Wellness Resort

You go through the door at the end of the hall and find yourself in a normal dressing room. White bathrobes hang on the walls, apparently provided for the guests. There are no bathing suits, which probably means that you bathe naked here. You undress and put your clothes in one of the lockers, which you can then lock with your fingerprint. You quickly throw on your bathrobe and go through the door into the next area.

Warm, moist air hits you. In front of you is a pool and loungers around it.

It's almost like being in a public swimming pool, you think.

But only almost, because suddenly a naked, wet woman walks past you. She had a towel tied around her hair like a turban, but made no effort to cover her breasts or her private parts. She didn't have to though, her big tits were really something to see. Another woman swam her laps in the pool. She seemed to be sporty. While swimming breaststroke she jumped with her upper body out of the water again and again, whereby her small, but firm tits jumped up. Other women and a few men were lying on the loungers. Also naked, of course.

You feel like a unicorn among the naked with your bathrobe on. A man sits on one of the loungers and waves to you. He points with his finger to the lounger next to him, which is still free.

You follow his call and sit down with him. He is slightly tanned and seems to be a bit older. Something between 60 and 65 you would guess. His chest is hairy and he has only a towel thrown over his lap.

"You new here, right?" the man asked you. You can clearly hear the Latin accent.

"Can you tell?"

"You like donkey. Donkey among flamingos."

"So this is the zoo, huh?"

The man laughed and punched you hard on the shoulders.

"You funny man!" His opulent belly jiggled as he laughed.

"So you're here often, then?"

"I'm a regular. Been coming for years with my wife," he said proudly.

"Your wife?" you inquired.

"Yes. I fuck young girls, she rides young cock. We both happy, you know?"

You nod.

"So amigo, I explain how things work here," he said, raising his finger like a teacher giving an important speech.

"Here pool. Here swim. No fucky fucky, understand?"

You nod again, even if you don't quite understand. It doesn't seem to be officially forbidden, after all, but maybe it's some kind of unofficial rule among the guests. People seem to relax here.

"You can meet woman here to fucky fucky though. Over there..." he pointed his fingers at a row of doors with signs saying "Occupied" or "Free." "..You can take woman to private jacuzzi. There you can fuck woman. And over there..." now he pointed to a corridor at the entrance of which there was a sign saying "Sauna".

"...there also fucky fucky. But asking first, yes? Women here no meat, like on floor black. Got it?"

Again you just nod.

You wonder if it's okay to jerk off at the beautiful sight of women bathing? After all, it's not "fucky fucky." Normally you don't do that, but at the sight of the cute sporty mouse with the pointed tits, you somehow get the desire. You want to ask the man, but he already has something else in mind. He was staring at a woman who had just come out of the locker room. She was also completely wrapped in a bathrobe. What she couldn't wrap in was the thick belly she was carrying in front of her.

Eighth or maybe even early ninth month, you guess at the size. It looked like she wasn't new here and headed straight for the sauna.

That's when the man next to you got up and followed the pregnant woman to the saunas. He held the towel in his hand while his swollen cock swung left and right in the air.

Now then. Where do I make myself comfortable first?