One thousand, eight hundred, and seventy-one visible stars danced above his head in the sky, circling about, scintillating, putting on their constant ballet for all those below. Not for the first time, he wondered at how many intelligences he was staring. Millions? Trillions? Or perhaps it was zero.
Would they ever visit? And if they did, what would have propelled them across the distant stars to this small, blue marble? Curiosity? Greed? Loneliness?
Kyle always found himself getting philosophical on these long nights alone in the mountains, waiting for his camera to finish absorbing the few photons available, travelers from distant stars, in order to get a good shot. He checked his watch: a large, older analog model, with a few small areas of radium-energized phosphorous paint providing enough sickly green light to read it in the near total darkness of the new moon. Anything brighter, and he risked ruining the work of hours.
It was time.
He pressed the small remote in his hand, designed to prevent him from jostling his camera, and stood up off the cold, uncomfortable ground. The shutter quietly whirred, the noise overwhelmed by the nocturnal insect orchestra. He wrapped his arms around himself and walked over to the tripod, attempting to return some warmth to his body. While he had worked, a brisk autumn evening had descended into a wintry night.
He began to wonder whether he’d be able to sleep outdoors after all as he checked the digital camera’s display. He smiled at the result of the exposure; it was perfect. The stars’ motion was captured perfectly, and beneath, the foliage-covered mountains were just visible. In the summer, these mountains were carpeted in verdant green, but as the nights got longer, the leaves had changed colors, turning them into a dazzling rainbow of reds and oranges and yellows and browns.
A white speck appeared on his display, then another. He looked up into the sky. Snowflakes tumbled down from the heavens above. He stood for a moment, watching them, considering his options. Sleeping outside was definitely out of the question now. He had passed a small inn on his way up that couldn’t be more than a fifteen minutes walk from here. He took out a compass and used his camera’s display to light it well enough to see. He had been walking approximately to the south, so it should be…there! Aha! He saw a faint orange light, nearly hidden by the forest.
He packed away his things into his hiking backpack, took one last wistful glance at the stars, and headed into the woods. He took out a small flashlight to guide him, its bulb covered in red cellophane so that its light wouldn’t spoil his night vision. Fortunately, there was a desire path through the woods that went where he needed to go, and he kept to it until he was nearly at his destination. The light flickered between the tree trunks, and he could now see that they were the flames of lamps outside, hanging from the edge of the inn. He turned off his flashlight and approached closer.
As he did, the trees suddenly ended at the edge of a slope, revealing a grove of bamboo surrounded a large, steaming pool just outside the hotel: a hot spring. How had he missed this earlier? What a lucky find for him, and just the thing for a cold night like tonight. From the bamboo to the edge of the water were mostly smooth, grey stones, with a small pathway leading towards a door to the wooden building nearby. A few bonsai juniper trees stood scattered and alone, their gnarled branches giving them an ancient, venerable appearance out of proportion to their size. Floating amongst the steam were small torches on the water, barely bigger than tea candles, providing a primal, flickering illumination to the scene. Already, the snow was transforming the area, covering the stones in a carpet of pure white.
He rustled through his pockets, where only a few crumbled dollar bills awaited him. He knew his bank account was similarly desolate at the moment. Well, at least these photos would bring in some spare cash, and he probably had a check already waiting in his mailbox from that job he had done last week, but that didn’t do him much good now. Surely, the owner would allow him to spend the night in exchange for some labor, wouldn’t he? But suppose he didn’t…
Wouldn’t it be better to be warm and out of luck than cold and out of luck? He might as well use the hot spring first. If the owner wouldn’t let him work for his room, he deserved to be taken advantage of, anyway, he reasoned.
It was late; he doubted whether anyone would be coming out to use the bath at this hour. He was about to take his first step out of the woods when the wooden door creaked open. He hid himself behind a large oak tree and waited.
Out of the door walked a woman, wearing nothing but a smile and two towels, barely visible against her pale, milky skin. She had wrapped one around her hair, hiding all but a few strands of vermillion hair that fell across her face, and the other around her torso. He wondered whether she could see him, but he felt secure in his hiding place. He set down his backpack and decided to wait. The light would prevent her from seeing him in the darkness, and he could watch her invisibly until she left and he had the hot spring to himself.
She scanned the spring and smiled broadly. She had been curious and hadn’t been able to silence her wonderings. She had almost hoped that there would be someone here, someone to give her an excuse to chicken out and return to her friends, but now she that she really was alone, she just had to try it. She walked along the path to the water’s edge. Steam rose from the water, infused with sodium bicarbonate from its trip from deep within the earth. She dipped a toe tentatively into the water, testing the temperature. She looked left, she looked right. She was alone.
In a single, graceful motion, she removed the towel from her body with both hands, letting it drape behind her body against the stones as she slid into the bath. Kyle’s eyes widened at the sudden and all-too-brief sight of her nude body as it quickly submerged out of view. Had he really seen that? She was delighted, oblivious to her audience. Her smile beamed. She giggled giddily, obviously loving the experience. She took another glance around, as though she were afraid of some invisible voyeur, but no, she was alone and naked and free! She splashed the water playfully, gently nudging aside one of the floating torches, sending it on a slow course to the middle of the pool. She removed the towel covering her hair, revealing a mane of fiery hair, closed her eyes, tossed back her head, took a deep sigh, and lowered herself into the water up to her chin.
Kyle’s hand reached down to his crotch. His cock stiffened as he watched this nude angel frolic in the water. The thought of her naked, so close, yet hidden from sight, caused his cheeks to smolder. She looked so peaceful, so vulnerable… He couldn’t help but imagine what lay beneath the water. She had entered the water so quickly, so suddenly, that he hadn’t had the chance to get a good look at her body, but even from here, he could tell that her face was beautiful: soft and warm, with the slightest bit of plumpness. Her strawberries-and-cream complexion was reddening from the heat. Soon her pale skin would be the color of a delicate rose.
The water was steaming away the stress from her very bones. She had always wanted to try a real hot spring before, and when she had learnt of this resort, she had insisted that she and her friends visit. She was just glad that she had managed to get a bit of alone time while the others were settling in so that she could experience the hot spring by herself, naturally, the way mankind had been meant to enjoy the water. She squirmed in pleasure. Hot water soaked her muscles. The bubbles rising from the earth caressed her like an old lover, lavishing her with attention. She felt as though she could just melt into the water itself.
She sat up straight. The water lapped at the underside of her breasts. Kyle had a perfect view now of her pearish breasts, pert and proud. Her areolae and nipples were small and pink. As she adjusted herself, making herself comfortable, her breasts jiggled entrancingly. He stroked his hard cock through his pants as he stared at her exposed body. She dabbed at her forehead, dewed with sweat, and sighed deeply in contentment, completely without shame or modesty as she innocently displayed her body to all creation.
His hand moved faster and faster. His cock burned against his thigh. Its rigid outline was visible through the thin fabric of his pants as he silently pleasured himself, hidden from view as he watched her bathe. Guilt pricked at him, but this was an experience never to be repeated: the opportunity to watch a woman bathe outdoors just for him. His hand brought some relief to his growing arousal, but he craved more. His pleasure rose, building up deep inside him, growing inside of his manhood as he continued to rub. His breathing grew deeper. He was focused entirely on the bathing beauty, her warm smile, her gorgeous breasts, her candid nudity…
She stood up. He froze. Had she heard him? Had she seen him? No, she was simply collecting her towel. Between her thick thighs was a small, crimson triangle. He watched, hypnotized, as she slowly wrapped the towel around herself, destroying his fantasies. Her divine curves now lay hidden beneath artificial fabric. She tucked the tip of the towel between her breasts, turned around, and walked back to the door, her hips swinging pendulously as she walked. Her firm, wet bottom hugged the fabric of the towel, giving a perfect impression of her round ass as she left. The door closed.
Kyle lay in wait a while longer, panting, waiting to see whether she would return, but after a few minutes, he decided she was gone for good. His cock still strained against his pants, but he decided against satisfying himself just yet. He wanted to suffer his arousal a little longer, spend a little longer at the edge of orgasm before he would allow himself that bliss. He walked down the small slope and slipped between the bamboo stalks, carrying his backpack through. He stepped onto the stone and surveyed the scene.
The only sound was the bubble of the hot spring, a soft susurrus of white noise that in other circumstances could have lulled him to sleep. The woman had left her hair towel on the snow covered rocks. He hurriedly undressed, hiding his clothes on the far side of a rock, and wrapped the towel around his waist. It was short, but serviceable. He stepped into the water, and lowered his body into the heat inch by inch, until he was up to his chest.
The warmth entered his body, driving out the cold. He stretched his limbs, tensing his muscles, holding them, and then released with a grunt, groaning in satisfaction. He cracked his neck, leaning his head from side to side. Slowly, the stress of everyday life was leeched from his body by the water.
But he couldn’t relax, not entirely. Temptation nipped at his psyche. She had tried it, hadn’t she? She had looked like she had enjoyed it, too. A floating flame drifted near him and he batted it away, trying to maintain his concentration. It couldn’t hurt, could it? What if he got caught? His towel would be right there; he could slip it back on before he was seen. Did he dare risk it?
He reached beneath the water and removed his towel, sliding it out from underneath him. Steam poured off of it as he lifted it into the freezing air. He placed it down neatly behind him, folding it into a small square. He felt…free. He exhaled deeply. His heart raced. He was naked outdoors. He bit his lower lip, trying to suppress his smile, but it was no use. The water softly enveloped his entire body, he felt so primal and natural, alone, outdoors, just him, the water, the snow, and the fire. He felt like he was at the birth of the world, when the elements were first divided and mankind was young and naïve. He stared at the cascading snowflakes, watching them silently drift and dance like leaves until they reached their final destination.
The pool was just barely deep enough to swim in, but he slowly stroked across its breadth. The contrast between air and water was invigorating, rejuvenating. He stood up, steaming, allowing the cold to reclaim his body briefly, before submerging himself once again, surrendering to the heat, and his skin tingled and buzzed in delight. He laughed.
But as he sat down to rest, he heard a familiar giggle. The redhead was returning? Damn, his adventure had come to an end. He went to grab his towel. His hand grasped only cold powder.
Where was it?
Where did he leave it?
The ground was covered in white. Through the snow, it was invisible. He cursed himself for getting caught up in the fun, for losing track of where he had left it. His teeth tingled, his face and chest burnt as he frantically brushed aside the snow, looking for his towel. There it was! He waded towards it as time ran out.
The door’s handle squeaked. He froze. He gauged the distance between himself and the towel, but it was too far. He’d be halfway there by the time the door opened. He could only surrender. He quickly submerged his lower half, where it would be well hidden by the darkness and the water. He would simply wait her out, and once she left, he could get dressed and see about a room.
The handle turned. The door opened. She had company this time: behind the redhead walked three other women, still too engrossed in their own conversation to yet notice him. The four of them all wore identical white towels wrapped around the torsos, just barely covering enough of their thighs and behinds to render them decent, while hugging their curves tightly enough that little was left to the imagination. He took a deep breath and swallowed hard.
One of the women suddenly noticed Kyle and paused, her reaction drawing the others’ attention to him. “Oh, I’m sorry, we thought the bath was empty. I hope we’re not bothering you,” spoke one of them, a tall Japanese woman, her long, sleek, raven hair cascading down her chest.
“No, no, not at all,” Kyle chuckled nervously. “The more the merrier. Feel free, the water’s great,” he said, waving his arm across the pool. He possibly could have asked them to leave, but had they been offended, what would have happened next? A talk with the manager? Kicked out in the middle of the night? Better to act natural for now, and wait.
The four women made their way to the opposite end of the bath from Kyle, right next to his discarded towel. A weight hit his stomach; his last chance at getting dressed inconspicuously was now gone. He had hoped they would choose a different spot, allowing him to slip the towel under the water and around himself when they were distracted, but now, even that option was closed off to him.
He squirmed in the water, trying to think of a solution, but nothing came to him. At least they weren’t near him. They hadn’t the slightest inkling that he was secretly naked just inches below the water. He tried to relax in the hot water, the bubbles still tenderly massaging his muscles, still caressing his body intimately, but he couldn’t. He kept looking at the women out of the corner of his eye, hoping they would tire of the bath and return inside.
In a less risky situation, he’d be happy for the female company. All four of them looked stunning, like goddesses bathing naturally. Only their towels ruined the illusion, and he couldn’t help but imagine what would happen were they in the same situation as him, nude in the night, exposed to him. His cock stirred beneath the water. He wanted desperately to finish what he had started earlier while spying on the redhead, but he couldn’t, not with them so close. Instead, he indulged his fantasies, wondering what treasures lay hidden beneath that thin fabric.
He so distracted himself that he didn’t notice the soft splish of one of the women making her way over to him. She sat down next to him with a loud splash that finally caught his attention, and he found himself staring into the emerald green eyes of the redhead on whom he had earlier been spying. Her smiling face was dotted with freckles, which extended all the way down to the edge of her towel, and possibly beneath. He pulled back defensively, intensely aware of his vulnerable state. Her body nearly brushed against his naked form as she leaned in slightly to introduce herself.
“Hello there. You look awfully lonely all by yourself. I hope you don’t mind a bit of company. My name’s Sisi. What’s yours?” she asked in a warm Celtic accent, her head titled to one side.
“K-Kyle,” he stammered, trying to keep his eyes above those full, luscious breasts that he knew so intimately. “It’s very nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” She leaned back against the stones and let out a deep sigh. A small torch floated near them. “So how did you end up here? It’s pretty isolated out here, don’t you think? Are you a local?”
“No, no. I like it isolated. I’m kind of used to it, to be honest. I’m an astrophotographer.”
“Really? That’s so interesting. Most of the ones I’ve met use telescopes for it. I don’t think there’s any around here, though. Do you just use a camera?”
“Pretty much. It has a pretty heavy-duty set of lenses, but mostly I take pictures of the stars and planets and other heavenly bodies.” His eyes glanced downwards briefly to her cleavage. “So you’d be perfect for a shoot someday… I can’t do distant galaxies or anything, but there’s plenty of beauty to be found in the visible sky. I can’t be too near the city, though, or the light pollution will ruin the shot, so I come out here to work. I can get some great exposures, especially with the clear mountain air. This is my first time here, though, but I’m glad I came. The hot springs are wonderful.”
“Aren’t they, though? That’s why we’re out here. I’ve always wanted to try a real hot spring, so my friends and I went on a little trip to celebrate the end of the school year.”
“Oh, you’re in college?” he asked.
“Graduate school. Do I look that young?”
“I’m not very good at judging the age of anything younger than a few billion years, unfortunately. But I can say that you look almost definitely younger than the moon.”
She giggled and slapped his arm. “You’re terrible! So, you’re all alone out here?” she asked, scooting closer to him and his secret.
“Y-yeah. Uh, I’m just used to working alone, I guess.”
“Well, that’s too bad. Onsen are meant to be enjoyed in company. Do you want to join us? There’s always room for one more.”
“Uh, I would, but this is really the perfect spot. I wouldn’t want to move. It’s alright, though, you can go back to your friends and leave me here. I’ve got the stars to look at. It’s practically paradise for me here.”
“Oh, that’s alright. We’ll just come join you, then,” she suggested.
“No, that’s okay—”
“Ayaka, Irene, Desiree, come and join us over here! It’s the perfect spot!” Sisi called out to her friends. Kyle watched in silent dread as the three women waded over, still talking and laughing, before surrounding him, fencing besieging him. He had no way out now. He tried to retreat into himself, keeping his body as far from each of them as he could without getting too close to the next. “This is Kyle. Kyle: this is Ayaka, Irene, and Desiree,” she said, indicating each of her friends in turn.
All he could manage was a quiet “Hi,” barely audible above the murmuring bubbles of the hot spring. The women greeted him warmly and took their seats in orbit around him. His teeth tingled. He squirmed as far away from them as he could, trying to burrow into the walls, trying to hide his nakedness as best as he could, but there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. He was trapped.
“Kyle here takes photos of the stars,” Sisi boasted. “Isn’t that cool?”
“Really?” asked Ayaka, her dark brown, crescent eyes wide with interest. “How did you get into that? It sounds like a very specific line of work. Or is it just for pleasure?”
“It’s for pleasure, but I get paid, too. I’ve always been fascinated by the stars.”
“Oh, me too,” gushed Sisi. “I begged my parents for a telescope when I was a kid, and when they finally got me one, I dragged them outside late at night so I could watch the planets and the stars and comets whenever one came by.” She giggled and sighed. “They must have regretted buying me that telescope, but I ended up going for a degree in astrophysics, so they probably got over it. Now they brag about their almost-a-doctor daughter to all their friends.”
Irene’s eyes caught Kyle’s arm. “Oh hey, awesome tattoo,” she gushed, taking his arm in her hand to get a better look, almost knocking him off balance and sending him careening into Sisi’s lap. He jerked himself back upright, panicked, but she was too focused on the pattern. “What is it?”
“The solar system,” he explained. “That’s the sun, in the center, and then around it you have the orbits in dotted lines and the planets. That’s Jupiter, and Saturn, and Mars…”
“Venus has always been my favorite: the goddess of love,” Irene commented. She looked into his eyes, still holding onto him. “Do you have a favorite?” she asked.
His eyes glanced down to her full, pendulous breasts, barely concealed by her wet towel, almost ready to fall off of her chest altogether. Her hard nipples poked through the white fabric. “Well, it’s really hard to pick one when they’re all beautiful in their own way, but I guess Jupiter’s my favorite.”
“Mine, too!” exclaimed Sisi. “It’s so beautiful! I always wonder what it would be like to be able to experience those storms. I bet it would just be amazing to feel the wind and see these thick, colorful winds and clouds rushing around. Plus it has the most interesting moons. You could visit Io and see all those volcanoes, or swim under the ice on Europa…”
“And it has the best piece by Holst,” Kyle added.
“Better than Uranus? I don’t believe that for a second.” Sisi stated.
“As…fascinating as this conversation is, do you mind if we bring things back down below the stratosphere?” asked Ayaka.
Sisi flushed. “Sorry, I just don’t get a lot of chances to gush about planets like this.”
“Yeah, real shocker…” Ayaka leaned back and sighed deeply. Aquamarine streaks ran through her shoulder-length hair. She gently pushed her bangs out of her eyes, and tucked her hair behind her ear. “You’re just lucky that your parents are so supportive, Sisi. Mine are still disappointed I’m not a brain surgeon engineer. I get that they want me to try my hardest, but sometimes it’s just time to lean back, relax, and say, ‘I did a good job.’ Ah well, at least now that I’ve got my degree they can push me to get a husband and start makin’ grandkids. That won’t get old fast…”
“Yours, too?” asked Desiree. “Mine want me to settle down with a nice man, too. I’m not sure I’m ready for it yet, though,” she confessed, staring down into the water. Her tips of her long, chestnut hair dipped into the water. Her pink lips frowned. “It’s just such a change. They spent so long trying to keep me away from anyone with a di—” she glanced at Kyle, and crimson began to flood across her cheeks. “A Y-chromosome,” she finished, turning her hazel eyes away. “And now they want me to find the perfect one right away. How do you know who’s right for you?”
“Don’t worry about it too much,” counseled Irene, clapping her hand onto Desiree’s shoulder and giving her a shake of encouragement. “You’ll find the right guy. You just need to sift through all the bad ones first.”
“But I haven’t even sifted before…” she groaned. “I miss match-makers. Computers can beat grandmasters. Why can’t they be matchmakers, too?”
“Everyone lies,” suggested Ayaka. “People would just get the perfect match for the person they want to be, not who they are. You could have it be like Pandora, where you break people down into traits, and it picks the best for you based on what similar people have chosen and on your past choices… The biggest problem is correct data, but I think you could make it work.”
“Or we could use ask our resident guy expert what he thinks,” offered Irene. All eyes turned to Kyle.
“I’m not an expert,” he protested.
“Oh nonsense,” Irene countered, batting her sky blue eyes at him. “You’ve been one for, what, twenty-five years? You must have picked up a thing or two. Tell us, what’s the best path to a man’s heart?” she asked, placing her hand onto his knee, dangerously close to his bare crotch. He pulled away slightly, and she briefly frowned, but quickly resumed her anticipatory grin.
“Well, to me, the most important thing is having that connection with someone. If you’re going to marry someone, they should be your best friend. You’re going to be spending day after day with them, after all. You need to be able to talk to them, play with them, have fun with them. Passionate, burning, fiery romantic love is good, but fires don’t burn forever, and you’re going to want something to keep you around even when things are just warm.”
“Well said,” judged Sisi. “Do you…have anyone like that in your life right now?”
He shook his head. “No, not yet anyway. I just can’t seem to find the right woman.”
“Well, maybe you should spend a little less time looking at the stars, and more time looking at the beauty all around you here on Earth,” Sisi opined. She rested her hand on Kyle’s hip to lean in closer to him, and froze.
Kyle’s chest began to burn. His heart pounded. The entire world froze and was reduced to just him and Sisi. His eyes went wide and met Sisi’s. Her brow furrowed as she rubbed his thigh back and forth, checking for fabric, but finding none. She stared at him as realization slowly dawned. “Kyle… Are you…are you not wearing anything?”
“Uh, well, I mean…” he began.
“What?!” shrieked Desiree, her eyes dancing back and forth between Sisi and Kyle. “You’re naked?!”
“No way! …really?” asked Ayaka. She craned her head, trying to get a clear view through the bubbling water to confirm for herself.
“What’s the big deal, Desiree? It is a bath, after all,” Irene stated. “You go naked in your bath at home, don’t you?”
“But there’s no one else in it! This guy is a-a-a deviant! A pervert! We’ve been talking to him and the whole time he’s been naked. Isn’t that sketchy?”
“Wait, let me explain!’ Kyle interrupted. “I was out here alone earlier, and I wanted to try it nude. I didn’t think anyone else was going to be around. It was just so peaceful and calm out here that I couldn’t resist, and once I had tried it, it felt so freeing, so relaxing, so natural that I didn’t want to stop.” He looked to Sisi for support, knowing that she, at least, shared his feelings on the subject. “I took off my towel, and when I heard you coming, I tried to get it back, but I didn’t have the time, and once you were here, it was too awkward to ask about it, and I didn’t want to expose myself in front of all of you, so I was just trying to wait you out. I promise I’m not getting any sort of sick thrill out of this.”
“I think we can trust him,” said Sisi. “I understand where he’s coming from. Besides, he was alone until we showed up. You can’t really blame someone for giving skinny dipping a try when there’s no one else around. It’s not like he waited for us to show up and then he stripped.”
Desiree crossed her arms in front of her chest, just in case this exhibitionist intruder had X-ray vision, too. “I still don’t like it. Can’t we report him to the manager? What if he’s dangerous? It’s not natural for people to just be starkers outside…”
“Well, then, you’ll have to report both of us, because I’m joining him,” said Irene as she stood up and undid her towel while four pairs of eyes watched in silence. The wet towel dove into the water, almost capsizing a nearby floating candle. Her wet, large breasts shone golden in the light of the flames. Her nipples were pierced, the small, silver barbells visible on either side of them. Kyle’s eyes caressed her full curves, her plump hips and thighs, watching the water drip down her shapely form. A small tuft of dirty blonde hair lay between her thighs, catching his eye, before, guiltily, he returned his gaze to her face. She tossed her long, tawny hair from side to side briefly and smiled. “Besides, it doesn’t feel right to wear something in a bath. It’s like wearing a swimsuit in a hot tub or pajamas to bed: it feels so much better au naturel. Why wear special clothes for something that’s meant to be done naked?”
Kyle stared at his angelic savior as she sat back down into the water, her full breasts splashing into the water. He felt his cock stiffening, and prayed that no one else bumped into him. The water reached just to her nipples, affording him the slightest glimpse of her pink tips every time she moved around, a torturous tease. “Thanks, Irene. I really appreciate you putting yourself out there for me.”
“Well, I’ve never been one to shy away from putting myself out there, as you can tell,” she giggled with a glance towards her bosom. “Besides, I’ve been wanting to do the same thing all night. You just gave me an excuse. Anyone else want to try it out?”
“No!” cried Desiree, tightening her towel around her torso.
“Suit yourself,” said Irene. She tilted her body back and released a long, deep sight of contentment, as snowflakes gently tumbled onto her steaming hot body, melting as soon as they reached her, their brief existences ending in an even briefer moment of heavenly ecstasy. “It really does feel amazing, doesn’t it, Kyle? I don’t blame you for giving it a try. It feels so right; it’s so warm and natural and…and Zen. It’s like meditation. It’s so relaxing. It’s like being in that warm little spot of contentment right after you have an orgasm…”
“It definitely feels good,” Kyle agreed, scarcely able to take his eyes off of her body. Her large breasts bobbed like buoys in the water as she moved, sending out small ripples towards him. Her wet blonde hair clung to her chest. Her total lack of shame, her candid nudity, her confidence and comfort in her own body weren’t only inspirational, and he could feel his cock responding to her.
He wondered what she would think if she could read his thoughts. Would she be flattered to know the effect that was having on him? What if he stood up right now, as she had done, and showed off his own body, baring his manhood to this audience of pulchritudinous maidens? Would they be impressed? Delighted? Disgusting? Aroused? His teeth tingled as he contemplated the possibilities.
“You’ve only known him for, like, half an hour, Irene. Aren’t you embarrassed to be naked in front of him?” Desiree asked.
“He’s only known us for half an hour, and look at him,” she countered, letting her eyes lazily caress Kyle’s muscled arms and chest. “Besides, what’s embarrassing about being naked? I’m not ashamed of having tits, and mine look amazing. I bet if you tried it, you’d love it.”
“I bet you’re wrong,” Desiree grumbled.
“I’ll give it a try. I mean, actually, I tried it earlier, when I was out here alone,” Sisi confessed in a low whisper. Aiming her eyes down at her work, she kept her body below the water, but her deft hands worked quickly, and soon she gracefully slid the towel out from underneath herself, setting it onto the snow before sitting upright, exposing her breasts above the water. Small freckles dotted her proud breasts. Her peach nipples stiffened in the cold air. Her arms trembled, as though she had to force herself not to cover her body, and she averted her eyes from Kyle’s gaze, but she had done it; she had shed her clothes, and now sat in the hot springs a child of nature. A broad grin spread across her face.
“So that’s what you were doing… No wonder you were gone so long…” Ayaka mused. “We were starting to wonder if you had gotten lost.” She turned to Kyle and grinned. Her hand slowly crept across his thigh under the water as she spoke. “You must just be loving this, huh? Alone in the hot spring with beautiful, naked women? Are you sure you’re not dreaming? I can pinch you, if you want to be sure.” Her fingernails stopped just inches from his shaft, twirling small circles against his flesh. Goosebumps spread along Kyle’s arms as he pulled back from her slightly. Through black and teal bangs, she stared into his eyes as she whispered, batting her eyelashes: “Do you want me to get naked, too? I will if you ask me to. Just say the word and this towel will come right off…”
A choked gasp was all that escaped Kyle’s throat. Ayaka pulled back and laughed. “Men: they’re so much fun to play with… Still, I think that counted as a yes,” she teased, grasping his hard cock beneath the water, unseen. He sharply inhaled in shock, trapped in her grip. Her hands softly stroked his hard shaft as she looked at him through heavily-lidded eyes, her fingertips grazing along his thick, solid manhood.
Her hand pulled back, and she brought them both to her chest. “Just be gentle with me, Kyle…” She reached her fingertips beneath the towel’s fabric and pulled out, loosening it from her chest. She let go. The towel fell from her hands, but she continued to cover her chest with her palms. She bit her lip and peeked at Kyle through her bangs. Slowly, she pulled her hands away, revealing her pert, petite breasts, just barely swelling away from her body. “Do you mind small breasts like this, Kyle?”
“No, I think they look incredible. There’s something beautifully elegant about a petite chest.”
She guffawed. “Such a ladies’ man… You always know what to say, don’t you? Well, one gifted tongue deserves another, don’t you think so?” Her eyes focused on his lap. “Now that you’ve seen all of us, don’t you think it’s your turn to show off?”
“Yes, yours. You’ve been naked this whole time: you can’t get modest now,” Ayaka retorted. “You wouldn’t disappoint four lovely ladies, would you?”
“I’m not sure anyone wants to see m—”
“I do,” Ayaka stated plainly.
“Me too,” Sisi and Irene added.
Desiree remained silent, but her flushing cheeks gave all the answer he needed. She was far too pink to simply be over-cooked by the waters of the onsen.
He sighed. Eight eyes looked at him in eager anticipation. There was no way out. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement, though, despite his embarrassment. He’d be bare before these women, but they were asking him to display his body. Did they really want to see him nude? What if it were just a cruel trick? What if it weren’t, and they simply wanted to see his body, stare at him, carefully observe his body’s details and examine his manhood? Would he really be fool enough to run away from such a possibility?
“Fine. I’ll do it…” he said, trying to keep the rising excitement out of his voice. He hoped that his blush would be mistaken for a result of the heat of the water, rather than of his desire. He took a deep breath and braced his arms against the stones. He closed his eyes, and stood up.
The girls gasped. “Wow,” said Desiree softly. He opened his eyes. They weren’t running, or hiding, or taking out their cell phones to call the police and report a dangerous exhibitionist. They were looking upon his cock in ecstasy, as though beholding a sacred object, their eyes locked onto it in abject worship.
He had never had such an audience before. He was used to being naked in front of one person, alone, in a private room. He had never been naked outdoors, in public, in front of so many before. His cock twinged at the thought, lightly bobbing in the cold air. Steam rose off of it, as the last few drops of hot water dripped off of its swollen tip. It took all of his self-control not to cover himself up, not to sit back down, but to continue to stand and display himself to them. He wished he could read their minds and pick at their thoughts.
“What are you thinking about, Desiree?” asked Ayaka.
“Oh, please. You look like Wile E. Coyote eyeing the Roadrunner. You’re either planning to eat the thing,” she said, glancing down at his crotch, “not a terrible option, or you’re having some interesting thoughts about it. So spill.”
She lowered her eyes and blushed crimson. “Well…can…can I touch it, Kyle? J-just once… I’ve never felt one before…”
Kyle’s eyebrows shot up at her request. “Look at you, sifting after all,” praised Irene. “You know, Desiree,” she whispered, raising her hand to the side of her mouth, “that’s where babies come from.”
“I know where babies come from! Mostly… N-nevermind,” she relented, fiddling with her towel.
“No, it’s okay,” Kyle encouraged. “I really don’t mind.”
“Go ahead. Just don’t be too rough or anything,” he instructed.
Desiree approached closer, her face as red as a boiled lobster. Her hand reached out, trembling. Her fingertip brushed gently against his rigid shaft. She pulled back as though it were white hot, but she slowly brought her hand back. Her eyes were locked onto his cock as she pressed her palm against him, sliding her hand along his shaft. She closed her hand around his shaft, giving it a gentle squeeze. His hot cock throbbed inside her hand, pulsating strongly. Her lips parted slightly as various fantasies ran through her mind. What would it feel like inside of her, between her lips, between her thighs? Could she really fit something so large inside of her, where she could barely fit a finger? Her breaths came slowly and deep. Time seemed to stand still while she held his manhood inside her grip.
Ayaka broke the spell. “Enjoying yourself?” she asked.
Desiree squealed and immediately released Kyle, tossed out of her fantasies. Ayaka and Irene chuckled at her sudden chagrin.
“I have an idea…” Ayaka mused. She retrieved one of the abandoned towels from the floor of the bath and wringed it out. A wide, mischievous grin spread across her face as she approached Kyle.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“You’ll see…” she replied, almost singing. The other girls backed away slightly to make room for Ayaka as she turned Kyle around, so that his back was facing her. She pressed herself against him as she slipped the towel over his eyes and ties the ends behind his head. Her hard nipples grazed against his back, softly caressing him as she moved. The world went dark: a grey blur.
“Okay, now what?”
“Now,” Ayaka explained in a low, husky whisper, her lips brushing against his earlobe, “we’re going to have some fun.” Fingernails softly raked along his inner thigh, stopping a hair’s breadth short of his balls. He jerked and gasped. The girls giggled at his reaction. “Now, now, no need to be nervous. Just relax,” she cooed. He tried, but all he managed was to slump his shoulders slightly.
His world was now only sound and touch. Ayaka gently pushed on him, slowly easing him back down into the water, safely guiding him to his destination. She grabbed his ass and giggled just before he entered the water. Once he sat down, he waited. The girls whispered, a conspiratorial susurrus. He wished he knew what they were planning, although Ayaka had hinted pretty strongly at their plots. He waited, the drumming of his heart marking the passage of time. What were they talking about? How much longer would they take?
Without warning, a hand wrapped around his cock, tightly gripping him. “Desiree! You’re so voracious, my my!” Irene teased.
“It’s not me! That was Ayaka!” Desiree defended.
“So it is,” the culprit admitted. Her hand loosened, and began to stroke his shaft painfully slowly, up and down in long, lazy motions. “Here, lie down,” she offered. Kyle reclined, letting the water and women support him. He felt their soft thighs beneath him. He parted his legs, making room for Ayaka’s body, or whoever had their hand around his shaft. Her hands ran along his cock, softly tugging at his manhood. Her fingernails played along its length, while her other hand cupped his balls and began to caress him.
A pair of lips found his, and left a gentle peck. Then another kiss, slightly long, teasing, tempting greater things to come. He tried to reciprocate, but she dodged, lifting her head out of the way with a giggle. His lips met only air. He mewled weakly, and was rewarded with a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue penetrated his mouth. Their lips locked, embracing each other amorously. Multiple hands emerged from the water to caress his chest, his abdomen, his thighs. His entire body was being stimulated, from his lips to his cock; not an inch of his flesh was ignored.
The hand around his cock stopped. He sighed. They wouldn’t stop now, would they? They couldn’t! He’d end up with priapism at this rate if they didn’t offer a cure. Girls shuffled. Bodies moved. The water splashed. He stayed quiet, not even breathing, trying to hear who was where.
A plump warmth enveloped his manhood, soft, yet firm. What was it? Suddenly, he realized: one of the women was using her breasts to masturbate him. The breasts were pushed together as the girl slid herself up and down along his shaft. They felt large. They rested heavily on his thighs. Who was it? Ayaka was too small…but it could be any of the other three. Would Desiree dare do something so audacious? Or was it Irene? Or Sisi?
A tongue flicked across the tip of his cock. He quivered. Her wet breasts massaged his cock. Long, hungry kisses began to be peppered across his chest, slowly working their way down to his crotch. Thin, deft fingers swirled circles around his nipples, bringing them to hardness. He began to breathe heavily. A pair of lips wrapped around his cock and began to gently suckle the tip, as though thirsty for cum.
He thought of reaching up, of tearing off the blindfold, to see whose mouth was embracing his hard, throbbing cock, but he thought better of it. He didn’t dare end this paradise. The mystery was unbearable, but he’d rather anything than stop this too soon, not when he was so close to the end.
He groaned, unable to restrain his desire any longer. Someone kissed his lips, then moved down to his earlobe and neck. He twisted his head, offering himself to her. The heavy weight of breasts lifted off of his thighs, and again, he felt positions shuffling as his neck was gently nibbled and his chest caressed. Two pairs of lips found their way to his thighs. Wet hair played across his body. Their fingernails ran across his legs and crotch, always stopping just short of his trembling cock, teasing him mercilessly, approaching it and retreating, coming close with false promises. He thrust his hips upwards, trying to force them to touch him, to grant him relief, to end his suffering, but he received only laughter. Kisses rained down upon his body everywhere, everywhere but where he most deeply desired them.
He panted laboriously. He was so close… His cock throbbed sorely. He felt as though he were going to cum without his cock even being touched. He didn’t want such a wonderful orgasm denied to him and turned into a weak, dribbling ejaculation. He wanted to cum inside one of them, badly. “Please…” he begged.
His prayers were answered. A strong, moist, hot tongue brushed up against his shaft, licking him from the base of his cock, slowly along the sensitive underside of his shaft, all the way to his swollen, thick head, where it swirled around his tip, relishing the pleasure it was bringing him. She flicked her tongue rapidly back and forth against his tip, teasing him with what he could soon expect. He raised his hips, wanting her to take him deeply into his mouth, but he wouldn’t be allowed that, not yet. A second pair of lips kissed his balls lightly, slowly, before beginning to suck them rhythmically, taking one into her mouth at a time and gently sucking it before releasing it and doing the same to the other. She licked his balls, caressing them gently with her tongue, before making her way up to his shaft.
Two tongues, two pairs of lips, now pleasured his manhood, working together to stroke his shaft. His cock was trapped between their tongues, massaged and stroked, as they danced around him, slipping around his cock passionately and hungrily. They fought over the right to his cock, like girls competing over one popsicle, each trying to out-do the other and gain the entirety through sheer determination.
Finally, one conquered, and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, taking his shaft deeply into her mouth. She bobbed her head vigorously, her tongue stroking his cock back and forth. Other hands stroked his chest and grazed their fingernails along his ass. Someone kissed him passionately, her hand against the back of his head, forcing him against her. He reciprocated, pulling her into him, sucking her lower lip, and all the while another woman was bringing him to orgasm with her mouth.
She licked and sucked and bobbed and soon she had nearly drawn his orgasm out of him. He felt himself approach the edge, and fall. He gasped loudly as his body reacted, his muscles quivering, his cock spasmed inside her tight, warm, wet mouth, releasing his cum inside of her mouth. She grasped his cock gently with one hand, guiding him. He felt her mouth contract as she swallowed once, twice, greedily taking every last drop inside of her, unwilling to waste even a single ounce of his essence. She moaned in pleasure, contentedly suckling his cock dry.
Kyle let out a slow, deep, exhausted breath. A hand reached to his eyes and removed the towel from his eyes. The world returned. Sisi took the warm, moist, soft towel and lightly dabbed his wilting penis, cleaning it tenderly. Her cheeks were flushed red. He was sure he was in the same condition, watching her affectionately manipulate his manhood, lifting it and moving it so that she could wipe it clean with the white cloth.
“Wow…” was all his brain could handle. There was no other way to describe what had just happened to him in words. The snowflakes continued to rain down upon them, finding their final destiny upon the steaming bodies of these beautiful women.
“Did you enjoy it?” asked Sisi, biting her lower lip.
“Incredibly so,” he confessed. “I just wish I could return the favor.”
“Well, the night’s still young,” Ayaka mentioned. “Would you mind keeping a few unattended maidens company tonight?”
He smiled. “Not at all. But you have to promise that you’ll let me treat all of you as well as you’ve treated me.”