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I'd like to share a fun story with you, something that happened in Portland. ^^V
One of the reasons I wanted to stay at the same hotel L-chan and I used last year was b/c of the place's lovely hot tub. I was determined to enjoy that hot tub at least once during our stay. Nee-chan and I arrived much too late on Wed to enjoy it, but on Thurs we had plenty of time after running around looking at apartments all day. We checked out the pool and tub on our way to our room and saw they were busy with two families. Nee-chan refused to share the hot tub with anyone, but I was going. I changed into my suit, gave the families another half hour, then marched out there alone. I didn't care who was in that hot tub, I was joining them.
I politely asked if there was room for me, the two people (a thin grandma and her grown son) welcomed me, so in I went. Grandma and her son were talking about family stuff, so I generally tuned them out. We were visited by the two grandkids, who were generally well-behaved. Though the little son liked talking to me. I was polite and answered his questions. (I can tolerate kids when they aren't screaming.)
After about 20 minutes, the families left and I was alone in the pool area. I leaned back, positioned my feet right in front of two jet streams that felt LOVELY, and relaxed in the bubbles. A couple minutes after being left alone, I saw five figures enter the pool area.
They were guys.
Young guys, no older than their very early 20s.
Young guys, no older than their very early 20s, who also happened to be extremely FIT.
One dove into the pool, the others came up to me in my hot tub and asked politely if they could join me.
I said yes. :3
Come to find out my lovely young men were in Portland for some huge national soccer tournament. They were from San Fran, and still in high school. They introduced themselves too, but I can't remember their names. I was too busy trying not to be obvious about staring at all that damp skin. I told them a bit about me, my age (they were a little disappointed! OMG! ), my job (they never heard of Naruto. I didn't think that was possible for teenagers today!) and why I was in Portland.
But mostly they talked among themselves, and I listened and practiced the art of superciliously admiring all that glorious uber-fit jailbait from the corner of my eyes.
The bubbles finally stopped but I didn't want to get out of the hot tub to push the button to start them again for another 15 minutes. You see, my swimsuit is a bikini, and the boyshorts bottoms tend to...ah...ride up. If I stood up to get out and push the button again, I'd be giving those boys a close-up view of my generous backside. As one of their favored topics of discussion were the girls teams they had met--surely comprised of the female version of the beautiful jailbait perfection before me--I didn't want them to compare ME to young, fit high school girls who have no cellulite to speak of.
So I sat on my plump butt and refused to budge. Then I noticed my heart began pounding. I started to feel woozy, and began sweating, and then I remembered that old anime and manga trope where the heroine passes out in the onsen and her boyfriend/bodyguard/kind bishounen stranger has to rescue her and carry her to her room.
Uh-oh. The moment I realized what was happening, I vacated the tub. I didn't care if my butt was half again as large as those guys preferred, no way was I letting myself pass out in front of them. So I slung my linen wrap around my waist, put my towel around my shoulders, grabbed my watch, and with a cheerful goodbye and good luck for their games wishes, walked back to the room.
I made it, though it was close. I was gasping for breath, and staggered over to lean on the air conditioner. I actually saw black spots in front of my eyes, and almost passed out!! I told my mom and nee-chan what happened, and how fear of blacking out finally made me swallow my vanity and reveal my backside to the bishounen.
What I find most amusing about this story--aside from verifying that the whole passing out from overheating in an onsen bit is really true--is that as short as three years ago, I never would have had the nerve to join strangers in a hot tub. And I would have RUN the moment those gorgeous pieces of jailbait entered the pool area.
Slr2Moons, in a hot tub with four guys half her age. Sweeeeeet. XD I've really come a long way!!
But I still don't want anyone staring at my generous butt.
I politely asked if there was room for me, the two people (a thin grandma and her grown son) welcomed me, so in I went. Grandma and her son were talking about family stuff, so I generally tuned them out. We were visited by the two grandkids, who were generally well-behaved. Though the little son liked talking to me. I was polite and answered his questions. (I can tolerate kids when they aren't screaming.)
After about 20 minutes, the families left and I was alone in the pool area. I leaned back, positioned my feet right in front of two jet streams that felt LOVELY, and relaxed in the bubbles. A couple minutes after being left alone, I saw five figures enter the pool area.
They were guys.
Young guys, no older than their very early 20s.
Young guys, no older than their very early 20s, who also happened to be extremely FIT.
One dove into the pool, the others came up to me in my hot tub and asked politely if they could join me.
I said yes. :3
Come to find out my lovely young men were in Portland for some huge national soccer tournament. They were from San Fran, and still in high school. They introduced themselves too, but I can't remember their names. I was too busy trying not to be obvious about staring at all that damp skin. I told them a bit about me, my age (they were a little disappointed! OMG! ), my job (they never heard of Naruto. I didn't think that was possible for teenagers today!) and why I was in Portland.
But mostly they talked among themselves, and I listened and practiced the art of superciliously admiring all that glorious uber-fit jailbait from the corner of my eyes.
The bubbles finally stopped but I didn't want to get out of the hot tub to push the button to start them again for another 15 minutes. You see, my swimsuit is a bikini, and the boyshorts bottoms tend to...ah...ride up. If I stood up to get out and push the button again, I'd be giving those boys a close-up view of my generous backside. As one of their favored topics of discussion were the girls teams they had met--surely comprised of the female version of the beautiful jailbait perfection before me--I didn't want them to compare ME to young, fit high school girls who have no cellulite to speak of.
So I sat on my plump butt and refused to budge. Then I noticed my heart began pounding. I started to feel woozy, and began sweating, and then I remembered that old anime and manga trope where the heroine passes out in the onsen and her boyfriend/bodyguard/kind bishounen stranger has to rescue her and carry her to her room.
Uh-oh. The moment I realized what was happening, I vacated the tub. I didn't care if my butt was half again as large as those guys preferred, no way was I letting myself pass out in front of them. So I slung my linen wrap around my waist, put my towel around my shoulders, grabbed my watch, and with a cheerful goodbye and good luck for their games wishes, walked back to the room.
I made it, though it was close. I was gasping for breath, and staggered over to lean on the air conditioner. I actually saw black spots in front of my eyes, and almost passed out!! I told my mom and nee-chan what happened, and how fear of blacking out finally made me swallow my vanity and reveal my backside to the bishounen.
What I find most amusing about this story--aside from verifying that the whole passing out from overheating in an onsen bit is really true--is that as short as three years ago, I never would have had the nerve to join strangers in a hot tub. And I would have RUN the moment those gorgeous pieces of jailbait entered the pool area.
Slr2Moons, in a hot tub with four guys half her age. Sweeeeeet. XD I've really come a long way!!