A trip to the steam room

Morgan's next stop was the steam room.

Still buzzing from her recent orgasms, the Brit sat down on one of the benches. Shuffling herself into a more comfortable position, Morgan closed her eyes and tried to relax. Her hands readjusted her robe, paranoid that she was going to flash someone.

Just as she began to feel comfortable, a pair of Dutch voices disturbed her. Opening her eyes, Morgan saw Femke Bol and Lieke Klaver taking a seat opposite her. Conversing in their native language, they didn't notice Morgan staring at her. The Brit knew that it was rude to stare, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. Both of them were completely naked! How could they be OK flashing their bodies like that? In the shower, when everyone else was naked, sure. But around people who were clothed?

Morgan's surveillance hadn't been as discreet as she had thought. Femke broke off the conversation, and turned towards her.

"Morgan, do you mind not staring at my boobs?"

"S-sorry!" the Brit jumped, blushing and dropping her gaze.

"Hey, why aren't you looking at my tits?" Lieke teased, winking.

Morgan squirmed. Was it rude to look? Was it ruder to not look?

"Y-yours are great," she stammered. "Both of you. You...you've both got great boobs!"

"Lieke, stop teasing her!" Femke laughed. "You know what Brits are like with nudity!"

Morgan was spared any further teasing by the arrival of her friends, Dina Asher-Smith, and Katarina Johnson-Thompson. The high jumper was relieved to see that they were also uncomfortable with the Dutch nudists, throwing furtive glances their way. At least Dina and Kat were also sensibly wearing robes, Morgan thought.

They discussed their highlights of their time in the French capital, but it was only when Femke and Lieke departed that they let out a collective sigh of relief.

"I don't know how they can do that!" Kat whispered.

"I know! Even in a spa, I wouldn't go naked! And not just because it's not very hygienic," Dina added.

Dina's robe parted slightly as she shifted her body, and Morgan saw something that made her stomach drop. Dina was wearing a bikini.

Morgan gripped the bench tightly, her face becoming pale. She had just assumed her friends were dressed similar to her, but both of them were wearing swimsuits! No wonder they were so calm; they weren't one robe slip away from being nude!

"Yeah, what's wrong with a bikini?" Morgan chuckled, trying to remain calm.

She continued to join in the chat, but her brain was whirring as she attempted to form a plan as to how she was going to get out of this mess without Dina and Kat finding out about her bikini-less state.

This wasn't turning out to be the relaxing spa day Morgan had hoped it would be.