I don’t remember much about visiting a first nudist spa for the first time. It was with my ex. We had food for lunch together before we went on a Wednesday afternoon. Again, same as when we visited a sex club for the first time, my biggest feeling from the day was that it was lovely to spend so much time together just me and him.
When we got there, the receptionist was a bit cheeky as she was checking us in. I don’t own flip flops so (horror!) I had to borrow a pair. She offered to give us a tour of the place as it was our first time and I remember sniggering at the amount of signs up that warned against chewing gum. As though the biggest threat towards running this nudist place was gum. She pointed out the changing rooms, the lockers, the showers. I don’t remember the layout off the top of my head so the rest of the tour is a bit of a blur.
I do remember that we peered into the room with the hot tubs but it was dark and steamy. Then the pool which, when I glanced in, I got a good view of an older, overweight man absolutely railing a woman from behind on a rattan bed off to the side of the pool. I was a bit shocked, not that they were having sex necessarily but moreso because it was almost the first things I saw (and then almost saw nothing else sexual for the rest of the visit?). There was a bar and a dungeon bit. A cinema, a pool table.
We walked around the tour fully clothed but once it was over we had to head to the changing rooms and showers. And this was my first time in a space that required nudity. I didn’t know how to feel taking my clothes off, walking around in just my towel. I remember we initially went into different stalls to use the shower but I got nervous and joined my ex in his. I think my main instinct at the time was to hide behind him. I remember thinking I didn’t know how I’d make it through the next few hours here.
But almost as soon as I thought that, I bucked up. I hate it when my fear prevents me from doing things so in having that thought it made me determined to make the most of it. Lean into the discomfort and awkwardness if I could.
As I said, my memories of that day aren’t strong or clear memories. I remember talking to a nice man. I don’t remember if we met him in the pool and he perhaps followed us into the hot tubs? But as he was saying something to me? to both of us? I remember thinking of a funny thing to say that I hoped my ex would find funny. And he did, he laughed and it was like we were in our own private bubble. It was always just the two of us for me.
I enjoyed the time in the pool. At first it was just me and him and we were floating about in the pool. He did a couple of laps underwater and I remember feeling a little thrill at seeing his ass as he swam past me. I think even though I felt self conscious in the beginning with my own nudity, that I got over it quickly and it was only really getting in and out of the pool or hot tubs that I noticed it much.
We got chatting to people in the pool who were quite friendly. Nudists seem to be a chatty, inclusive sort. But I quickly grew bored of conversation and started with the floating in a more secluded area of the pool. But that ended when I looked up and saw a single man sitting at the edge of the pool wanking as he was watching me. I decided that was enough alone time and went back to find my ex.
Some of the people there were a bit much. As we were still wandering around looking at the different areas and trying things out we ran into some people who weren’t really our sort of people. There was a dark room? Maybe that isn’t the right way to describe it but it’s just a really, really dark space. I’m not into the anonymous nature of spaces like that but I am very child-like at times and I wanted to see how big this space was, where it ended. We were in there talking when men joined us. I think they were determined to touch one of us so my ex (who is tall) ended up stretching his leg out so that they’d ‘accidentally’ bump into his leg. I think my ex understood that I wasn’t comfortable in this space, so we left the dark room after that.
Next to it was the glory holes. Now you know I’m not the sort of person who would enjoy glory holes but as soon as I saw them I thought … I don’t think these holes are big enough. As mentioned, my ex is very tall. And I figured if I was kneeling (on the frankly quite narrow) little ledge, and he was standing in front of it that there would be a mismatch! So I went and kneeled and him, still with his towel around him, tried it out. Him standing with his giraffe long legs did put him at the very top end of the hole and just the whole enactment of this set me off into peals of laughter. So much so that I almost didn’t hear this 60+ year old man (with his cock out? did I misremember that? was he stroking it?) tell me ‘it’s better if you stay IN the glory hole’ …
Every time we ended up in the porn cinema, a couple of single men would follow us in there. I bet each time they followed us in they were a bit disappointed that it was just him and I in there discussing the merits of the porn we were watching, talking about how unrealistic it was or me asking him if what we were watching was appealing to him. I felt like I could have talked to him all day and not grown bored. But I kept being reminded that we were around other people. That wanted to touch me in dark places, that wanted me to give them blow jobs, that wanted us to be putting on a show in the cinema.
I had a nice time with him though, we played a game of pool in which I realised how terrible I am at pool. We spent time in a private room. Once it wasn’t hugely private and I ended up being very loud near and, because the changing rooms were right next to the room we were in, there seemed to be a lot of traffic around our room. Did the fact that others were nearby heighten things for me? Did knowing they could hear us? I don’t really know. What I mostly remember about being in that private room with him was us laughing really hard before, me having this absolutely perfect moment with someone I was in love with.
There were moments of awkwardness. It was weird being there and not really interacting with other people except when in the pool. Some of the men felt creepy. The glory hole guy, the guy wanking at the side of the pool, the ones that followed us into the cinema. We were sitting opposite to a couple in the lounge area and a man sort of pushed his partner’s face onto his dick in a way that didn’t feel sexy at all to me.
But it was an experience. And one I’m very glad to have shared with my ex.
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