In Hot Water Again
(mid 1990s)

Shortly after moving in with my new boyfriend, Brandon, we decided to join a gym. It was my idea because I was trying to get into good shape while fighting to land a role in a small independent film, a caveman movie, in which the entire cast would be nude (A story for another time).

Working out together at the gym became a regular routine for us (although, it didn’t really last long). But when this was a thing, I usually went to the gym before starting my afternoon shifts at work. Brandon would join me when his schedule allowed. Most of the time we would use the hot tub after our workouts.

One afternoon, we were alone in the hot tub when he suggested that next time I should come out of the locker room in just a towel and go naked in the tub. As fun as that would be, I told him that there was no way. The hot tub shared the room with the enormous pool. And a glass wall ran the length of the pool with a view of the strip mall parking lot. Not only that, but right next to the hot tub was another glass wall that exposed the whole room to the registration desk / entrance. Going naked in the tub would be very exciting… but seriously risky.

Honestly, if Brandon had pushed me more, I probably would have done it. I am a pushover. Sometimes I can’t bring myself to follow through with one of my ideas, even when it is mild. But when someone else really encourages me, I can do things far more daring. But Brandon had not learned this, yet.

Our relationship was very new. I had just begun thinking of Brandon as my boyfriend when I moved in with him. But I did not refer to him that way at the time. When it came to our relationship, we never put too fine a point on it. I think we were afraid of spoiling the great fun we were having together. We were developing a wonderful partnership for fulfilling our desires. We had similar interests in this way. I loved showing off, and he loved watching me show off. In fact, I found him a creative and encouraging partner for indulging my exhibitionist urges. The hot tub scenario had potential to be another example of this. I might have come up with such an idea on my own, but unlikely it would become more than a fantasy without his encouragement and shared enjoyment.

After sitting with his suggestion of going nude in the gym’s hot tub, I started to wish he would bring it up again. But he didn’t. I was alone for the next trip to the gym. This time I did not go to the hot tub. But I remembered Brandon had asked me if I ever walked naked from my locker to the shower. I had not. But I decided to do that this time so I could tell him about it when I got home. It was largely uneventful, but more thrilling than I thought it would be. I saw only one other woman in the locker room. We made eye contact as I carried my towel to the shower. I felt naughty, even though what I was doing was not really that daring. The showers were between the locker room and the pool. So, after my shower, I wrapped my towel around me and peeked out to the pool. I could only see one person swimming, and they were quite focused on that, so I started to walk out to see how far I could go. I made it to the edge of the pool. Standing in my towel, with a view of the whole room, the parking lot, the front desk, I felt comfortable, and this pleased me. No one could know what I was, or was not, wearing under my towel. As I often do, I started fantasizing. Watching the swimmer and the people out on the sidewalk and parking lot, my mind filled with many incomplete and unpolished ideas that are still able to arouse me.

What if I let my towel fall right here at the edge of the pool?

What if I dive in and just keep swimming until somebody notices I’m naked and confronts me?

What if I ‘mistakenly’ go into the men’s showers instead of returning to the women's?

What if I showered in the men’s?

I started seriously considering how I could make that happen, and how fantastic it would be. But it seemed like one of those ideas for which I would never have the courage. Then I looked over to the hot tub and imagined dropping my towel as I climbed in. That seemed very possible. The plausibility snapped me out of my daydreaming. I noticed through the glass that a guy at the front desk was intently looking my way. Startled, I had to glance down to be sure I was still in my towel. I was, but squeezing my breasts through the towel. (Playing with my boobs is a subconscious habit I still have today – particularly when I daydream.) I saw a couple of people peering in at me as they walked along the sidewalk out front. Releasing my boobs and turning quickly, I bumped into a guy I hadn’t noticed and struggled to keep my towel around me as I retreated to the locker room (the women's). That night, I told Brandon the story. I know he liked that I was reconsidering his hot tub dare, but he did not push the idea again. This time I was relieved because I was back to believing I could not do it.

Brandon was with me for the next visit to the gym. After our workout, I made it to the hot tub first – in my blue one-piece swimsuit. Several people were swimming in the pool, but the tub was empty. I was alone when Brandon came up, fully dressed, and said he had to go out to make a phone call. It was loud and echoey in the room, so I had to listen close as he lowered his voice and ordered me to give him my swimsuit. At first, I didn't respond. He then picked up my towel from the side of the tub and requested my suit again, promising to bring it back. That's when I knew he was setting me up. Going naked in the hot tub was one thing, but leaving me stranded with no swimsuit or towel was something else. I answered, “No way,” but looked around to really consider it. Seeing the people in the pool, and at the desk, I got excited. The bubbles did well to hide what was under the water. Brandon waited as I looked around. He could tell I might go for it, and I did. I sunk down a bit it the water and started working my way out of my suit. I had to pause halfway through as I was giggling uncontrollably. Then I noticed someone headed my way. But when I realized they were getting in the pool, I slid my swimsuit the rest of the way off and tried to discreetly toss it at Brandon’s feet, but it landed with a loud sloppy thud. He picked it up and took it, with my towel, to the men’s locker room.

Now alone and trapped completely nude in the public hot tub, I became frightfully aroused. I felt helpless and really began to appreciate how many people were around, wondering who may end up joining me for my naked bath. As I thought more about the amusement Brandon would find in my going naked back to the locker room, I realized how unlikely it was that my suit would be returned. Picturing the walk past all these people to my locker, I thought about how I had only worn my swimsuit and shorts to the gym. Would he drive off and leave me to catch a ride in my shorts and a stolen towel for a top? Or maybe he expected me to search for my suit in the men’s locker room? I was completely at his mercy. It was frightening but exciting, and somehow satisfying to consider what I would do.

After a few minutes I could see Brandon through the window, pacing out front "on the phone". He gave me a wave. I could tell he was enjoying himself. Then I noticed a middle-aged man walking right toward me. I prayed he was really going for the pool, but found I was equally concerned and thrilled as he climbed into the hot tub across from me.

I'm sure my face was red. My blood was really pumping. I sunk low, neck deep in the water now, but I could no longer see Brandon this way. My new tub mate chatted with me some, and I answered, but was having trouble sounding casual. I think he could tell something was going on. I have never been very good at fooling people. I will giggle or otherwise betray what I am trying to hide, always thinking they are on to me. But I started to feel more comfortable and confident as the small talk with my new friend continued. It was quite fun to hold a conversation with a stranger - while completely naked. But soon I was reminded of something to which I had given absolutely no thought. The hot tub jets were on a timer. I remembered because they stopped.

The water quickly became still, and my condition obvious – very obvious. Many times I have found that even slight movement on the surface of water can distort what is underneath. But now, from my view, there was practically no distortion. I was just sitting there naked, in the well-lit hot tub, right in front of this man. There was no more chatter. He was silently staring at me. I think he did not know what to say.

He looked up into my eyes and then down again. I could see the dismay on his face. I started to move around to agitate the water to help mask my nudity, but it felt more like I was now dancing for him. While looking around and wondering who else may come along, I tried to think of what to do or say. The dial for the jets was on a nearby wall, but not in reach from the tub. I thought of owning the situation with great confidence by getting out to turn on the jets. But with all the others around, that seemed crazy. So, I asked if he would turn on the bubbles. He nodded quietly for several seconds before confirming my request, “You want the jets back on?”

“That would be nice,” I answered, as he just stared at me. Then he gestured to my body and was clearly struggling for more words. I knew I had to explain. Now I wish I had been clever enough to tell him that he was on a hidden camera show - but I was honest.

“My boyfriend stole my swimsuit… as a joke,” I explained with a pathetic smirk.

As a response, he offered only more nodding. I could see he was not only stunned but a bit transfixed, which I found flattering. But he still did not go for the jets. So, I just folded my hands in my lap and smiled at him. He continued to look me over, as I glanced around to consider if anyone else could see me. It didn’t seem so. After an awkward forever, he got out and turned the dial. As the bubbles returned, he walked over to the towel rack near the locker rooms and brought me a towel. I thanked him as he got back in the tub. Setting the towel off to side, I debated if I should try to get out. I rose up a bit to see Brandon still on the phone out front, and frantically signaled for him to return.

As Brandon made his way inside, a young couple (man and woman) left the pool and came to join me and my new friend in the hot tub. Talking among themselves, they did not engage us. My friend smiled at me, clearly waiting to see what I would do. He was very amused, and thankfully said nothing.

Brandon finally returned, now in his swimsuit. He discreetly showed me that my suit was wrapped in his towel, and he climbed in next to me.

“Is this your boyfriend?” our tub mate asked.

I answered, “Yes,” half excited and half afraid of what either of them would say next. Brandon acknowledged the man, but said little else. He did not yet know that our friend had already seen I was naked. We sat quietly, with the couple talking among themselves.

Both men waited to see what I would do. I knew I could not get dressed under the water without being obvious. But now with Brandon here, and my new friend seemingly enjoying himself, I became quite comfortable while waiting for the couple to leave. I was surprised at how much I could relax and I let the varied sensations of the whole experience wash over me. I was having a great time. Not only because of my daring, but I liked the feeling of the swirling water on my body without the restrictions of the suit. When I would look Brandon in the eyes, we would both smile and fight to contain our laughter. I don’t think the couple could tell that I was naked, but from our behavior, they gathered something was up. After a few minutes, they left.

I pulled my swimsuit from under the towel and started working my way back into it as Brandon and my new friend watched with amusement. If you have ever tried to put on a wet swimsuit while sitting underwater, you know the struggle. For this, and the hope of further exciting my audience, I put my back to the registration desk, using my friend to block the view from the pool, I stood up, with my boobs above water, to finish working my way into the suit. At that moment, my excitement swelled to a state of spectacular arousal, for several reasons. I read the astonishment on Brandon’s face, and the subtle but pleased reaction of my new friend. As much, I loved how I looked at the time, with the shape of my wet breasts and the erect response of my nipples to both the cold air and the gaze of the men. I was intimately and unabashedly basking in the unspoken adulation of my audience.

With all my bits finally tucked away, I offered a quick “Goodbye,” and climbed out, heading for the locker rooms, as Brandon followed. Leaving my friend soaking in the tub… and the overall unexpected experience.

As I scurried away, he offered his advice to, “Keep out of trouble.”

This hot tub episode eventually made my list of rather mild experiences as Brandon’s dares, and my daring, became increasingly bold and risky. This after he realized that, with his encouragement, I would do almost anything. But this fun we had at the gym was something of a milestone as it significantly inspired me, and I sought more, and escalating, exhibitionist adventures.
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I have no pictures from the gym, but here are some of me at a water park around that time, wearing the same swimsuit I wore to the gym. And a few unrelated screenshots of me in a towel, which I hope help set the scene.