Bri & Lena meet for a soak

Zia sat behind the front desk of the Wellness Center tapping her fingers softly along to the samba coming from the stereo. A paperback collection of erotic stories by the famous Romanian author Ioana lay open on the desk. The bookstore downtown was featuring her work, and Zia couldn’t resist. She was savoring the stories one by one. Another hour until her lunch break.

She wore the same standard-issue sage polo tucked into high-waisted navy shorts she wore every day to work. She liked the way the uniform looked on her, complimenting her wide shoulders and round butt. She slumped back in the chair and looked out the window into the empty patio.

Down the hall, in the small studio named Tulsi, Bri finished up a private yoga session with three of her regular students. The young men, who worked together as journeyman timber-framers, thanked her and departed for the showers. Bri walked to the lobby, pulling a loose sweatshirt on over her sports bra. Just then, Lena entered through the front door. “Darling!” she beamed, pulling Bri in for a hug.

“Good timing,” Bri said, holding the woman’s hand. “I have just enough time for a quick soak before my next session.”

Lena smiled at Zia as the two women passed the desk on their way to the dressing room. Bri gave her a wink.

Lena undressed quickly and casually, tucking her clothes neatly into a cubby. Bri peeled off her sports bra and yoga pants, stepping out of a pair of black panties and tossing the whole outfit into a cubby of her own. The two left naked and empty-handed for the showers just as Bri’s three regulars returned equally naked to the dressing room. “See you next week,” Bri said over her bare shoulder as the young men stood exchanging surprised looks. Lena turned and winked at them.

On the patio, late morning sun warmed the stone tiles. Lena lowered herself into the soaking tub. “So, are you going to tell me all about your time at the big happening?”

Bri followed suit, facing her friend across the warm water. She rested her arms on the edge behind her, enjoying the light stretch across her chest. “I had a great time,” she said, closing her eyes to bring up the memory. “I led a circle of six first-timers. Well, mostly first-timers.”

“Were those three there?” Lena nodded toward the showers with a smirk.

Bri laughed. “Ah, no.”

“Too bad.”

“And how was your time?”

“Oh it was lovely. Margot & Quinn kept me company.” She cupped a handful of water and poured it over her breasts. “Those two had a moment.”

Bri lit up. “You can’t just leave it at that!”

Lena shook her head, smiling, lips tight.

Zia came out onto the patio through the showers. “Don’t mind me,” she said, slipping past in her uniform. “Just lighting the sauna for the day.”

“Won’t you join us, Zia?” Bri asked, looking at the girl’s butt as she bent to place a few logs in the stove.

“I wish I could get naked with you two, but I’m on all day.”

Lena rose to sit dripping on the tiled edge of the tub. “Were you at the Come-In as well?”

“I was part of Bri’s group!”

Lena looked over at her naked friend, who was turned to face the clothed girl. The contrast between bare skin and Zia’s modest uniform was exciting. It felt to Lena like the reverse of watching a model undress in her studio for the first time — a moment she particularly enjoyed. She turned back to Zia. “And?”

“And I came my brains out,” Zia said, raising her eyebrows as she struck a match. “Bri knows what she is doing.”

After rinsing the saltwater off their bodies in the shower, Lena & Bri stepped back into the dressing room. Each had her hair wrapped in a beige towel, but was otherwise nude. Lena’s long limbs and slim torso contrasted sharply with Bri’s thick, athletic form. The girl’s plump breasts capped in rosy nipples looked full and round beside the older woman’s pointy, gracefully upturned pair.

“So you’re not going to tell me about what Margot & Quinn got up to?”

“More like down to,” Lena quipped, practically at a whisper.

“No!” Bri covered her mouth with eyes wide.

Lena turned and lifted her linen shirt from the cubby. “I will say no more.”

Just then, Zia stepped in from the waiting area. “Guess who’s on her lunch break?” She untucked the sage green polo and in one fluid motion pulled it up over her head, setting her gold earrings jangling. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her dense, high breasts shimmied as she freed herself from the shirt. She pushed her navy shorts and orchid panties down in one motion, stepped free, and tossed the whole uniform into an empty cubby. Lena admired the girl’s lack of inhibition, and immediately thought of inviting her to the studio.

“You’ll find me dancing on the patio for the next fifteen minutes,” Zia said, raising her arms above her head with a flourish. With that, she disappeared naked into the showers.

Bri watched her go, wishing she could follow. She had another private session in Tulsi in five minutes. Still naked, she turned back to Lena, who was doing up the last mother-of-pearl button on her shirt. The woman’s panties and jeans still sat folded in her cubby. Bri looked down at her friend’s smooth bare thighs, recalling their recent foursome in the garden. “My dear, you’ve said plenty.”