Each winter, when it’s too cold outdoors for going topless, we round up our gang and head to our favorite spa for an evening of fun in the sauna, steam room, and lemon-filled soaking tubs.
Usually we wait until December, but this year we couldn’t because the spa is about to undergo extensive renovations — so we had to get in before the wrecking ball came.
It was hardly a hardship. Warm as September and October were this year, November has been, as people used to say, as cold as a witch’s tit. (Why did they say this, we wonder. Would witches have abnormally cold tits? We count some practicing witches among our membership, and haven’t noticed any particular mammary hypothermia.) In any event, it’s been cold, and the warmth of the spa was welcome indeed.
As was the excellent company. Twenty-one of us showed up, ranging from old friends to first-timers, and in addition to the wonderful facilities, we all enjoyed fabulous massages at the hands of the spa’s crack therapists. (Afterwards, a dozen of us commandeered a quiet room and treated ourselves to fabulous follow-up massages at our own hands, about which we will discreetly say no more, except that the MLTEK Bullet plus Trojan H20 is one powerful combination.)
But for all the physical pleasures (and they were many), the greatest satisfaction was just getting to relax with a group of thoughtful, smart, interesting women, and not being self-conscious about our bodies or anything else. “Just humans being human,” as one member put it.
If you’d like to try just being human with us sometime, we’d love to hear from you. Our email is toplesspulpfiction@gmail.com and all women are welcome.
No reason to spend the winter shivering when warmth is close at hand.
It’s a little late in the year perhaps, but have you considered going to a U-Pick for some tasty apples and pears?
We have! Haven’t pulled it off yet, but we’ve thought about it several times over the past few years. Hopefully we’ll do it sometime. 🙂
What an amazingly fun and happy time this must have been. I was just at a coed, clothing optional spa the past weekend and there was nothing but good vibes there too
Your spa looks like a delightfully quirky place. Hopefully this charm is retained for future visits.
Lance in Oregon
Lance, where was this spa located? Have been looking for one
Alex,
There are two in Portland to choose from. Inner City Hot Springs at NE 33rd and Alberta and Everett Wellness Center at NE 30th and Everett. Both are coed and have massage services available.
Lance
What a wonderful looking place for bonding and relaxation. 🙂
Oh dear, all this talk of saunas, steam rooms and MLTEK Bullets is getting me rather hot under the collar – but then it’s cold and grey in London at the moment, so the warm-up is very welcome…
Lovely as always and it looks like you had a lot of fun. However, as a longsighted user of naturist spas I have to ask, how does the lady with glasses stop hers from steaming up? I’d love to know!
You can take them off before going in the steam room. They don’t steam up in the dry sauna.
In a time when so many men are being accused of sexual harassment (it’s actually “power” harassment), it’s good to see that you continue to experience body-positive events. Best to you!
Harassment is a pervasive and serious problem. But the problem isn’t that the acts involved are sexual, it’s the lack of consent (and, as you say, the abuse of power). There is nothing wrong with nudity, with masturbation, or with sex, as long as the participants all want to be there, taking part.
This seems trivial, but wouldn’t the lemons work better if they were sliced or halved so you are soaking in lemon scented water?
Some of the scent comes through regardless. And some people do puncture the lemons. Others just scratch the rind and enjoy the scent released that way.
In the old days the theory was that all witches had an extra “tit” somewhere on their body that was used to feed their “familiar”- black cat or whatever. It was always ice cold.
Some Puritan preachers would (for a fee) have a woman strip naked, look her over carefully, and issue a certificate that she didn’t have a “witches’ tit” and therefore wasn’t a witch.