IN THE HOT TUB
Last evening saw me curled up on the green velvet La-Z-Boy, channel surfing. I had had a bad day at work and I was plotting innovative methods of torturing the various entities that had made my day miserable.
“C” walked in and asked if I wanted to go into the hot tub. She had asked me earlier too, and I had declined saying I couldn’t possibly get into a swimsuit. This time around, she would not take no for an answer. When I trotted out my familiar excuse of not having brought my swimsuit, she offered to lend me one of her “modest” ones.
The swimsuit in question was a one piece (thank god for small mercies), with pretty blue flowers on a darker blue background, cut low in the back and high along the sides. Gad!! Did she honestly expect me to wear that? I tremulously asked her, “C, can I wrap a towel around this?” On hearing that I could, I grabbed my towel off the rack in the bathroom and hurriedly wound it around myself sarong-style. And C promptly pulled it off saying, “That is a bath towel, silly, get a beach towel.” For the life of me, I could not figure out the difference. Only that my bath towel was a solid mehandi-green color while the beach towel was a gaily striped blue and white one. Does the color and pattern make such a difference?
I was aghast at the knowledge that the three of us, actually two, since D was clad in his shorts and t-shirt, were going to be traipsing along the path to the swimming pool in minimal clothing. On questioning C, she nonchalantly informed me that the people in our apartment complex were quite used to the two of them walking about in their swimsuits. Great, just great.
We got to the hot tub and I threw my towel over the railing and hurriedly got into the tub before anyone could get a glimpse of a baby hippopotamus in a swim suit. I was in such a hurry that I sent a tidal wave of water towards poor D who was almost drowned. It was just his navy training that saved him.
C slid in. I really envied the way she looked, so svelte and perfect. The water was hot, but as I got used to it, I could actually feel all my tensions slip away. That must have been my Piscean side kicking in. Water always soothes me. We sat in the tub for a while talking about our day and at the end of it all, I really felt good. Pretty silly of me not to have tried this earlier!!!
“C” walked in and asked if I wanted to go into the hot tub. She had asked me earlier too, and I had declined saying I couldn’t possibly get into a swimsuit. This time around, she would not take no for an answer. When I trotted out my familiar excuse of not having brought my swimsuit, she offered to lend me one of her “modest” ones.
The swimsuit in question was a one piece (thank god for small mercies), with pretty blue flowers on a darker blue background, cut low in the back and high along the sides. Gad!! Did she honestly expect me to wear that? I tremulously asked her, “C, can I wrap a towel around this?” On hearing that I could, I grabbed my towel off the rack in the bathroom and hurriedly wound it around myself sarong-style. And C promptly pulled it off saying, “That is a bath towel, silly, get a beach towel.” For the life of me, I could not figure out the difference. Only that my bath towel was a solid mehandi-green color while the beach towel was a gaily striped blue and white one. Does the color and pattern make such a difference?
I was aghast at the knowledge that the three of us, actually two, since D was clad in his shorts and t-shirt, were going to be traipsing along the path to the swimming pool in minimal clothing. On questioning C, she nonchalantly informed me that the people in our apartment complex were quite used to the two of them walking about in their swimsuits. Great, just great.
We got to the hot tub and I threw my towel over the railing and hurriedly got into the tub before anyone could get a glimpse of a baby hippopotamus in a swim suit. I was in such a hurry that I sent a tidal wave of water towards poor D who was almost drowned. It was just his navy training that saved him.
C slid in. I really envied the way she looked, so svelte and perfect. The water was hot, but as I got used to it, I could actually feel all my tensions slip away. That must have been my Piscean side kicking in. Water always soothes me. We sat in the tub for a while talking about our day and at the end of it all, I really felt good. Pretty silly of me not to have tried this earlier!!!
posted by newatthis at 2:54 PM
7 Comments:
Wow must have been an amazing experience. I have tried it with the poorer cousin, the bath tub. Soaking in hot water really helps to relax :) But I bet its nicer to do it out of limits of privacy and be able to chat with others!
That's good. Swimming pool itself is very relaxing, and if its a hot tub all the more better. But dear dont exxagerate bot the way u look,a tiny hippo???????? Hello........how bot Dory in Nemo heheh
yeah siri, but i guess you make do with whatever is available!!!
well, dory is a fat fish!! and i am both fish and fat!!
That was the sexiest post i had ever come across. Nice
err... would it be possible to have a picture to go with that... ;)
bin, i presume you are looking for a pic of C right? somehow i cant envision you collecting pictures of fat women in swimming costumes!!
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