The bathhouse

“So, what exactly happened before we showed up?” Selan asked Maya as the trio exited out through the back of the Wayfarer Inn and began to move across the courtyard formed by it, the stable and the bathhouse. When Francesca and him had come down the stairs, with Selan being on the receiving end of quite a few knowing looks and jealous stares from the other patrons, Maya was just about to finish her conversation with the barkeep, who seemed suitably meek in the wake of his complete inaction during the brief fight that had taken place earlier.

“Nothing much, I hadn't been there long when I caught someone trying to steal my purse,” Maya began to explain as they approached the bathhouse, “When I grabbed hold of his wrist and asked him what he thought he was doing, he pulled a knife on me and tried to stab me.”

“Just because you caught him trying to steal from you?” Selan asked. From what little he knew about thieves and pick pockets, they were usually not all that violent, and most would have tried to break of Maya’s grasp. Unconsciously, he reached behind him and ran his right hand down over his sheathed sword.

“Well, he stank of beer and both he and his friend were pretty noisy when I first showed up,” Maya replied, forming her face into a frown after she’d finished speaking.

“It seems odd that they would go after you when there were other people around,” Francesca observed.

“I know,” Maya replied, “Anyway, Selan, thanks for saving my ass.”

“Sure,” Selan grinned, sensing that Maya wanted to steer the conversation towards a more pleasant topic, “It’s not the first time I’ve had to do that.”

“Yes, well, keeping a lookout while I stole apples when we were twelve wasn’t quite the same thing,” Maya’s face lit up into a happy smile as she glanced over at Selan, and the sight of it got his cock to twitch in his pants.

They ended the conversation as they reached the door to the bathhouse, with Selan pushing it open and all three of them stepping into a small room with another door on the opposite end of it, probably leading out onto the street outside. The room itself was dominated by a counter similar to the one in the inn, and behind sat a short, middle-aged woman. The woman, who was almost as wide as she was tall, looked towards the newcomers and a warm smile appeared on her friendly face.

“Hi, uh, we’re here for a bath,” Selan began, conscious of what it must like to the woman when Maya now slipped one arm in underneath his right arm and Francesca did the same on the other side.

“You’re staying at the inn, aren’t you?” The woman replied, and Selan again found himself on the receiving end of a knowing smile.

“Uh-huh,” Francesca answered, before placing a loving kiss on Selan’s cheek, with Maya being quick to follow her example.

“And I take it you want a separate room, rather than use the common baths?” The woman continued on as she rose to her feet and reached in under the counter to retrieve something.

“That would be nice,” Selan replied.

“Room seven’s free,” The woman explained as she placed a key on the counter, “try not to make to much of mess.”

“We will,” Selan promised as he snaked his way free of Maya and Francesca to pick up the key.

“You’re Selan, right?” The woman smiled at Selan. Confused as to how she’d know his name, Selan simply nodded his head in silence.

“I could hear your friends from here,” The woman explained, chuckling at the manner in which all three of them immediately began to blush, “I’m Manira, you’ve already met my husband Gareth, since he runs the inn.”

“Right,” Selan slipped out.

“Seven’s up that way,” Manira pointed her thumb towards a doorway, “and be sure to enjoy yourselves.”

“We will, thanks,” Selan replied, still feeling his cheeks burned as he rejoined Francesca and Maya and all three of them began to move in the direction that Manira had pointed at, soon finding themselves in a corridor lined by doors with red numbers painted onto each and every one of them.

“Well, this certainly looks nice enough,” Maya said of the rustic bathroom that laid beyond door number seven after Selan had unlocked it and all three of them had entered the room. The bathroom was quite large, with sturdy wooden benches lining the walls on all sides expect for the one with the door, two windows mounted in the roof to allow a reasonable amount of light to spill into the room, and a round wooden tub standing in the middle of the room, looking like it was big enough for there to be room for three or four people inside it.

Walking up to the tub, Maya turned the taps and smiled at the water which began to flow into the tub, the soaring sound of which filled the room, before proceeding to undo her sword belt and move over towards one of the benches, placing her weapon on top of it before pulling her top up over her head.

Maya’s smile grew wider when she looked behind her at what Francesca and Selan were up to. Having closed the door behind them, Selan and Maya were standing right in front of it, Francesca’s head tilted to the left and her eyes closed as Selan stood behind her, kissing her neck whilst having one hand having snuck its way inside her blouse and the other having disappeared in underneath her long black skirt.

Over the sound of pouring water, Maya could just make out the excited moans that Francesca was producing while Selan played with her pussy and tits at the same time.