What I Imagined in the Gym Jacuzzi

My name is Marina, I’m thirty-one years old, and I’ve lived in Valencia since I finished university. I have cinnamon-colored skin, with brown, wavy hair that I almost never bother straightening. I work out almost every day: running at dawn, cycling on weekends, and, above all, swimming. I’m petite, just over five foot seven, and I have the body of someone who never stops moving. Small, firm breasts, with large nipples that show through any T-shirt, no matter how thin it is.

What I’m about to tell happened quite a few years ago, when I was still studying and training at the university sports center. I still blush when I remember it, though more for what I ended up imagining than for what actually happened.

That morning had been rough. Eleven kilometers on the treadmill in a sticky heat that seeped in through the gym windows. When I finished, I was drenched and could think of nothing but water. I went down to the nearly empty locker rooms at that hour and started undressing slowly.

Sneakers off. T-shirt off. The leggings, clinging to my skin, took a little more effort. I took off my sports top and let my breasts out, and finally the thong, so soaked with sweat that I had to peel it away. I got under the shower with the water ice-cold, looking for that shock that wakes you right up. My skin prickled instantly and I felt my nipples hardening under the stream.

I got out, dried off just a little, and put on my navy-blue swimsuit and a burgundy robe I always kept in my gym bag. I checked my phone for a moment: eleven solid kilometers on a morning like that was pretty damn good. I left it in the locker with my clothes and headed toward the pool area, barefoot, leaving damp footprints on the tiles.

The relaxation pool was empty. I swam for a while, gently, without hurry, just to feel the warm water unknotting my tired muscles. Slow strokes, calm breathing, thoughts dissolving little by little. When I felt my body lighter, I got out, dried my shoulders a bit, and went into the sauna.

I’d been on the hot wooden bench for barely two minutes when the door opened. Two guys came in, no older than thirty. And at first glance, they looked very good. The kind you can tell spend hours lifting weights. Tight swim briefs, sculpted bodies, broad shoulders. One was dark-haired and the other had light brown hair, both with short cuts. They smiled politely at me and sat down on the bench to my left.

The air was scorching and the silence turned thick. I held out against the heat until my head started to spin, got up, went back through the cold shower, and crossed to the jacuzzi, right across from the sauna. I sank into the bubbling water with a sigh and let the jets pound my back.

From there I had a clear view of the sauna, with its fogged-up glass. The two guys were still inside. And I, without meaning to, started watching them. The dark-haired one had a chest covered in dark hair; the other was smooth, shaved, with his ab muscles defined even through the haze. I kept staring longer than I should have. I wouldn’t mind at all sleeping with one of them, I thought. Or both. At the same time.

And my imagination took off on its own.

***

I imagined myself back in the sauna, on that burning wooden bench. They came in behind me and, this time, sat one on each side. I could feel their gazes roaming over my body in the dim light. Suddenly, the dark-haired one put a hand on my knee. I looked at him and, since I didn’t say anything or pull away, he understood and started sliding it slowly up my thigh, never taking his eyes off mine. He had these incredible hazel eyes, light, shining in the heat.

I didn’t know where to look. I felt exposed, trapped in my own indecision. And just when I was about to say something to him, he kissed me. He kissed me without asking permission, parting my lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth while I was still trying to figure out what was happening. One hand caressed my neck softly and the other, the one that had climbed up my thigh, found its way to my breast.

Then another hand appeared on my other thigh. The second guy. It moved slowly, purposefully, until it brushed my crotch over my swimsuit. I pulled away from the dark-haired one as best I could, turned my head toward the light-brown-haired guy, and he took the chance to kiss me too. I had one of them stroking my breasts and the other with his mouth glued to mine and two fingers playing between my legs.

***

As I imagined all that, almost without realizing it, my own hand had started stroking my sex over my swimsuit, hidden under the jacuzzi’s hot water. I felt my clit swollen beneath my fingertips and my nipples so hard that even the slightest brush of fabric sent a shiver through me. It was an intensely filthy situation, and that turned me on even more.

I glanced around. No one. The pool area was still empty at that dead hour in the morning. Only the two guys in the sauna were there, and they were obviously minding their own business, oblivious to me behind the fogged glass.

So I kept going. Kept imagining.

***

The dark-haired one slid the straps of my swimsuit down and bared my breasts in the middle of the heat. He bent his head and licked one nipple slowly, tracing circles with his tongue, while his hand squeezed the other. The shaved guy, meanwhile, pulled the fabric of my swimsuit aside and slid two fingers into me. I was so wet they went in without any effort.

In the jacuzzi I was doing exactly what I was imagining. I had slid two fingers inside myself and was moving them slowly, very slowly, enjoying the way they went in and out with ease. With my other hand I was circling my clit in small motions. A low moan escaped me, blending into the bubbling water.

I kept inventing. The shaved guy finished undressing me, knelt between my legs, and started licking me. He moved his tongue at the perfect rhythm, lightly flicking my clit while he kept fingering me. The dark-haired one took off his swim briefs and stood in front of me.

Without thinking twice, in my head, I grabbed him and took him into my mouth, wrapped my lips around him and swallowed him as far as I could. I held his hips and set the rhythm myself. I want both of them, I thought, both right now. I pulled the hair of the one kneeling down so he’d sit up too. I pulled down his briefs while looking him in the eye and went from one to the other, alternating, first one and then the other, while I jerked them off with my hands. In the end I managed to have both of them at once, together, and I looked up at them from below with a brazen smile.

***

The orgasm started building inside me like a wave that couldn’t be stopped. I felt it rising from my belly, tightening my thighs, quickening my breathing. I didn’t try to hide it. I leaned my head back against the edge of the jacuzzi, closed my eyes, spread my legs wide under the water, and let go.

As pleasure shook my whole body, I imagined the two guys coming over my breasts, spilling over me at the same time. The convulsions ran through me in waves, one after another, and I had to bite my lip so I wouldn’t cry out. When they began to subside, still with my hand between my legs, I squeezed my thighs together hard to stretch out that last tremor a little longer.

I stayed like that for a moment, breathing deeply, my heart racing, the hot water rocking my still-shuddering body. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d come that hard, and all without anyone even touching a finger to me.

Little by little, I came back to myself. I adjusted my swimsuit properly, settled the straps over my shoulders, and opened my eyes.

And I opened them just in time.

***

The two guys were coming out of the sauna at that very moment. The dark-haired one pushed the glass door open and the light-brown-haired one followed him. And then, right in front of me, they took each other’s hands. The dark-haired one turned, said something in the other’s ear, and they gave each other a soft kiss on the lips before heading off toward the showers, tangled together, laughing at something only they knew.

I stared at them with my mouth slightly open and a silent laugh rising inside me. All my fantasy, all that parade of hands and mouths and desire I’d put together in my head, and they hadn’t even seen me the way I saw them. They were minding their own business. Literally.

I got out of the jacuzzi with my legs still a little weak, wrapped myself in the burgundy robe, and headed back toward the locker rooms without being able to wipe the smile off my face. Sometimes the best sex isn’t the sex that happens, but the sex you invent. And that morning, in that empty gym, I’d given myself mine.

Even today, every time I go into a sauna and smell the hot wood, I remember those two strangers who never knew what they set off. I hope they enjoyed their morning as much as I enjoyed mine. Each with their own fantasy.