[Amy Sue]

Part 17: In Hot Water Again
(late 1990s)


I was living with Brandon, my boyfriend at the time, in Orlando when we decided to join a gym. Working out there together became a regular routine for a while (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.

We were alone in the hot tub one afternoon 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 thought there was no way. The tub shared the room with the enormous pool. And a glass wall ran the length of the pool with a view of the 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 to the tub would be very exciting, but not going to happen.

At other times in my life, I probably would have done it, but I wasn’t as daring then. I had gone through dramatically different periods in my life, as it relates to my tendencies for exhibitionism and sexual adventures. I grew up an innocent preacher’s daughter; then tried to break away by going completely wild in college; overcorrecting again, I married a conservative right out of college and practically put an end to my shenanigans. Now, I was in the middle of a divorce from my first husband, and had recently started following through with my desires again. But my new adventures with my boyfriend had yet involved anything extreme, or as public, as the hot tub scenario. But if Brandon had pushed me more, I probably would have gone for 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 encourages me, I can do things far more daring.

Well, I started to think more about the hot tub dare, almost wishing Brandon 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, although we made eye contact as I carried my towel to the shower. I felt naughty, even though what I was doing was not daring at all. 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, so I started to walk out to see how far I could get. I made it to the edge of the pool where I could see the whole room. I was pretty comfortable. No one could know what I was, or was not, wearing under my towel. I looked over to the hot tub and imagined dropping my towel as I climbed in. That snapped me out of it. I noticed through the glass that a guy at the front desk was looking my way, and a couple of people were peering in as they walked along the sidewalk out front. Nearly bumping into a guy I hadn’t noticed, I quickly retreated to the locker room. 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. I was a little 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 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, but I heard most of what he said. I thought he may be setting me up. He told me to give him my swimsuit, and he would bring it back. I answered, “No way,” but looked around to really consider it. Seeing the people in the pool, and at the desk, I got very 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, and I had noticed someone headed my way. But when I realized they were getting in the pool, I pulled 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 the towel I had nearby, and took both back to the men’s locker room.

Now alone and completely nude in the public hot tub, I became very aroused. I felt helplessly trapped in the tub, with several people nearby. Thinking of how much Brandon would enjoy my going naked to the locker room, I realized he may not bring my suit back to me. And now I didn’t even have a towel. I was completely at his mercy. It was frightening, but also somehow satisfying, to consider what I would do.

After a few minutes I could see him 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 in 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 wrong. 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.

I started to feel more comfortable and confident as the small talk with my new friend continued. It was great fun to hold a conversation with a stranger - while completely naked. But after a few minutes, I learned that the jets were on a timer. They stopped. The water quickly became still, and my condition became obvious – very obvious. Many times I have found that the movement on the water’s surface can distort what is underneath. But now, from my view, there was practically no distortion. I was just naked in front of this man. There was no more chatter. I started to move around to agitate the water and help mask my nudity, but it felt more like I was now dancing for him. We just quietly stared at each other as I thought of what to say. I noticed the dial for the jets on the wall, 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 the bubbles back on. He said nothing. I just folded my hands in my lap and smiled at him. He quietly looked me over for about a minute or so, as I glanced around to consider if anyone else could see me. It didn’t seem that anyone but my tub mate had a view. After an awkward forever, he got up to leave. I asked again if he would turn on the bubbles. He answered, "No problem," and accommodated me during his uncomfortable exit.

When the bubbles began, I sat up and saw Brandon still on the phone out front. I frantically signaled for him to return. I was afraid I would be reported. As he made his way to me, a young couple (man and woman) had left the pool and joined me. Talking among themselves, they did not engage me. I was trying to see the time left on the dial as Brandon approached in his swimsuit and towel. I asked him to turn the timer all the way up, as he showed me my suit was in the towel. Brandon climbed in next to me, but I knew I could not get dressed under the water without being obvious. As time passed, I grew confident that the man did not report me. Becoming more comfortable as we waited for the couple to leave, I was having a great time. Not only because of my daring, but I liked the feeling of the water on my body without the restrictions of the suit. When I would look Brandon in his eyes, we would both smile and struggle to contain our laughter. I don’t know if the couple could tell that I was naked, but I think they gathered something was up. It was probably another 20 minutes or so until I was able to slip back into my swimsuit and get out of there.

I never followed through with his initial dare, but this hot tub experience became something we repeated at our apartment complex, and a few similar scenarios over the years. It was a new beginning of my becoming more daring as I sought more, and escalating, exhibitionist adventures.



I have no pictures from the gym, but here is one of me at a water park around that time, and in the same swimsuit I wore to the gym.