The Spa (Kaymala pt 12)

[BeneathMyWillow 824]

Hi everyone, this is the next episode in my Kaymala series. You can read this series out of order, but you might get more out of this one if you've read the introduction of some of these characters, especially part 7 which introduces Layla and part 8 which introduces Freya. You might also like the previous part. This story contains nonchalent peeing and casual sex in public.

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Layla, Freya, Simon, and Olivia entered the sports centre’s open-plan changing area together and found a bench to share. They were on their way to the spa, which shared a changing area with the rest of the sports centre. There were a number of other people already there, people of all genders getting changed and showering together. Two girls at the next bench across had just come from the gym. One immediately pulled down her shorts and squatted over a drain. The other, to judge by the damp streaks down her leggings, had already taken care of that business.

Layla was nervous. She had been naked in front of her friends only once or twice around the hostel, but she still preferred to wrap a towel around herself on the way back from the shower and often waited until the dorm room was empty before she got dressed. Getting naked in front of so many strangers was another step altogether.

Her friends had no such nerves. Olivia, who was already naked from the waist down, immediately unfastened the sports bra she had been wearing, shaking free two pert boobs with pierced nipples. Simon gave Olivia’s body an appreciative look over -- though he had surely seen it many times -- before unfastening and pulling down his own shorts.

“I see you’re already in the mood,” Freya said to him. She playfully reached out for Simon’s cock, which was erect and now bouncing free. He dodged away.

“I’m sure we can deal with it later,” he said, “one way or another.”

Layla looked away. In the few days that she’d been here she’d found her mind dwelling on Freya more and more. Despite herself, she was starting to feel a twinge of jealousy when Freya flirted with other people, especially Simon. She still hadn’t got used to the fluid way that people worked here, the way the lines between friendship and sexual relationships blurred together. Freya and Simon weren’t a couple in any romantic sense, but they seemed to fuck almost daily. Just that morning, Layla had walked into the hostel’s shower room to find Freya leaning against the tiled wall while Simon entered her from behind. Layla had decided to wait until they’d finished before taking her shower.

Of course, it wasn’t like there was anything special between Simon and Freya. She’d seen and heard Simon and Olivia fucking as well, and she knew all three of them had other friends around the city that they would hook up with regularly.

Layla had only had sex once since she arrived in Kaymala -- with Freya. She wanted it to happen again, but she wasn’t sure how to bring it up.

“Everything okay, Layla?” asked Freya, shaking Layla out of her thoughts. “If you’re nervous about being naked in the spa, you can keep some clothes on. I don’t think anybody will object.”

“I’m okay,” said Layla. She hurriedly started to undress, trying not to show any embarrassment, though she could feel her cheeks turning red. As she pulled down her jeans and boxers, she suddenly wondered what her mother would say if she was here, and had to fight not to laugh.

“Don’t mind me, guys, I’m just gonna take a quick pee,” said Freya, making Layla’s ears perk up. Freya was naked from the waist up, but still wearing her grey, knee-length leggings. She made no move to take them off or step away from the group, but instead just stood with her hands on her hips as a dark spot appeared at her crotch. Layla watched as the glistening wetness spread, first to the left under the force of her stream, then down under gravity until it ran out of fabric, after which a trickle started to run down her leg, over her bare foot and onto the tiled floor. As the girl continued to pump more pee into the shorts, the wet patch started to spread outwards, engulfing the bulge at her crotch, spreading between her legs and up around her backside. Multiple rivulets of piss formed, dripping off her crotch and buttocks as well as trickling down both legs.

“You really needed to go,” said Olivia. “Did you hold it all the time we were climbing?”

Freya shrugged. “I always hold it until the end of a workout. The feeling of release at the end is so good.”

Layla wondered about peeing along with Freya. She certainly had enough pressure in her bladder, but she was nervous, and she decided to wait.

Once all four of the group were naked, they left their bags and clothes in a locker, and picked up towels from a rack before making their way through the doors to the spa area. Layla found herself in a huge, open-plan room, where the air was steamy. The floor was divided into pools of different sizes and temperatures -- some the size of swimming pools, some only large enough for two people, some arranged in concentric circles, some partially walled off in their own booths. At the far wall, large windows looked over more pools outside, steaming in the cold air. Doors on the other walls led to saunas, steam rooms, and massage parlours.

The room was crowded, and everybody was naked. Layla had never seen anything like it. On a raised platform at the centre of one of the circular pools, a woman without a stitch on her was leading some sort of exercise class. A crowd was gathered in the water around her, following the exercises. Other naked people floated along in the lazy river, or lounged in hot tubs, or darted in and out of cold plunge pools. All around there were couples exploring each others bodies, some quietly and surreptitiously, others less so. The room echoed with a babble of talking and laughter, intercut with an occasional high-pitched gasp and moan.

Layla and her friends stepped down into the closest pool. The water was deliciously warm. It swirled around Layla’s vulva as she lowered herself into it, and she felt herself getting goosebumps. Almost unbidden she felt her bladder start to release, and she didn’t fight it. She enjoyed the feeling as her piss flowed freely into the water, with no fabric in the way.

Simon watched her with a smile. “Isn’t skinny dipping so much better?” he said. “I’d never tried it before I came here.”

Simon’s cock was still stood at attention, and looking around, Layla saw that several other people were similarly afflicted. It didn’t seem to bother anybody.

For some time they swam around, trying out different pools, enjoying the stark changes in temperature. There was a cold pool that made all of their nipples stand on end, where they dared each other to jump under the icy waterfall. Layla noticed a man and woman in the corner of the cold pool, deep inside each other and moaning softly. She wondered if the cold made it more enjoyable for them.

They tried out the lazy river, which meandered around the entire complex and carried them along with no need for a pool float. Here too there were couples feeling each other or writhing inside each other as they floated along.

“How are you finding it?” asked Freya, floating up to Layla. “Not too nervous about being naked?”

“I like it,” said Layla. “I was worried at first, but once you’re in the water … it just feels very natural, doesn’t it? And, well --”

She was distracted by a sight from the poolside. A row of loungers were arranged along the water’s edge for people to relax in between pool dips. Many people came here for the whole day. One girl was laying back with her eyes closed, wearing a big set of headphones and, of course, nothing else. As they drifted past her, she opened her legs slightly and pissed, without even opening her eyes. It splashed down onto her towel and from there dripped onto the floor.

“Enjoying the view?” Freya asked, making Layla blush. “I can’t blame you, ogling all the other people is one of my favourite reasons to come here. God, I’m horny. I need someone to jack me off.”

Layla’s heart fluttered, but before she could muster the confidence to say anything, Simon had floated up and put an arm around Freya’s shoulder.

“Oh, I’m so horny,” he said, his voice playfully mocking. “Oh, won’t someone do something to help me?”

“Shut the fuck up, you,” said Freya, giving him gentle tug under the water. “You’re one to talk, you’ve had the horn since we arrived. Are you going to give me a hand or what?”

“I suppose I can help a girl in need,” said Simon. His fingers drifted down her body.

Layla decided she didn’t want to watch the two of them getting off. It was one thing around the hostel bedroom, but for some reason here felt quite different. The jealousy hit much harder than normal. She muttered an excuse about going to buy a drink, and slipped away from her friends.

 

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Layla supposed she might as well actually buy a drink, so she got a coke from the bar at one end of the room, charging it to the electronic wrist-strap reception had given her. She wandered on her own through the complex for a while, eventually finding an empty hot tub to sit in while she sipped her coke. The cold drink on her lips and the hot water up to her chest were a very pleasant combination.

Her mind was going back to the morning that she first arrived in Kaymala. She had arrived at the hostel and checked into the dorm room, where she met Freya. The girl had been naked, and in the middle of being given a handjob by Simon. They had chatted for a few minutes, and then Freya had offered to go down on Layla. It had been amazing.

But it hadn’t happened again. She had hung out with Freya a lot since, and Freya had been very nice, and perhaps even flirty. But she hadn’t propositioned her again, and Layla had always been too nervous to suggest it herself.

A gasp from a nearby recliner distracted Layla from her thoughts. A couple sharing one sunbed were enjoying each other’s company. A man was lying back on the recliner, while a woman sat astride him, both of them writhing and grunting. They were just a few metres from the hot tub where Layla sat, so close that she could hear the sound of lubricated flesh as the woman bounced up and down. Layla watched them until they both climaxed. Afterwards, the man staggered over to the closest wall for a piss, while the woman crouched down at the pool’s edge, splashing water on her pussy to rinse herself out.

Layla realised how turned on she felt. Did she dare masturbate here? There was no reason she shouldn’t, not with what she’d seen other people do. Her hand wandered towards herself. She inserted two fingers, looking nervously around. Some part of her still expected somebody to stop her, to start shouting. When nobody did, she started to rub herself properly. Her eyes wandered across the men and women nearby, following the various curves of their bodies as her fingers worked. A few people noticed her, but nobody reacted negatively.

Just as Layla was getting into the swing of it, she recognised Olivia walking towards her. She pulled her hand out from herself, feeling guilty. It had been a while since she left the group, perhaps they were wondering where she’d gone.

Olivia reached the edge of the hot tub and stepped down into the water, smiling at Layla. Layla expected her to sit down, but instead the girl stopped on the steps with the water up to her knees. After a second she started to piss, her stream splashing noisily across the water. She was aiming away from Layla, who nevertheless moved a bit further from the stream. Looking up at Olivia, with her pierced nipples and tattoos down one side of her muscular body, Layla remembered Freya complaining how unfair it was that Olivia wasn’t interested in girls. Freya had a point, thought Layla.

“Hope you didn’t mind that,” said Olivia, once she had finished. “I was going to piss in the hot tub anyway, and I prefer to stand.” Now she sank into the water, joining Layla on the raised seat so that the water came up to just above her nipples.

“Don’t feel you have to stop jilling because of me,” Olivia added, gesturing towards Layla’s crotch and making Layla blush. “In fact, I’m going to do the same thing.”

Olivia closed her eyes as she leaned back in the water. With the tubs jets it was hard to see what her hands were doing, but Layla thought she knew.

“What did you disappear for, anyway?” Olivia asked, opening one eye to look at Layla.

Layla shrugged, and took a big gulp from her coke to give herself time to think of an answer.

“I just, er, I guess I wanted some time away from -- some time alone.”

Olivia gave her a look that was at once knowing and sympathetic.

In a sudden rush, Layla said, “Olivia, how does … dating work here?”

With a dry laugh, Olivia said, “Well, it’s certainly different. It takes some getting used to.”

For a few seconds, Olivia looked down at her own hands and vagina, concentrating on what she was doing. Layla was still nervous about touching herself in front of her friend, but, well, she was turned on, and what would actually be the problem? She leaned back, copying Olivia’s pose, and started to stroke herself.

“It took me a long time to get used to it when I first arrived,” said Olivia. “Dating, I mean. The sex and pissing was second nature in a few weeks, but … when I first started working at the hostel, there was another guy who worked there that I was into. He was a Kaymalan guy, very sweet, and an absolute bombshell of a body. He liked me just fine as a friend and co-worker, and we fucked a lot, but it was never anything more serious. He also slept with every boy and girl that came through the hostel. Of course I slept with quite a few as well, but it didn’t make it easier watching him do it.”

“What happened in the end?”

“Oh, he moved on to another job, and I was sad for a while. I never told him how I felt, I didn’t want to make things awkward at work. And I was scared he’d stop fucking me. I’ve dated other guys since, and it’s gone much better. I guess the difference with home is …”

Olivia paused as a shudder passed through her body, then continued.

“Back home, you have friends and you have a boyfriend, or girlfriend or whatever, and they’re different people. Whereas here it’s more mixed up. You might fuck your friends. You might do more romantic things with your friends as well. All the lines are blurred. Lots of people do get married, but plenty of others never really settle down, they just keep up these casual relationships all their lives. Or they might settle down with two or three partners at once.”

Layla ran a finger gently over her clit while she considered this. “How do they avoid getting jealous?” she asked.

Olivia laughed. “They seem to have an immunity. Or maybe they think of jealousy in a different way, I don’t know. At one point I was dating a couple of boys at once. I’d meet up with them both a couple of evenings a week. Sometimes one would ask if I could spend more time with him, but they never seemed to resent me seeing the other guy. One guy would tell me if he was going on a hook-up that evening, the other didn’t used to bother. I think I actually got less jealous when I knew he was fucking someone than when I wasn’t sure. I ended up just feeling happy that he was having fun.”

Olivia moved forward, positioning herself above one of the air jets that bubbled up from the base of the hot tub. She moaned softly.

Layla thought it looked like a good idea, and tried to copy her. The jet struck her pussy with such force that it was almost painful. She used her hands to shield herself from the worst of it, and tried a few different positions. In the end she found an angle where the edge of the jet just brushed past her clit, sending electric tingles shooting through her body but not overwhelming her.

“It sounds like you’re pretty used to dating here, then,” said Layla, in between heavy breaths.

“Better than I was, yeah,” agreed Olivia, who was starting to rock back and forth. “The trick … is to talk … about things. Let them know … how you feel. That’s what I did wrong … with the guy I had a crush on.”

From then the conversation became hard to continue. Layla closed her eyes and focused on the knife-sharp pleasure cutting through her body from the jet across her pussy. She had already brought herself half-way to the edge before Olivia arrived, and it didn’t take long before the jet pushed her over the line. She felt a moan break free from her.

As the pleasure began to subside Layla settled back against the wall of the hot tub, feeling her breathing return to normal. She noticed the other, less intense physical pleasures in her body: the relaxation of her arms and legs, and the way the warm water played around her nipples.

She curled up against the side of the tub, drawing her legs in to her chest, and watched Olivia as the other girl brought herself to a climax. Olivia came louder than Layla had done, gasping and moaning. A few heads turned to look in their direction, but nobody reacted beyond a couple of chuckles.

Layla took another sip from her coke, and handed it to Olivia to finish, which the girl did gratefully. Once her heavy breathing had subsided, Olivia looked at Layla and laughed.

“That was refreshing,” she said. “The first orgasm of the day is always the strongest for me. I wasn’t sure if you’d join in.”

“I wasn’t sure either,” said Layla, which made Olivia laugh.

“Let’s wait another few minutes and then go back to the other two,” said Olivia. “They should be out of each other’s pants by then.”

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Reunited, the four of them bought drinks and found a group of deck chairs that faced the long windows. Outside there were more heated pools, and they watched more naked bodies drift around. The gang were in a stupor of relaxation and spent sexual energy. Freya was reading a book, while Olivia listened to music and Simon watched videos on his phone.

Layla was content just to watch through the window. A few snowflakes were starting to fall. She saw a man of about her own age, built like a Viking, approach a petite young woman and say something to her. The woman shrugged in a way that seemed positive, and the two of them swam over towards a corner of the pool. Before long they were getting busy together.

After the gang had sat there for some time, Layla heard a familiar pattering noise. She turned her head to look at Freya. The girl hadn’t moved and kept her eyes fixed on her book, while a trickle of piss flowed from her cock, down one hip and soaked through her towel, before dripping onto the tiles.

Layla had needed to go for a while, and found that her earlier nerves about peeing had lessened. She didn’t want to get her towel wet, so she shifted her legs to one side and pissed off the edge of her chair. Freya glanced over and gave her a smile that made Layla’s heart flutter again.

“Listening to you girls has made me need to go,” said Simon, from Freya’s other side. He stood and stretched, before walking over to the window. Layla watched, intrigued, as his piss flowed down the glass like a waterfall, making the shapes of the swimmers outside ripple.

“That ass looks good from here, Simon,” said Freya.

Simon stretched his arms and yawned, finishing his piss hands-free.

“I fancy another beer,” he said, turning back to the group. “Anybody else?”

“I’ll come,” said Olivia, sitting up. “Layla, weren’t you saying you wanted to try out the saunas?”

Layla hadn’t said that, but Olivia continued without leaving her time to speak.

“Why don’t you and Freya check out the sauna together then while me and Simon have a couple more drinks?”

“Sure, sounds good to me,” said Freya, sitting up and stretching in a way that made her boobs jiggle. Layla was more than happy to go along with it. She glanced at Olivia, who winked.

“The saunas out here are my favourites,” said Freya, as she led way into the patio area. It was not far off sunset and still snowing, although the heat from the nearby pool was enough to melt any snowflakes that reached the ground.

Layla wrapped her towel around her shoulders against the cold. Freya grabbed slippers for both of them and a clean towel from a rack by the door, ditching the towel that she’d peed on into a collection point.

The saunas Freya had in mind were a row of wooden huts along one side of the outdoor area. They walked to the farthest sauna and stepped inside. The air was toasty hot, but dry enough to make it bearable. It was dark too, so much so that Layla didn’t notice the other two women in there until Freya said hello to them. A wood-burning fire was at the end of the small room, while wooden panelling and benches covered the walls.

Freya and Layla climbed onto one of the benches and sat beside each other. A minute or so passed, during which Layla felt her skin start to prickle with sweat. Then one of the other girls in the room said something to Freya, who laughed.

“She asked if we mind her peeing here,” said Freya. “I don’t mind, do you?”

Layla indicated that it didn’t bother her either. The girl who had spoken immediately climbed down from the bench and sank into a half-squat, pissing forcefully. The other didn’t bother climbing down, but moved to the edge of her bench and showered the bench below. In the warm air the smell immediately filled the room, but it wasn’t unpleasant. Once they were done, both girls picked up their towels and headed out into the cold.

“These saunas are all pretty well drained,” said Freya. “They want to keep the air in here dry, but they know there’s nothing that’ll stop people pissing in here, so --”

“Freya, can I tell you something?” Layla asked, before her confidence failed her. “I think I like you. Like, quite a lot, actually.”

In the dark, it was hard to read Freya’s expression. “You mean, in a romantic way?” the girl said.

“I just wanted to tell you,” said Layla. “We don’t have to --”

She suddenly felt Freya’s hand on her leg.

“We should talk about it,” said Freya. “You and I come from very different cultures. There might be things we need to work out. But I’m happy to try it if you are.”

Layla suddenly found it hard to speak. She leaned her head against Freya’s shoulder.

“I must have misread something,” said Freya, softly. She started to stroke Layla’s leg. “That day you arrived, and we fucked, I was worried I’d gone too far. I’ve been holding back since then. I didn’t want to intimidate you.”

With her heart in her mouth, Layla said, “Do you want to do it now?”

“To fuck? Absolutely,” said Freya. “I don’t think I’ve ever tried it in a sauna. Let’s give it a go.”

She began to run her hand up Layla’s leg. Layla, her heart pounding, reached down for Freya’s cock.

“Careful with that,” said Freya with a giggle. “It’s delicate.”

Layla had slept with a couple of boys at university -- though, it had to be admitted, not very many -- and had no experience with girls, trans or otherwise. Still, she had some idea what to do. Freya was already starting to stiffen up, and Layla started gently teasing and stroking with her fingers, getting a feel for what Freya responded well to. Freya was exploring Layla in the same way, every so often sending a twitch through Layla’s body with a well-placed rub.

Both girls were aware of the need to work quickly, before the heat of the sauna overwhelmed them. Layla’s body was already beaded with sweat, and as she leaned in to Freya, she could smell Freya’s own sweat mixed in with the smell of excited cock, the lingering traces of piss from the girls who had just left, and the woody smell of the sauna itself. It was a heady but pleasant mixture.

Freya indicated for Layla to lean back, and Layla did, spreading her towel out beneath her on the bench. Freya climbed over Layla on all fours, her boobs hanging like pendulums, and Layla took the girl in one hand and guided her inside.

Her body quivered as Freya started to rock backwards and forwards, in and out. Layla moved her own hips in time, each rhythmic movement a new jolt of feeling. Then Freya was kissing her on the mouth, and their bodies were wrapped around each other, flesh inside flesh, skin on sweaty skin. Layla could feel Freya’s boobs pressed against her own. They moved together, forwards and backwards, slowly at first and then faster and faster, while their breathing came heavier and heavier.

Freya came first, gasping, the ecstasy making her whole body writhe against Layla. That was enough to push Layla up to the peak, a shudder of emotion making her moan. Freya kissed Layla again, before the two of them climbed slowly apart. Both were panting and drenched in sweat.

Layla became aware of just how hot her body had gotten, and how dry the air was in her throat.

“Let’s go … outside …” said Freya, in between gasps.

The cold air was a welcome contrast to the heat of the sauna. At Freya’s insistence, Layla joined her in the cold plunge pool, though only for the two minutes it took her to start shivering.

Then they were floating together in the heated pool, holding hands. Freya brushed some hairs out of Layla’s face. Layla kissed her, and Freya giggled, which made Layla laugh as well. Around them the evening grew dark, the pool lights flickered on, and the snowflakes glinted as they fell.

[miketeo43 6]

Great stories as always, keep these coming please 😍

[Lutab 1,011]

Hot addition 🙂

[Kupar 12,312]

Lovely writing as always @BeneathMyWillow - a very hot chapter (literally and figuratively!)

[fourluvclover 182]

I love these stories, but mostly I wanted to comment on how much I love the way Freya is depicted. Porn needs more trans characters who aren't just fetishes. Excellent work.

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37 minutes ago, fourluvclover said:

I love these stories, but mostly I wanted to comment on how much I love the way Freya is depicted. Porn needs more trans characters who aren't just fetishes. Excellent work.

Amen. Hopefully my own spin on the "Country where it is legal to piss wherever" premise delivered on that front. 

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13 hours ago, Ms. Tito said:

Amen. Hopefully my own spin on the "Country where it is legal to piss wherever" premise delivered on that front. 

Absolutely, I love the Pisuaria series, and Lyudmila provides great trans representation. Jiyuu and Lavatria are both big favorites as well, you're all excellent writers.

Tbh, I considered trying to write something similar, but I also have no confidence in my writing capabilities.

[BeneathMyWillow 824]

19 hours ago, fourluvclover said:

I love these stories, but mostly I wanted to comment on how much I love the way Freya is depicted. Porn needs more trans characters who aren't just fetishes. Excellent work.

That's very kind, thank you. I try my best 🙂

And fwiw, if you're thinking of trying to write something I'd encourage you to go for it