The Sports Centre (Kaymala pt 11)

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

Hi everyone, this is another episode in my Kaymala series. Shorter than usual this time. This isn't a series you need to read in order, but if you want to then you can find part 1 here, or if you want to follow Layla's arc so far you could read part 7, part 8, part 9, and part 10. This story contains nonchalent peeing and nudity.

 

The sports centre complex was a short bus ride from the hostel. As Layla and Simon stepped off the bus, a group of joggers ran past, wrapped in leggings and jumpers against the cold. They followed behind the joggers along a path that led through a small park with trees and flowers, and then to the sprawling sports centre itself.

The group of joggers had finished their run when they reached the sports centre, and were now gathered outside its doors, chatting and doing cool-down exercises. A few were pissing against the wall of the building or squatting on the concrete. It might be that others didn’t seem to want to expose their skin to the cold, because Layla noticed several relieving themselves into their running clothes while they chatted. The woman in charge was handing out water bottles and congratulating the joggers, all the while a dark patch was spreading down the front of her pale leggings.

Layla asked Simon about this, but he just laughed. “I guess they’re about to get changed anyway, so why not?”

The pair of them walked past the joggers and into the sports centre. They were here to visit the spa that was joined on to the sports centre, but first they had to meet up with their friends, Freya and Olivia, who had come down earlier to get some rock climbing in.

The front doors to the complex led into a large, open-plan foyer. On their right, a gallery overlooked a set of indoor tennis courts. Against the left wall was a welcome desk. Beyond a set of turnstiles they could see into a changing area with benches, lockers and showers, but no stalls or dividing walls. Everybody seemed to change out in the open, and to shower in the open, and to piss in the open while they were doing it. Layla watched a woman towel herself off from her shower and walk naked over to a hairdryer that hung from the wall. As she blow-dried her hair and examined herself in the mirror, a shower of piss pattered down her legs and onto the floor. Nearby, a man had taken off his jeans and boxers and was pissing hands-free while he changed his shirt. A girl who was halfway through changing back into her everyday clothes was sitting on one of the slatted benches, her piss pouring through one of the gaps. Her friend, already dressed and waiting for her, laughed and pulled down her shorts to squat beside a drain.

While Simon spoke to the welcome desk, Layla crossed to the gallery overlooking the tennis courts. Some of the tennis players wore shorts and T-shirts, some sports bras and boxers, others were completely naked. For a few minutes she enjoyed watching the breasts and cocks of the naked players bounce as they played. Her attention was particularly drawn to two girls, who both wore T-shirts but were naked below the waist. They were playing intensely and clearly didn’t want to interrupt their game for something as trivial as a bathroom break: between rallies, each girl would take a quick leak where she stood while the other girl ran to retrieve the ball. Elsewhere, another game had less compunctions about breaking for the bathroom. One player said something to his opponent and stepped off the court to piss on the polished floor. His opponent pulled one leg of her tennis shorts aside and pissed standing.

Simon finished at the desk and came over holding two wrist-straps with electronic tags, one of which he passed to her.

“Shall we go find the others?” he said. “And then it’s spa time.”

He led her down some stairs and along a corridor to the rock climbing room, where Freya and Olivia would be. It was a tall room with climbing walls on all four sides, lit by a skylight above. In the centre of the room were a set of benches, where people left their bags and clothes. Two climbers were in the middle of getting changed when Layla walked in. As with the tennis players, some people were climbing with their clothes on -- shorts or leggings, T-shirts or sports bras -- and others without. As she looked up at the people climbing, Layla couldn’t help admiring so many lithe bodies in one place, and so many butts sticking out from the wall, whether they were covered with fabric or not.

They found Freya and Olivia at the far end of the room. Olivia was climbing a patch of wall that overhung in a nerve-inducing way, gripping onto handholds that to Layla looked tiny. She wore a green sports bra, a harness and climbing shoes, but nothing else. Freya was down on the ground, passing the rope through a loop in her own harness. She was dressed as the inverse of Layla, with tight Lycra shorts below the waist but everything above hanging free. She smiled as they approached.

“How’s it going?” Simon asked.

“Pretty good,” said Freya. “Looking forward to getting naked. Working out always turns me on.”

She winked at Layla, making her blush.

Simon laughed. “Well I’m sure we can find a solution to that later.”

“My, what are you suggesting, Simon?” said Freya, her voice sultry. “I wouldn’t want to do anything indecent.”

From above, Olivia’s voice called, “Watch out below!”

Freya took a smart step back. Looking up, Layla saw Olivia taking a break with her feet flat on the wall and her arms free. Olivia adjusted the position of her harness slightly, and a few seconds later, a shower of pee started to fall, splattering on the soft mat below. A foamy puddle formed and slowly soaked into the material.

“Actually, I could do with a leak as well,” said Simon, stepping up to face an unoccupied stretch of climbing wall. Freya seemed to watch him with particular interest as he sprayed the wall and a couple of the low-down handholds. While she was distracted, Layla took the opportunity to ogle her body, eyeing her pert tits, her Lycra-enclosed butt which the harness straps seemed to make more prominent, and the bulge at the front of her shorts.

“Here’s something I wonder about, Layla,” said Freya, and Layla guiltily pretended she hadn’t been staring. “In your country, do you wear clothes to exercise?”

“I mean, yeah,” said Layla.

“No exceptions?

“Unless you do exercise in your own house, I suppose,” said Layla. “I had a friend who used to do yoga naked in her room. She’d mention it when she was drunk and trying to hit on a guy. But we don’t have clothing-optional gyms.”

“Or swimming pools?”

Layla shook her head.

“Weird,” said Freya. “I hate doing exercise in clothes. You get so sweaty, and they restrict your movement.”

“You’re wearing shorts,” Layla pointed out.

“You want me to take them off?” Freya asked, and Layla blushed again. “I only wear these for climbing. These harnesses can be a bit painful on certain parts of the anatomy.”

“What other sports do you do?”

“I like surfing,” said Freya, “and naked surfers sure do look good, but it’s too cold for that right now. They also do volleyball sessions here one evening a week. The four of us should have a volleyball game at some point. Clothing strictly not allowed.”

“Usual forfeit for losing?” said Simon, refastening his flies.

“What is the usual forfeit?” asked Layla.

“Play and find out,” said Freya, winking again. “I promise you the forfeit’s enjoyable whether you’re on the giving or receiving end.”

Olivia made her way back down the wall, and the two girls busied themselves removing their harnesses and ropes. While she waited, Layla looked around the room again. On a different wall, a woman who was completely naked except for her harness had just reached the top of the route. She hung from the top handhold with one hand, while -- as if in celebration -- taking a piss powerful enough to arc forward and hit the wall, using her free hand to pull on her crotch to redirect her aim. Beside the benches, another girl was taking huge gulps from a water bottle while simultaneously pissing full force into her navy shorts, trickles running down her legs and wetting her climbing shoes. Layla wondered if she should take up rock climbing.

“Ready for the spa?” asked Simon.

“Absolutely,” said Layla. She followed her friends out of the room, wondering what a Kaymalan spa would involve.

 

 

Sorry to leave it on a cliff-hanger! I will try to follow up with the spa day, but I wanted to post what I had so far rather than sit on it.

[miketeo43 7]

amazing as always

[CON2H4 647]

Looking forward to the spa.

[Ms. Tito 2,393]

Another banger from Willow! 

[Lutab 1,051]

Looking forward to the spa 

[CON2H4 647]

On 7/31/2021 at 1:15 PM, CON2H4 said:

Looking forward to the spa.

8 hours ago, Lutab said:

Looking forward to the spa 

 

 

[wetwulf 3,324]

Another hot chapter. I know the spa is going to be "hot" as well.

[Ms. Tito 2,393]

@BeneathMyWillowBy the way I'd like to ask something, how big is Freya down there?

[BeneathMyWillow 840]

20 hours ago, Ms. Tito said:

@BeneathMyWillowBy the way I'd like to ask something, how big is Freya down there?

Ha, I guess the first answer is, whatever size you want 😉 I like to leave some descriptions vague so whoever is reading can imagine what they want the character to look like. When I'm writing though I do have a rough idea what each character looks like. In my imagining she is pretty average-sized downstairs, but more of a shower than a grower if that makes sense.

By the way, it can be a hard balance to strike between being too vague and too detailed, but if you'd prefer more "anatomical" detail like that in the writing then I'm open to feedback.

[Lutab 1,051]

On 8/1/2021 at 6:57 AM, CON2H4 said:

 

 

Lol didn’t notice you had said the exact same thing XD

[CON2H4 647]

4 hours ago, Lutab said:

Lol didn’t notice you had said the exact same thing XD

Except I at least remembered my full stop. 😉

[Lutab 1,051]

Lol yep

[new2this 128]

DEEEEElightful.  Love your work.

[cjm3rcl1n3 52]

Absolutely love Kaymala. I would ha-pee-ly live there, if I could. Was the pun (cliffhanger) intentional, or accidental? More, please!