Hot stuff

I spent last weekend at a spa with an old friend of mine. The kind of friend you tell everything. Everything. It wasn’t a nudist spa so it was bathing suits on for everyone in the saunas and hot tubs, but we still couldn’t resist checking out the beautiful, wet, sweaty bodies. Well, at least I couldn’t. Two things popped into my mind as we debriefed our spa experience over wine, chocolate, Doritos and peach gummies back at our rental suite.

I was checking out the women more than men. This isn’t totally unusual for me. We go to another all-women’s spa in town and you can’t help but notice other women’s naked bodies when they’re right in front of you. And in my recent experience playing with Maestro, I am even more familiar with their various shapes, sizes, colours, tastes, and smells. Anyway, there were some beautiful women there. Maybe it’s the demographic – women who go to higher-end spas are more likely to take care of their bodies and thus look good? Perhaps. I have no answers. All I know is that it wasn’t just the spectacular outdoor mountain snowy view I was enjoying.

The second realization I had occurred at the end of the night, when I was one of the last people out of the shower before it closed. I rushed out of the shower, wrapped my hair up in a towel, grabbed my bikini and walked over to my locker. I am so comfortable being naked in public now. I was never really prudish before, but being naked in one’s own home to do the cleaning or read a book is way different. As I stood there, toweling off and changing, I realized I was the only naked person in the change room. Everyone else was more discreet, there were some breasts out, but towels discreetly covered everything below the waist.

Going to sex clubs with Maestro, and doing nude photos and videos has changed me. I am much more accepting of my body. I’m embracing all 51 years of it. And when I’m older, I will have evidence that it looked pretty damn good.