Chapter 6: Hotel Amenities

After Ella’s two climaxes, she clambered off the bed. Verbally: “That was grand. But seriously, now, I need to caution you. The mental communication is what Jean calls a ‘broad cast.’ Nearby people can ‘hear’ you and see the images you project. So, bear that in mind.”

Ella used the pitcher, cloth, and basin to wash herself, and, gesturing to Andrew, cleaned his cock and balls. Bestowing a kiss on his glans, she thought, “Andrew, let’s go outside.”

They walked down the hotel stairs, naked. Stepping off the hotel’s veranda, Ella stopped open-mouthed. “What the hell? What is that, that building?” Behind the hot spring was an auxiliary building containing a large room fitted with sinks, toilets, a sauna, and showers. The front wall of the building was a system of sliding panels that folded away to expose the features inside.

“It’s new? It does look very modern. Like from a resort or spa,” said Andrew. “It sure as hell wasn’t here yesterday,” explained Ella. “I guess that’s your contribution to our community life from your time period.”

Ella: “I need one of those toilets. You go get in the hot water and I will join you in a moment.”

“OK.”

Getting in, he found the hot spring was lined with cement with seating and stone coping, essentially a small swimming pool.

While she was busy, Jonah arrived and said (audibly), “Mind if I join you?” Andrew gestured toward the water, and silently told him, “Be my guest.”

“Ella has taught you, excellent!”

Ella had returned: “So you boys are communicating. This shows how we all can hear each other. Silent ‘speaking’ has come quick and easy for you, Andrew.”

Andrew immersed himself and stretched out, luxuriating. The hot spring fed one end of the pool with extra-hot water. Bathers adjusted their temperature by moving farther or closer to that supply.

Ella found the underwater bench and sat next to Andrew. “This was all modernized when the Dureaux siblings arrived. Before that, it was all muddy.”

A stray thought diverted Andrew; he imagined three cartoonish yellow rubber ducks floating around them. Jonah jumped up and sat on the coping stones: “What the hell are those things?”

“Don’t worry, they are just toys for bathing children.”

Ella laughed while Jonah sat on the opposite edge, legs splayed. “I’ll protect you, Jonah!” she said. Jonah smiled ruefully, “Suck me, you whore!”

While following this nonverbal dialogue, Andrew’s head swung back-and-forth, as if he was watching a tennis match.

“Imagine, Jonah, my wet tongue on your cock-head, my hands stroking your shaft, my other hand squeezing your ass...”

As they jibed with each other, Ella started sending visuals with her wisecracks. (Hands on a hard cock, the head glistening with spit. Her asshole, all pink and tender.) Then something unexpected happened: Jonah was getting hard. At first, he hadn’t noticed.

Recognizing the effect, Jonah exclaimed (verbally), “Enough! Stop taunting me, you filthy woman. What am I going to do with this now?”

Ella licked her lips. Jonah’s cock was fully hard now. And it was surprising. Andrew guessed maybe 8 inches, but slender. More surprising, Andrew thought it was kind of sexy. He hadn’t thought much about cocks since those big open showers in school, but Jonah’s bobbing organ was locked in his gaze. The overflow thoughts from Ella had already aroused him, and now Andrew was totally hard as well. Again!