The Spa

Jessica had been told by all of her friends that she had
beautiful eyes that complemented her lustrous hair and that
it was a pity that she would sometimes choose to cover them up with
glasses.

"Wear you contacts all the time," they said, "and let the world see all of your pretty face."

She ignored the recommendation, finding her need for glasses
troublesome only after a shower, or at the pool. In bed, she
didn't need them, preferring the blind man's method of feeling
one's way through the activity. At work, she thought glasses
accorded her some professional distance from her male associates
and clients. They also communicated power and authority in some vague way. And sometimes, in a hard to understand way, they provided her with shelter from the world.

In short, it was very rare that Jessica wished that she
wore contacts instead of glasses. Only, now, at the new spa she
had just joined, it was one of those times.

Moving in her mouth watering string bikini from pool to hot
tub to pool was not a problem. She thought it just as well that she couldn't see the looks on the faces of the men who ogled her with her beautiful breasts and glistening
ass, all?but?nude in the tiny garment.

Now, however, she wanted to go to the steam room. Glasses
would be useless inside, of course, but getting to the room down
the tangle of corridors in the facility was a real battle. Now
was one of those times that she wished she had worn her contact lenses.

Stringing her way down the corridor in nothing but a towel,
she at last found the handle to the door marked "steam room".
She missed, however, the sign above, the graphic image of a man,
signifying "Men's Steam Room".

She stepped inside, her poor vision worsened by the fog?like
density of steam in the room. At first, the men in the room
didn't notice her either.

Alex, however, knew something was awry when he saw the
glistening thighs of a goddess and smelled the perfume of a woman's
body, a scent unlike any other on earth. He elbowed Dom, who elbowed Tony,
who alerted Sol. In silence, the men made a pact not to alert the world to the presence of this sensual, adventurous creature in their midst.

Sweat poured from the men as they waited for the woman to

say something. Jessica, on the other hand, did not see the five
men, stroking their cocks on the benches beside and in front of her. She felt the tension leave her muscles as the sweat cascaded down her glistening thighs and between her succulent breasts.

Gradually, it became too hot for the towel and she removed
it. Sol shot his load at that moment. Her sensual body was
revealed for all the men to see. She rubbed the sweat from between her swollen breasts with a sensual stroke of her hand, and then repeated the motion to wipe off the trickling sweat that tickled her inner thighs. Dom lost control on that one.

She spoke to the "girl" beside her, "It's certainly hot in
here."

Tony winked at Alex, and in his best falsetto, replied,
"Well, why don't you lay down on the bench and enjoy a relaxing
massage."

From the voice, Jessica envisioned the speaker to be a
heavyset masseuse. She complied, and Tony found himself standing
over her back. He began to rub her glistening skin.

"Don't you have any massage oil or cream?"

Tony smiled. The four men gathered around and stroked their
throbbing cocks over her back. Each one came in a matter of minutes, and
Tony massaged their cream into her skin.
"
That's better," she said. "What do you use? It gets kind
of hard, like a mud pack."

Tony turned up the falsetto once more.

"Well, the active ingredient is testosterone."

"You mean sperm?"

"Uh?huh."

His hands worked over her glistening ass, down to her silky
pubic hair. As he came to her thighs, he inadvertently stroked
her pussy. She responded by moaning slightly.

Tony took this as a signal to proceed. He pressed her legs
apart and gave her inner thighs a thorough going over. Then he
caressed her perfumed cunt until it glistened wet with sweat and cream. Using deft strokes, he parted the labia with two fingers and entered her with two others. Again, her sensual ass rose to meet the intrusion.

"God, steam makes me so horny. I wish you were a man."


"But I am."
Jessica started and sat upright. She pulled her towel up
over her breasts.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong is that you're a man."

"All of us are," responded Alex, "You're in the men's
steam bath."

"My God."

"Look, ma'am," Dom chimed in, "There's no need to be
uptight. We've all seen you nude and I think we all agree that
you are the sexiest woman we've ever seen. And we all heard you
say that you could use a man right now, and after seeing you, we
could sure use a woman. Why don't we do it now?"

"All four of you?"

"Why not? I'll bet you'll be satisfied."

Sweat ran down between Jessica's thighs, tickling her
pussy. They were right about her being horny.
"Show me what you've got."

Tony was on her in a second, or rather, she was on him. He
sat on the bench behind her and pulled her down gently onto his
organ. Dom knelt in front of her and licked her clit while
Tony thrust himself inside. Alex and Sol knelt on the bench
on either side of her and she took one cock into her mouth, then
the other. With so many cocks to satisfy, and so many men making love to her luscious body, Jessica couldn't help but come. And she did, in wave after wave.

In the course of their workout, she took the best they had in every conceivable position. At one point, Tony's member filled her mouth, while Sol and Dom both entered her pussy, and Alex brought up the rear. She was a magnificent female animal sweating and scratching her way to orgasm after orgasm, challenging the men and taking the best they had to give. They fucked her in her pussy and ass at the same time as she sucked on two throbbing
cocks. They licked at her salty sweat and tasted her thick creamy come. She was drunk with pleasure and insane with passion.

By the end of the session, she was covered in with cum and sweat as she lay at the feet of four very satisfied men. Dominick Alba, as it turned out, was an optometrist and made Jessica an appointment to fit her with contact lenses.

The one condition: she would never wear them in the steam room.