Chapter 251: Spa Day

I’m sure she gave that big stretch to give those boys a good look.

The kid’s father would have gotten bitch-slapped for looking since it was apparent that he had sprouted wood like his sons, but his wife and daughters were checking me out.

Hey, I did have a towel in my hands before Karen snatched it away and popped me in the butt to get me to move out of the way so the staff could roll their stuff into the room.

Seeing as how they got the full show already, I went to the door and said, “I’m a nudist, and I could care less if you check me out. My friend seems does not to have any modesty either. I know this will sound sleazy, but why don’t you come into the room? I have a bit of a proposal that doesn’t involve any Slinging or swinging.”

Her girls looked a bit unsure, so I moved back toward the jetted tub. The wife talked to her husband for a few seconds before she was pushing them all into the room. From the bathing suits the mom and girls wore, they are as horny as the guys. Both boys blushed heavily when their youngest sister teased them about having boners.

If she hadn’t said it like a complete cunt, she could have escaped my wrath.

“Pot calling the kettle black, as my grandfather would say. Your puffy nipples are rock hard, and you’re so wet that your little tiny white bikini bottoms are transparent. Since you cut the modesty panel out, they aren’t hiding your hard clit, plumped up pussy lips, and river of juices about to drip onto the floor,” I told her. “I think your brothers are about to get whiplash from checking out your bald beaver throught your suit and my friend. If you can get away with it, I would say go naked.”

She had an attitude to go with her bitchy mouth.

“Ok, I will,” she said as her bikini was soon sitting wadded up in a pile on the floor.

Her nipples were ones I don’t remember seeing before, not even on the net. Her breasts looked like lemon halves with the pointy end where it changed into her nipples. What made her nipples odd is that with them puffed up, they looked like she had taken cherry haves and put them on top of her breasts. The tiny center being slightly inverted, made them almost look like a pair of dick heads on her chest.

I got two inches away from the closest nipple, took a deep breath, and slowly blew across it. The girl came almost as soon as she felt me blowing over them. It was so intense that her knees buckled, causing her to fall towards me. In my head, I saw how she was going to fall, so I quickly twisted the tiniest bit. By the time her brain kicked in to try to stop her fall, she was almost on her knees with her hands, trying to find something to grab. My dick happened to be the closest thing. Her knees stopped her falling, but the momentum had her still falling forward into me. There she was with two hands on my dick as her face was about to hit my stomach. Her mouth as wide open as she tried to scream. With a little bit more shifting, she had two inches of my dick shoved in her mouth. I expected her to gag, not start trying to swallow my dick. Without even freaking out a bit, she started sliding my limp dick in and out of her mouth until she got me hard. Only when she tried to get it all in her mouth did she snap back to reality.

“Well, that was unexpected, but you probably should stop unless you don’t mind your whole family seeing how you seem to be very good at deepthroating a nine-inch-long hard dick,” I told her.

She looked up at me, her eyes went wide, and she popped my dick out of her mouth. Her sisters both had their hand pushed between their legs. Their brothers were now limp with wet spots. I think her mom was about there herself.

My dick started going limp slowly on its own as I said, “That wasn’t what I had in mind when I asked you all to come into the suite.”

“Before I forget, again, I blew over her nipple not to make her climax, but to verify that when you go buy her bras this summer, you need to tell the women at the store to check her for the materials that won’t stimulate her nipples. I worked at an underwear outlet store last summer, and they were very familiar with how to make sure a girl or woman had the bras that fit right without causing them to climax at the least amount of stimulation,” I told her mom. “If her bikini tops aren’t causing her problems, you can take one that is too small now, cut the strings off, put them over her breasts, and then have her wear a sport’s bra. At least that will let her wear shorts again, instead of always wearing skirts with shorts underneath to hide the wet spot. If you want, I can show you what I mean.”

The mom answered, “Since you two have already gotten quite well acquainted, I have to see this with my own eyes. She isn’t the only one in this family with that problem.”

I didn’t know why I had them in the side pocket of my bag, but I happened to have a set of the fabrics that I had used at the underwear store.

“Ladies? My friend has a massage appointment right now, so why don’t we all go into her room to not kill the guys?” I asked.

Like they would not follow my body, or my dick, anywhere I asked them.

When we got into the bedroom, I first went to the girl that was still naked. With my arm around her back and hip against hers, with me turned so I was forty-five degrees to her body, I took the first piece and rubbed it over her now unaroused nipples. They puffed right up, and she pulled my hand away before she came again. I did the rest of the samples and found my guess has been right on. The material of her bikini didn’t stimulate her nipples when it rubbed over them. A cotton hemp blend also didn’t fail to stimulate her nipples, but it did irritate them enough that she said she didn’t care what it was, she would go braless instead of wearing a bra from that material.

I didn’t ask her sister, who I moved to be next if she wanted me to check her too. Before she could react, her bikini top was down around her waist. None of the fabrics need to bother her at all.

“Uh. You felt me up, and it was feeling great. Can you maybe do it a little more? I don’t think it will take much,” she asked.

Leaning down, I took a hard nipple into my mouth as my hand slid under her suit to rub her clit. I was going to make her cum hard using the place in my head. Just the little bit of touching took her over the edge, without the extra help.

“Better?” I asked.

She reached down for my dick and said, “Well, maybe a little more down there with this?”

I gently slid her hand off my dick and moved over to the remaining sister. She got the same treatment since she, too, wasn’t affected by the material. The youngest daughter was the only one that had the problem with fabric on her nipples.

“You have learned a good lesson today. Next time you should ask first who has the problem. I only said that my youngest wasn’t the only one in the family with that sensitivity. My sister and all of her daughters have it too,” the woman said.

She has a point, but they were all beyond horny.

None of them pulled back on their bikini top, so I said, “Now back before things went sideways, I wanted to ask if you would help me out with a favor for one of my friends. Her father owns this hotel, and he asked me to help in evaluating everything. If the ladies here don’t have other appointments, I wondered if you would like to have the full spa treatment Karen here is getting. I think they are doing everything they offer from the looks of those carts they rolled in. I want to get some sun anyway, even if that means I have to wear something appropriate, so I can get your guys to go down to the pool to wait for you four to finish getting pampered.”

While they discussed it, I texted Elena. She said there were only a few locals that were getting their normal things done downstairs right now. I only had to tell the staff to call down to make sure they booked the additional people.

“So, if you want it, she said go for it. All she asked in return is that you fill out a survey she will email to your phones. I’m sure there will be a lot of very personal questions about how it went so she can know if she needs to adjust staffing or have the staff trained to do something differently,” I told them.

I knew that they didn’t need to have any discussion, not with each getting a fifteen-hundred dollar, all-day spa treatment for free is a no-brainer.

I had the mom and two older daughters stripped before I said, “Since you have to be naked anyway for all they are going to do, then I wanted to get a sneak a peek before I left.”

I did tell the one in the one-piece that I was going to have them wax her from her neck down so she could at least wear a bikini for a few days before worrying about getting hair growing back in places other than where expected.

I could take care of that permanently for her, but I won’t.

I already heard the two ladies from the Spa speaking a form of Spanish, so I told them in Spanish that these four were getting the same all-day treatments as Karen. They needed to discuss the exact order of things for each of the newcomers, along with Karen, but they handled a big group like this by staggering the various treatments. I made sure to tell them that the one girl needed to be waxed everywhere she had hair, especially her back, on her butt, and around her breasts.

I never knew they have a particular name that they call that sort of waxing for women, but the women must know what to ask for specifically. It wasn’t on the list of services.

I made sure I left the big double doors of the suite open long enough for the boys and their dad to get a good look at the three naked girls who were completely unaware. I headed to my room to pull on some board shorts and came back out to tell the guys the girls are kicking us out, well the man and his boys at least.

“I’m going down to the pool to get some sun and some food. It looks like that was your destination. As I told the girls, my friend’s dad owns this hotel and is having Karen, and I test out the service so he can know why some areas aren’t doing as well as the others. His daughter is treating the ladies to a full spa day, so I doubt they will mind picking up the food, and drinks for you,” I told them.

The dad was quite happy when he said, “I had a feeling today was going to be amazing. It seems I need to trust my feelings more often. You see, my three girls go year-round at academies a two-hour drive from here. The boys found out that in celebration for some of the girls meeting the personalized weight, fitness, nutrition, and proper, um, grooming habits let us say, they were going to get to come here today to hang out at the Spa’s amazing pool. All of them are going to be staying tonight and then getting body scrubs, pedicures and manicures. I was quite worried about getting into trouble with my wife because of all the teen female bodies trying to get as much sun as possible. There are going to be lots of opportunities for putting on sunscreen and suntan lotion. I’m not into teenagers anyway, but I don’t mind enjoying their assets to remember how my wife looked at their age.”

Well, that is all set.

We headed down to the pool. There was no one around yet. The girls from the schools would be getting there in an hour or two. It seems the man was very well informed about how these girls moved the chairs and things around to get the most exposure and still be able to talk to each other. When we finally got to where he said was the premium place to be, I instantly saw he was right.

The pool has a lagoon area with a couple of tables in the center made to look like an island. Except for the path to the seating area, we had four tiers of glass ledges, each about a foot higher than the next, with misters that sprayed over them every so often. When I felt the surface, it turned out to it is a clear gel substance that molded around where I had pushed my hand down, but it remained crystal clear. One of the boys went to lay on one. When I looked up from the table area, I could see his body through the glass walls under the place where he was currently sitting. They perfectly placed the glass ledges so that my eyes were looking directly at the bottom fourth tier. All the rest I saw almost straight on from the side.

The father pointed to an area underneath one of the ledges that had a plaque on it and said, “Seeing up through the glass isn’t even the best part. Once the sun reaches a certain height, they will use mirrors, and other hidden magic to redirect the sunlight that hits the collector areas built into the tops of the waterfalls. Last time we were here, a man was going off into a tunnel that runs off to where they have a solar power farm. I didn’t understand all that he said other than they had to space the panels so far apart to be able to adjust them to follow the sun. I think he said they have curved sections that focused the sun onto mirrors that then focused the light into a beam the size of a quarter. Originally, they were to be used to make some liquid boil nearly instantly and use that to turn turbines. The money dried up during the dot-com bomb back around the turn of the century. Everything was in place to spread the light over to the property next to the hotel. The new owner found out about it and talked to a lot of people before he had this area designed so that the sunlight spreads out so that the ledges to have about half of the sun’s energy hitting the tops of the ledges. The mist keeps everything cooled on the surface. There is a cooling system that circulates air through the space inside the ledges to make them always feel cool and comfortable.”

“You didn’t tell him about the way they have that lets people tan from nine in the morning until at least six at night. In the summer, it can be as late as eight,” one of the boys interrupted. “Well, if the sky isn’t completely cloudy.”

His dad gave him a scolding look before continuing, “As my son mentioned, the also use this system to direct the sunlight into specialized, computer-managed diffusers that ensure even sunlight over the ledges, but only what comes from overhead gets down into this area. We will soon have at least three dozen girls from each of the schools sunning themselves on these ledges. Some don’t want any tan lines but can’t sun themselves naked. They can, however, removed the parts of their bikinis that are getting sun from below. The majority remove their bikini tops entirely when lying face down. Some are a bit braver and will untie their bottoms. I’m sure you need no explanation for what that shows. Then we have the fact that the girls all know that anyone can see them from this area only. Few others come over the bridge to here except for the waiters and some boys. Only the center of this area can be seen from the outside until you are almost inside the area.”

Interesting. How much will these girls show, and which ones may be putting on a show to attract more than just a set of eyes?

His sons were reading my mind since one said, “Did you know that there are four bathrooms for this area?”

Too unbelievable.

After we hit the call button to order a huge breakfast, I called Elena.

“So, who in the heck designed this pool?” I asked.

She took about twenty seconds to respond, sniffled, and then blew her nose before saying, “My mom. The three of us were at that property because dad was considering buying the hotel and restaurant. Mom and I were walking around, looking at the pitiful pool when an older man came over. He wore a suit and introduced himself as the owner of a thousand acres next to the hotel. Whoever had been building the solar plant went broke, and he picked the land up at auction for a dollar-fifteen per acre. He sold mom, and then dad, on him selling us the land for ten thousand dollars. The solar power station and all the stuff on the site included. He had no idea what to do with it. When dad called around, he found that the man owed eight thousand dollars in taxes on the land because someone in the county jacked the millage rate up to try to hide that a county worker had bankrupted the county. Dad knew the value of the property, so he made the man a deal to pay the price dad thought the property was worth. Mom was the driver behind getting in experts to get the solar plant up and running. The developer went bankrupt after only completing one-tenth of the project. All the materials were on site. Once mom showed him her ideas for the pool area, dad bought the hotel, restaurant, and another two hundred acres all around it. She died soon after the construction concluded, but she got to see it was as she had designed, except for a few add-ons like the four oversized bathrooms in the tanning ledge area. Mom was happy that the builder realized that girls might come over wearing a modest one-piece and change into a minimal amount of cloth to keep them from being arrested for incent exposure.”

We talked a bit more about all the additional hidden details. One was the cabinets hidden behind the mirrors in the bathroom fully stocked with a wide range of condoms from tiny to ones that would fit guys larger than me. She joked that the girls pass down the knowledge that here the condoms protected against STDs, but more importantly, they ensured that the male’s contribution to the mess wasn’t there to leak out at the most inopportune time. Everyone needed to use a condom if having sex. It didn’t matter if they hadn’t had a period yet, their religious beliefs, being on the pill, or having an IUD. As they say, clean-up is a breeze.