Wrong Again !

Fortunately the winding, smoothly paved route was short and within a few minutes their path had intersected with another. There was a signpost that looked similar to the one they had seen when they had last had to choose a route. Debbi wondered if they had somehow made it back to where they had started off. Her sense of direction was completely turned around after being lost for so long and then driven to panic by the ensuing mayhem. "Does this look familiar ?" she asked Lesley. "The forest all looks the same. This could be where we began ?"

"Not unless the only two paths both led us to all those blokes," Lesley replied confidently. "They definitely weren't expecting to see us. I know what you mean though, maybe it's the same path from the showers but now we're further along or something. They were up the hill, so we should go higher. I dunno about you, but I've had enough relaxing for one day."

Debbi agreed. It seemed prudent to leave lest they were in trouble for intruding where they shouldn't have. They quickly and cautiously ascended the track, finding more paths joining further up. Lesley became more confident that they might be heading towards the sanctuary of the changing rooms. Right now, the two were single minded in their desire to get some clothing on. Their pace increased, spurred on by the fact they had yet to run into anyone else and were eager to find cover before their luck ran out.

Their hearts lifted as they came towards the familiar sight of the changing rooms. The squat building peaked out over the surrounding shrubbery, an oasis beckoning them forward. "Oh thank goodness !" exhaled Debbi, overjoyed at the discovery. "We're finally back. That was lucky, let's get changed quickly and go find Mr Ito." Lesley agreed enthusiastically and they bounded over to the entrance, wasting no time in bursting into the confines of the tiled corridor. Their pulses slowly calmed. Stepping into the familiar, circular chamber and its aromatic, steam clouded air, Debbi and Lesley focused themselves entirely upon the rack of baskets. The changing rooms were mercifully quiet, with only a few shower cubicles seemingly occupied. Lesley began hurriedly towelling herself off as Debbi hunted for her clothes.

They didn't seem to be where she had left them. She glanced around, looking in different baskets. Where could they be ? As she glanced at other people's folded outfits, she began to realise that something was wrong. She was about to ask Lesley if she had found her own garments, when a sudden cry of alarm caused them to both tense. They glanced around to see that the occupants of the showers were more naked, astonished Asian men. Someone had finally noticed the pair through the steamy air and alerted everyone else to the presence of the two women. "Oh no, we're in the wrong changing rooms !" Debbi shrieked. She glanced over to the entrance they had taken, but another group of men were returning, blocking the corridor. They too began shouting in surprise at the unexpected trespassers.

Lesley pointed over to the only remaining path available to them and the women ran out in panic, yells and disgruntled cries following them as they found themselves bursting out onto the familiar scene of the spa's main courtyard. Any relief that they were at least now surrounded by familiarity was extinguished by the groups of fully dressed men and women making their way back and forth between the various picturesque buildings. There was an audible gasp from the onlookers as the two women froze in their tracks. Debbi and Lesley were mortified. As the moment of terror passed, Lesley took the lead and hurtled off towards the women's showers. Debbi rushed after her, eager to escape the outcry that was brewing.

They slipped inside the changing rooms and quickly found their clothing right where it had been left. This time Lesley didn't bother continuing her drying process. She followed Debbi's example and threw her outfit on, moist skin or not. At least nobody in here was surprised by their presence, though Debbi was sure she could hear a clamour occurring outside. If only she'd had the presence of mind to grab a couple of towels in her escape from the men's changing rooms. Lesley had at least gotten away with flashing little more than her bare behind, compared to Debbi who had been bare ass naked. Though by the colour she had turned this was of little comfort to the punky artist !