Freezing cold pool again.

That pool helped with your arousal so much. It might be painful, but maybe you can just sit in here for awhile longer. So, that's what you do. You dip your toe into the water, and then submerge completely like before. It doesn't feel any better. You grit your teeth and deal with the intense freezing sensation overcoming your skin.

A young woman with short black hair, tied back into a tiny ponytail, walks nearby. She has a white t-shirt, tight black shorts, and is barefoot. She looks down to you as she makes her way by.

"Oh wow. You're brave," she says with a chuckle.

"Y-Yeah. S-Something like th-that," you say through your shivering.

"I heard that's good for your skin."

You nod. "So wh-what are you doing h-here today?"

"I'm was just giving someone something and I'm on my way. Have fun in there," she says as she starts walking.

The she slips. Plummeting to the side, she falls directly into the center of the cold pool, right in front of you. It splashes and soaks your head as she goes completely under, coming immediately back up with widened eyes. She opens her mouth but covers it quickly with both hands, screaming into them.

"Are you okay?!" you shout.

"Y-Yes!" she says, tensed up. "Sh-Shit!"

You look her over. It's at this point you realise she isn't wearing a bra. Now that her white shirt is completely soaked through, it clings to her skin tightly, showing off every little curve of her torso. Her C cup breasts are fully visible through the thin material. Little pink, now hardened nipples poke through. Her tits are so clearly seen that she might as well not even be wearing a top.

She must not realise it, because when she crosses her arms, she does so beneath her bust which only pushes and bounces it up for you to ogle. You stare at her nipples as your cock starts to extend even through the cold water.

Finally she looks down and turns red, bringing her arms over her wet t-shirt.

"Shit! D-Don't look! Shit. I gotta get out of here. You d-didn't see this."

She climbs up from the ledge, giving you a long look at her wet, shiny thighs and short shorts from behind. Cradling her breasts, she hustles towards the exit as quickly as she can.

That was hot. Way hotter than you expected from a cold pool. Luckily, the freezing temperatures make that ordeal much more easy to bare. If it wasn't for that, you might have been in a lot more trouble. You stand eventually back up from the pool and decide it's time to leave.

Shaking that image of the woman out of your head, you find your way to the entrance of the changing rooms.