Chapter 6 #2
It was clear water, gently steaming, reflecting the soft light that filled the space. Crystals were embedded throughout the rock walls, casting a steady glow that replaced the need for sunlight.
They softly reached the ground, and Andrew followed Ayla’s lead by stepping out. The surface beneath his feet was warm stone, slightly damp from the rising steam.
Andrew took it all in, slowly turning. “This is incredible.”
The air was warmer here, filled with the faint scent of minerals and moisture. The sound of water echoed softly, blending with the distant hush of the forest above.
It felt ancient, almost untouched.
Ayla stepped forward, seemingly amused by the amazement on his face. “This is where we wash,” she said.
Andrew nodded, still taking it in. Laughter made him turn, and at one of the springs farther away was a group of five women, talking while they bathed.
Andrew swallowed as their naked bodies caught his eye. He quickly looked away.
Ayla smiled and slowly shook her head. “Relax,” she said. “It’s okay.”
She took him by the hand and guided him onto a path going between the springs. They walked past a few other springs. Some were empty, others had women bathing. A beautiful woman stood, bent over, washing her long brown hair. She gazed over, her hair in her hands.
Andrew kept her gaze as he passed, electricity sparking as her wet, naked skin shone in the light, smooth and sensual.
They finally entered a more secluded area, where a smaller spring was located right next to the rock wall.
Before he could say more, two women wearing a simple cloth that barely covered their bodies, approached from a wooden bench. They seemed to have been waiting for him.
Andrew glanced at Ayla. She nodded at the women.
The women stepped closer and dropped the clothes, exposing their naked bodies.
Andrew gasped slightly as his breath got caught in his chest.
One reached for his arm, guiding him gently, while the other gestured toward the water.
Andrew let out a breath. “Guess we are going in.”
One of the women took off his shirt, while the other worked his pants. He was naked in no time, fighting to control his cock from growing hard.
They led him into the spring, steam rising from its water. The warmth hit him immediately, sinking into his muscles, making him relax.
He let out a deep breath, releasing the tension that had been stuck within him.
Ayla crouched at the side of the spring. “This are Magda and Esna. They will take care of you and make sure you’re presentable.”
Andrew chuckled as the two women closed in, pressing their naked bodies against his under the water. “I wasn’t presentable before?” he asked, managing to keep his voice from quivering as one of the women—Magda—gently grabbed his cock underwater and slowly stroked it.
Ayla shrugged, a playful look on her face. “Only a little.” She got up.
“You are not joining?” Andrew blurted out, his voice now shaking as Magda was stroking his now hard cock a bit too enthusiastically.
Is she washing it or just jerking me??
Maybe both.
Ayla looked over her shoulder and shook her head. “Not today.” She walked out of sight.
Andrew couldn’t help but hope that indeed one day she would.
Magda let go of his cock, smiling as she grabbed a small cloth from the side of the bath and started to scrub his back.
The women worked with quiet efficiency, moving around him as they focused on their mission. For better or worse, they left his cock alone.
Esna poured warm water over his shoulders while the other used a soft cloth, working it along his arms and back with steady motions.
The heat seeped into his muscles, loosening the last of the tension he hadn’t even realized he was still holding.
Andrew exhaled slowly, letting his head tilt back slightly. “Yeah… okay,” he murmured. “I could get used to this.”
One of the women rinsed his hair, careful and thorough, while the other continued down his side, cleaning him with the same calm focus.
Their touch was just right, caressing his muscles as they washed him.
It still felt strange to him.
He glanced toward Ayla, who stood at the edge of another spring, talking with a woman relaxing in the water.
He observed her, briefly forgetting the two women touching him all over.
Ayla’s long hair, the curve of her nose, her slender neck… The vision of her naked body came back to him. In this strange world full of women, somehow she made him feel at ease. He couldn’t wait to lie in the same bed as her again.
Magda leaned in, nearly pressing her lips against his ear. “Clean body, clear mind,” she said, her breath warm on his skin.
Andrew gave a faint smile and met her gaze. Steam curled lazily through the air, catching the soft glow of the crystals embedded in the stone. The light shimmered across the water's surface, shifting gently with every movement.
It just didn’t feel real.
Esna leaned in as well, coming in close. “A real man. An actual man,” she nearly moaned, pressing her full breasts against his body.
“Don’t,” Magda said, her voice strict.
Disappointment darkened Esna’s face. “Oh come, just a little—“