub bubbled and churned, its surface dotted with flower petals.
But that’s not what caught my attention.
It was the women themselves.
Chloe, still watching me, sat on the edge of the tub, continuing to hold her towel to her wet breasts, her head lolled to the side. Another woman was perched in the tub beside her, playfully trailing her fingers in the churning water. A third woman, with skin the color of rich caramel and an impossibly full, round bosom, sat behind the second, her fingers digging into her shoulders in slow, deliberate circles.
It was only then, as my eyes adjusted to the steamy haze, that I realized they were all naked. Their bodies glistened, flushed from the heat and the water, their skin smooth and slick. The water in the tub lapped at their torsos, revealing the soft curves of their breasts and the flat planes of their stomachs.
“You can put it on the table there, Sarah,” Chloe said as she dropped her towel and slipped into the tub beside the other two women.
But, stupidly, I didn’t put the bottle anywhere. I just stood, frozen, the tray trembling in my hands. I didn’t know where to look. My face burned with humiliation.
“You know,” Chloe said. “We were just talking about how we could make this night even more special.” They all looked at each other and giggled. “We have a proposition for you, Sarah.”
“A…proposition?”
“Don’t worry. It’s nothing crazy. We’ll pay you, of course. An extra two hundred. It’s just that…we have a little policy when we all hang out together…”
“Oh, get on with it.” The redhead in the tub laughed. “She wants you to serve us naked, sweetie!” she called out, her voice husky.
I laughed for a second and then realised they were serious. My stomach dropped. “I...I can’t do that,” I whispered, shaking my head.
“Why not?” the caramel-skinned woman said, her voice sharp and confident. “We’re in a private room. Who’s going to know?”
“I...I don’t know,” I stammered, my voice trembling.
Chloe smiled. “Take your time, sweetie. We’re not going anywhere. You can get changed in the restroom, if you like.”
Changed? I thought, my mind racing. The logical part of my brain, the part that was still a nervous university student, was screaming at me to run. But the other part of me, the part that was curious and horny, teased and edged by all the slutty things I’d seen happening around me at the resort, was leaning in, wanting it, needing it. I thought of the money, too.
Two hundred dollars…
Damn. There’s not a lot I wouldn’t do for $200…
My hands shook as I reached for the hem of my tank top. I could feel their eyes on me. I pulled the shirt over my head, my breasts spilling out, the cool air a shock against my skin. I heard a sharp intake of breath from the redhead in the tub.
“Fuck me,” she breathed. “Look at those tits.”
My face burned, but a strange sense of pride washed over me. I unbuttoned my shorts, letting them fall to the floor, leaving me in just my plain, cotton panties.
“All the way, sweetie,” Chloe urged. “Don’t be shy. We want to see your pussy.”
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and slid my panties down my legs. I stepped out of them, standing before them, completely naked, my pussy on full display for them, smooth and slightly flushed. I felt a wave of vulnerability so intense it was almost painful.
“Jesus Christ,” the caramel-skinned woman muttered, her eyes wide. “She’s perfect.”
“Turn around,” Chloe commanded.
I did, slowly, burning with shame and arousal. I could feel their eyes on my ass, on the curve of my back, on the wetness that was already starting to gather between my legs.
“Perfect,” Chloe repeated. “Now, be a good girl and pour us some champagne.”
I picked up the tray, my movements stiff and awkward. I walked to the edge of the tub, my bare feet silent on the tiled floor, and knelt down, my breasts swaying with the movement. I could feel their eyes on me, on the way my nipples hardened, on the way my pussy lips were glistening already.
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I poured the champagne, my hands shaking so badly that the liquid sloshed over the rims of the glasses. I handed one to each of them, my fingers brushing against theirs, the contact sending sparks of electricity through my body. They watched me, their eyes dark and hungry, their expressions a mixture of lust and amusement. They were enjoying this. They were enjoying my shame, my embarrassment, my reluctant arousal. And, to my horror, I was enjoying it, too.
“Thank you, Sarah,” Chloe said, her voice a low murmur. She took a sip of her champagne, her eyes never leaving mine. “You’re a natural.”
I stood up, my legs trembling, and retreated to the corner of the room. I told myself I was just doing my job. I was just a room service attendant, serving champagne to a group of women. It didn’t matter that I was naked. It didn’t matter that they were watching me. It was just a job.
But I knew it wasn’t true. Not anymore.
“Sarah, do you know what a thruple is?”
I swallowed. “I…think so.”
“Tell us.”
“It’s...it’s a relationship between three people,” I said, the steam clinging to my body, making my skin glisten. The three women in the tub exchanged knowing glances, the water sloshing as they moved closer together.
“Very good, Sarah,” Chloe purred, her eyes darkening with lust. “Well, it just so happens that we are a thruple, and we were wondering if you could help us with something else? We’ve been having a little debate recently, and it would be nice if you could give us your opinion. From an outsider’s perspective…”
“Uh…sure, I can try.”
“Thank you.”
The second woman, whose name I still didn’t know, suddenly stood up in the tub, water cascading down her porcelain skin. Her breasts were full and pert, with rosy nipples that stood at attention. She turned her back to me, bending over slowly until her hands gripped the edge of the tub. Her perfectly round ass was now on full display.
“Come on now,” the caramel-skinned woman chimed in, standing as well. Her breasts were even larger than I’d first thought. She positioned herself beside the redhead, also bending over to display herself to me. “Give us your honest opinion. Who has the best ass?”
I felt my face flush, my eyes darting between them, taking in every detail of their exposed bodies.
“I... I don’t...”
“Let’s make this easier for you,” Chloe said. “Why don’t we put on a little show for you, and then you’ll decide?”
She positioned herself between the other two women, her hands finding their breasts as she leaned in to capture the caramel-skinned woman’s nipple in her mouth, her hands sliding around to cup her pussy, stroking and teasing her clit.
“God, yes,” she breathed, her hips rocking against Chloe’s hand.
I watched, mesmerized, as her pleasure built, their tongues tangling in a passionate kiss, the third woman reaching across and squeezing Chloe’s breasts. Meanwhile, the caramel-skinned woman continued to gyrate her ass on Chloe’s fingers, her movements becoming more urgent and her moans growing louder.
Chloe laughed suddenly, pointing at me. “Oh my god look, she’s making tiny little hip thrusts. She’s getting turned on just looking at us.”
“And her nipples are so hard!”
Oh fuck.
I could have died from embarrassment.
They were right, of course; I was gently thrusting my hips backward and forward, imaging myself gyrating on their fingers, their tongues, their tits. The thought was so shocking, so visceral, that it jolted me back from the edge, the reality of the situation crashing down on me with the force of a physical blow. I was standing naked in a hotel room with three strangers, watching them fuck each other, my body craving their touch.
It was too much.
Without another word, I scrambled backward, my movements clumsy and frantic. I practically fell over myself reaching for my discarded clothes on the floor. My uniform, which had felt so constricting and professional just minutes ago, now represented safety and normality. I could feel their eyes on me as I dressed, no longer just lustful but now tinged with surprise, maybe even a little amusement at my sudden panic. I didn’t care. I pulled on my shorts, feeling how wet I was as I pulled them against me, jamming my arms through my tank top, not even bothering to smooth it down, my breasts bouncing freely underneath.
“Wait! Sarah! It’s okay, you don’t have to–”
I didn’t look at them. I couldn’t. I turned, my bare feet slapping against the cool tiles, and fled the room.
The moment I was in the hallway, the cool, sterile air of the hotel hit me like a splash of ice water. I leaned against the closed door, gasping for breath, my body still trembling. The sounds from within were muffled now, but I could still hear their soft laughter, the slosh of water. My face burned with humiliation, but it wasn’t long before a different feeling began to bubble up beneath the shame. It was the feeling of having a strange, giddy, exhilarating secret.
And I knew it wouldn’t be long before I wanted more.