Since summer, I’ve moved to a new part of the city, which means I no longer live with Bri. I sometimes miss living with her, but we’ve become better friends since I moved. A few weeks ago she called me out of the blue to invite me along for a trip to some nearby hotsprings. I accepted, remembering our last lazy naked day spent there, and agreed to meet at her place the next morning.
When I rolled up on my bike, Bri was loading her car with all manner of supplies. “You planning on staying up there for a while?” I joked.
“Lock up your bike, smartass,” she replied. “I just like to be prepared.”
I followed her into the house to help carry the last of the supplies, and as I glanced down I was reminded of the way she would drive me crazy walking around the house in her skirts, her ass jiggling as she walked. I could follow her around all day.
We hit the road shortly thereafter, en route to pick up her friend Olivia, who would be coming along. I was pleased that Olivia was joining us, as she and Bri were very physical together, and we would after all be spending the better part of the day naked. She’s also an incredibly attractive woman, way tall, great curves — and I had never seen her naked.
Olivia was ready and waiting when we got to her house, standing in the driveway looking like a hitchhiker from the seventies, arms crossed and hips cocked. She kissed both of us on the cheek as she jumped into the back seat. As I recall, she grew up with money in Brooklyn. Very fond of kissing, those people.
“So where are you taking me, Bri?” She asked as we took off. “All you said on the phone was that there’d be water and I wouldn’t need a bathing suit.”
“Sounds about right,” Bri said, smirking at me. “All you need is that fine ass of yours and the rest of the day off.”
The drive up into the mountains to the hotsprings took an hour or so, and we ended up having to hike the last bit on account of unplowed roads. But we made it. Approaching the springs, we were welcomed by thick clouds of steam drifting through the forest. The three of us like space-people, scouting this strange new world.
In the sixties, some clever folks had built an ewok-village of sorts surrounding the springs, with ducts feeding steaming water to wooden tubs. Bri was the first to get naked once we picked a tub. She threw off her clothes and began dancing around the tub, her white feet squishing into the snow-covered moss. Olivia and I watched Bri’s beautiful body bounce and sway for a minute before we followed suit.
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