Drop the towel.

You let your towel drop to the ground, and you stand feeling like the famous painting of Venus for all to admire. You turn to see the old woman, and you can't tell, but she doesn't seem happy. Perhaps she worries you'll mess up the atmosphere of the spring. You can't get kicked out just for looking good, you figure, so you should be fine as long as you behave yourself. It'll be the rest of the patrons that'll need to control themselves. Not you.

You step down into the water, and you let out a sigh of relief as you lower yourself down to sit--water reaching your bust. It feels amazing.

Then you cup your hands and dip them down into the water. You pull it up, and drizzle the hot mineral water over your shoulders. It's a relaxing sensation, though less so for the others. Some of the men ogle as it trickles down your bare torso, over the tips of your breasts, and into the water. It doesn't take much longer for one of the men to scoot a bit closer, and open conversation. He seems Japanese from what you can tell, with a short beard and a bald head.

"I haven't seen you come here before," he says.

You turn to him and smile. "It's my first time."

"It's always good to see new faces." You catch his eyes moving up and down your figure. "The youth don't usually come out this way."

"I just wanted a nice, peaceful afternoon." You bring your hands up through your flowing ginger hair. "And it feels so nice and liberating being out here in the fresh summer air."

"I agree. It really is liberating..."

The water is too blurry and steamy to see much detail through, but you can tell just by how flustered they look that the men in the pool are rather excited by what they've seen, including the man speaking to you. It's a surreal experience, knowing he's as hard as a rock, and you're there naked before him, yet he has to hide it. Even if nudity is encouraged, if he were to stand, you doubt the traditional experience of the spring would respect a throbbing erection.