Ingrid's Weekend Part 6

Considerably more relaxed, they eat a lovely meal and go from there to the sauna.

“Do you do this often?” Beth asks Ingrid as they sit across from each other, wrapped in towels.

“Not in America,” Ingrid replies.

“Did you before?”

“Once a month.”

The others don’t mind the sauna, but the next step in the thermal cycle gives them pause. The cold pool is indoors, and the facilities are spotless, but they’re still hesitant.

Finally, something that Ingrid is properly comfortable with. Getting back into these rituals goes a long way toward erasing some of the discomfort from yesterday. Or maybe it was the solo release that she had under the shower. Either way, she couldn’t be happier as she drops her towel and enters the icy water.

Adella’s pride won’t let her stay out, and Beth’s pride forces her to follow. Riona’s pride isn’t quite as problematic, but she’s courageous enough to come in regardless.

They shiver their way through the pool and emerge to move onto the resting step, sitting around a small outdoor stove while wrapped in soft robes and sipping wine. The chilly breeze and afternoon sunshine are perfect.

Smiling, Ingrid closes her eyes and basks in it. When she opens her eyes, she sees Adella looking at her, but it’s not her usual look.

“What?” she asks.

“Nothing,” Adella replies.

After that is massages, where things suddenly stop going so smoothly when Adella refuses to turn over. She stubbornly stays on her front while the rest of them turn to continue. Beth and Riona’s efforts to not die laughing puncture the placid aura of the place, but the very professional massage therapists put up with it gamely.

Maybe Kristina pictured something different for this weekend, but she’s inadvertently done a good job. After dinner and a long soak in a scented hot spring in the open air, Ingrid is as relaxed and happy as she can be without Riley around.

As much as she’s enjoying the company of her old teammates, she can’t help but think about a getaway like this with Riley. It would be funny to introduce Riley to some of these customs that she would undoubtedly find strange. And with Riley, the nights could be a little more honest without all the ego jousting that she knows she’ll be in for in an hour or two.

That’s all right, though. Ingrid tells herself that the antics of her teammates are amusing, not stressful. To her relief, things are a lot less intense when Beth and Riona aren’t going out of their way to tease Adella.

Lying around the suite with wine and desserts isn’t dignified, but dignity isn’t what they’re going for. They’ve been nude under fluffy robes all day; why stop now? Riona refills her drink and seats herself next to where Adella is sprawled comfortably on the sofa.

“Learned your lesson, have you?” she asks.

“I’m very humbled,” Adella replies mildly. She’s been suspiciously calm since lunch, and Ingrid wonders if it’s because she got herself off, or if she’s realized the position that she’s in. From the way that Adella’s robe is belted so loosely that she keeps ‘accidentally’ giving them an eyeful, Ingrid has her suspicions.

Apparently, so does Beth, who gazes accusingly at the way Riona is cozying up to Adella.

“Are you scabbing?” she demands.

“Am I what?”

“You know. Not doing your part for the strike.”

“I’m just sitting here,” Riona replies, indignant.

“Are not. You’re being a weak-willed woman. That’s what you’re doing.” Beth points accusingly.

“I’m very strong-willed,” Riona sniffs. “Aren’t I?” she adds to Adella.

“Sure,” Adella replies. She’s too relaxed. Adella knows that she has the advantage. Ingrid curls up on the sofa and braces herself.

“See?” Riona matches Beth’s stare. Then she looks away. “I mean, would it really be so unusual for old flames to meet again at a…”

“Oh my god,” Beth moans, dragging her hand across her face. “Suppose I should be lucky you lasted as long as you did. It was your bloody idea, you stupid twat.”

“And it worked,” Riona says, patting Adella’s leg. “She understands who’s in charge.”

“Sure,” Adella replies. “Just tell me what to do. You’re in charge.”

“Shag my brains out. I’m yours.” No hesitation at all.

Beth just shakes her head as Riona pulls Adella’s robe open and devours her cock.