“So when do you ladies want to head for dinner?” Tracy asked us in a complete change of subject. “My friend Shannon said we have got to try the cheese fondue. She’s been here four times and she said she’ll be completely shocked if we don’t come away from this weekend desperate to return.”
We agreed we would freshen up and head up to the main building in about half an hour. Apparently, it was expected that we’d just wear our bathrobes and flip flops to the restaurant in the spa and we were just as happy not to have to dress up.
The fondue was as delicious as advertised. We relaxed over white chocolate mousse with a delicate raspberry coulis, sipping a sweet late harvest white wine, and watching some of the other guests amble over to the hot tub. We hadn’t had time to explore that part of the small resort this afternoon, but we had talked about a soak before bed tonight. Tracy had informed us over dinner that the spa was all female and that bathing suits were not required for the hot tubs and saunas. Probably just as well since two of our group – including myself – had neglected to bring any.
We stepped into the chill night air, Tracy and Lamya heading to the sauna while Jen and I left our bathrobes hanging next to a pile of fluffy white towels and stepped into the hot tub. It was February and, while paths had been cleared through the snow, it was cold enough to see your breath. We didn’t dawdle. The hot tub was a great sprawling landscape of natural rock with submerged seats around the inside perimeter and several smaller pools branching off from the main section. With the steam rising off the hot water, it was almost impossible to see into those more secluded areas and I wasn’t even sure if they were occupied.
Jen and I found a spot near the entrance to the pool where the other women would be able to find us and immersed ourselves to the neck. It was delightfully hot and I found all of my muscles relaxing. I could see vague movement through the fog and could hear quiet conversation and laughter, so I figured there must be some other guests in the smaller pools. The sky was completely clear and the moon was full, adding a soft illumination to the artificial lighting tastefully scattered around the landscape.
We hadn’t been sitting long before Tracy and Lamya came giggling up the path from the sauna, clutching at each other’s arm. They hung their bathrobes next to ours and quickly moved to the steps.
“Holy crap! It’s cold!” Tracy exclaimed, rubbing at her arms. She had a gorgeous body, I mused, even though it was quickly being covered in goose bumps. She was about 5’8″ with firm high breasts, long toned legs, and a flat stomach. I sighed softly. My 38D breasts had been firm two children ago.
They sat next to us and Tracy immediately leaned forward conspiratorially.
“Oh my God! I have to tell you what we just saw!” she began. “So we got to the sauna and it’s super dark inside, but we could tell there were a couple of other women in there already. Lamya and I sit down – it’s SO hot, but we’re just relaxing and letting our eyes adjust.”