Page 28 of Sinful Promises

Jonas propped his leg up onto the seat, and as I got close and personal with his jewels, it was impossible not to get a good look at everything Jonas had. His cock was enormous when he wasn’t excited. Now, though, it was world-record-worthy.

I rubbed mud over his muscular thighs and bending forward, I glided my muddy hands down his calf.

Next second, his hand curled over my ass. When it went between my crack, I gasped and jumped forward so fast my head hit the wall. “Owww. Bloody hell.”

“Oh, shit. Are you okay?” His hands were on my shoulders.

“Yeah. Yeah.” I rubbed the side of my head, squishing mud into my curls.

Oh, God. I am a fucking idiot. A blaze of embarrassment crawled up my neck.

My pulse pumped so fast; the room spun.

I was on the verge of crumbling into a muddy puddle when Rebecca turned to me. “What happened?” Her entire face was covered in mud.

A giggle burst from my throat.

It was exactly the distraction I needed.

She grinned, her white teeth flashing through the black mud. “What?”

Casting aside my rampant thoughts, and Jonas’s hand in my crack, and the fact that I was in a daisy chain, I let my giggles take over. “You look so funny.”

“I know.” She wiggled her body making all her glorious flesh wobble.

I stepped toward her. “Can you do my face please?”

While Rebecca carefully applied the mud to my cheeks, nose, and chin, Jonas finished covering his other leg.

Once we were all covered, we sat on the warm concrete seats. Jonas reached up and twisted a dial near the door that I hadn’t noticed, and a gentle pine-scented mist drifted into the room adding to my already surreal experience.

Once again, our conversation flowed, and it made me realize that I truly had blown the whole thing out of proportion. Our Schlammbad moment was purely platonic. Just a couple of friends enjoying a naked mud bath together.

Damn it. Why hadn’t I reached that conclusion earlier? It would’ve made me much more relaxed.

I am so stupid sometimes. Maybe I was a prude like Jonas had said.

While the two of them discussed a work colleague who’d apparently had a total meltdown today, I dwelled on my body-image issues. I’d already worked out that Mother had started my body insecurity, convincing me that my bust made me freaky. And then William had exasperated that with his obvious distaste of my body. But being here with all these confident people, and especially Rebecca, had shown me that humans come in all shapes.

My big boobs and tiny hips made me unique, not a freak. It was exhilarating to admit that.

From now on, my body shape would not be a focal point in my life. I had much more important things to worry about. Like where I’d be living in three months’ time.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Soon the mud on our faces and bodies hardened and we couldn’t speak without our faces cracking. Giggling only made it worse.

Together we hosed off the mud, taking turns washing each other’s backs. After stepping from the mudroom, we went into individual showers. I used the supplied coconut-scented shampoo and conditioner to wash my hair, and the alpine-scented soap to make sure I’d removed all the mud from my crack.

By the time I stepped out of the bathroom, I felt like a new woman. I was clean, refreshed, and relaxed, and after spending a few hours with Rebecca—a young woman who broke every mold those rotten magazines bestowed upon women—I could honestly say I was much more confident in myself. Rebecca would forever be in my memory as the most self-assured, inspiring woman I’d ever met.

Jonas too would forever be remembered as the man who’d chosen me to spend an evening with him at the nudist spa.

I was the luckiest woman in the world.

This would be a good benchmark for me. I’d just done something that took me way out of my comfort zone and I’d loved it. I’d instigated it on my own too. Making friends with complete strangers was something I rarely did, and I’d had an amazing time that I could admit was totally titillating, but it hadn’t involved sex.

I didn’t need sex to have fun. Or a man. Or even friends. I could find my own company and make new friends whenever and wherever I wanted. A couple of complete strangers, who I’d met in a strange place, had made me feel . . . interesting.

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