“Shall we head back to the pool?” Tracy asked me casually. I was somewhat dumbstruck, not sure what to say to her after all that.
“Don’t worry Kate,” she said, stroking a hand lightly down my arm. “I won’t say anything to the others about this if you’d rather I didn’t. But,” she continued, looking at me sideways and squeezing my arm gently, “if you ever want to hook up… well, I’d be game,” she finished. “We can just say we watched a bit of a show,” she said, handing me my bathrobe and leading the way back up the path to the hot tub.
My pussy felt heavy with the orgasm, but if anything, it had made me hornier. I found myself wishing that I were sharing a room with Tracy tonight.
We joined the others back in the hot tub, though it took a few moments to find them as they had moved to one of the more secluded pools off the main section. The steamy fog almost completely obscured us from each other, even when sitting side by side, and Tracy entertained them with a much-edited version of our sauna visit. She moved to sit next to me on the stone seat and I felt her hand rest idly on my thigh as she described our supposed surprise and shock at the escapades of the sauna.
“I’m pretty sure stuff is going on in here too,” Lamya murmured. “The noises we’ve been hearing from some of the pool areas sounds like someone is having a really good time.”
“Do you swing that way at all, Lamya?” Tracy asked casually. Her fingers were teasing towards my inner thigh but with all the steam, I was positive no one could see.
“Well,” she began, “I know a lot of Saudi women have ‘special friends’– just not getting enough attention from their husbands. It’s not that unusual.” I noticed vaguely that she had not really answered the question.
“I’ll have to have a word with Shannon when we get back,” Tracy told us, mock-seriously. “She had said this place might surprise me, but…”
“The food has been amazing and I can’t fault the treatments so far, so even though it seems a bit… unorthodox in certain areas, I’m having a great time,” Jen announced. The rest of us agreed and we sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the heat of the water and the quiet of the outdoors.
Well, the other two sat in comfortable silence. I still had Tracy’s fingers stroking my inner thigh, teasing towards more sensitive areas. I wondered if she’d try fingering me in front of the other two and I couldn’t decide if I wanted her to or not. As I debated, she hooked her foot around my lower leg, drawing it towards her and spreading my thighs. Her hand moved higher and my arousal spiked again, as though I hadn’t just had a toe-tingling orgasm 15 minutes earlier. She brushed her fingers along my pussy lips, teasing them apart. The water felt so hot as she spread them open. She idly played around gently as the water was washing away any of my own more slippery lubricant.
I didn’t know what to do with my own hands, gripping the edge of the stone seat and holding myself in place. The others began to chat about the planned treatments for tomorrow, the wine we had at supper, the landscaping of the spa. Tracy joined in appropriately, but I could barely concentrate enough to respond to direct questions. I wanted her to put a finger in me. I wanted her to play with my nipples, aching and straining in the water to be touched. I wanted to grind my pussy against hers as I had seen her do with the brunette in the spa.