She had on a white sheer bra and panties set that left no detail to the imagination. Her pierced nipples poked through her bra as she kept her hands b...etween her legs to hide her soak and swollen pussy. The lips of her pussy would always swell when she became aroused, perfect plump mounds. Melody went to take off her skirt and paused. We poked fun at her asking her what she was so nervous about. Her skirt fell to the ground and we could all see why she was nervous. She was not wearing panties.. It had originally been a natural depression near the spring that fed it and the stream there. It had been expanded and enlarged with quarried stone to create a deep pool large enough for thirty or more people to bath in comfortably at one time. There were only a few people there this time of the morning, mostly women and a few older men."Isn't this nice?" Margie asked, as I looked the site over. "It's just like a spa." The sisters proceeded to get naked without a thought and were soon soaking. Feeling a little stubble,I got out the razor and shaved my chest and legs again. Sherry wasvery insistent about that, telling me she had a phobia about body hairand that she was very pleased that I kept myself smooth. Aftershaving, I put on a clean body shaper and hand laundered the one I hadworked out in, hanging it to drip dry. I put on a clean shirt andpants and went back to the den where Sherry was working on ourcomputer. Ravel's Bolero was playing on our stereo. I walked over andgave. Slowly slowly she lowered herself into the heat, feeling the bubbles on her legs like a million tiny tongues. She sat down, shuddering with a tingle of excitement as the heat enveloped her ass and her pussy. She turned on the jets, and leaned back, letting the water massage her. In the airport, there had been an ad for Jamaica Air; the sun setting over the carribean, with the phrase "Stress can't swim." emblazoned above it. Cheesy as it was, that was how she felt now, the terrible ache in her.