Lisa woke to the soft rhythmic creaking from the bedroom down the hall. She had to hand it to her friends; they had a very active sex life. And they became progressively louder each night. Over the next few minutes, Lisa listened as the duration between creaks became shorter.
It wasn't hard to overhear. The small, one-bedroom cabin wasn't more than 500 square feet. Jim and Katie were in the bedroom down the very short hall and Lisa was camped out and sleeping on the couch. The pocket door, separating the hall from the bedroom, was broken.
Lisa's own husband, Steve, would have loved this, but he was stuck on a last second work trip while the three friends spent the week hiking in Colorado Springs. Her mind wandered to what Steve would be doing if he were here and slowly raised a hand to cup one of her small breasts under her night shirt. The other hand dropped down and met with wetness.
A muffled moan escaped from the other room. The creaking noise became louder and almost desperate sounding. Lisa smiled and felt her own hand move in sympathetic rhythm as she visualized what was obviously Jim riding a quietly moaning Katie.
The two of them were going at it like teenagers whose parents were out of town, which seemed strange to Lisa. Katie had made comments not a year earlier that the couple's sex life was tame compared to their first few wild years. Another muffled grunt escaped the bedroom. Did it turn them on that she was just down the hall?
Lisa hadn't masturbated along to her friends' sexcapades the first night. But one entirely too long and sexually frustrated night and a day later, she reconsidered that position. The orgasm on night two had been spectacular. She had been looking forward to tonight's sounds. One hand pinched a nipple as the other's motion intensified.
Did Katie have her night shirt pulled off? Or was it just pulled up past the blonde's very ample chest? Katie's breasts were the envy of men and women. Lisa let both images play in her mind as another muffled squeak came from a human mouth. Lisa decided Katie's shirt was off and she was playing with her tits with one hand and rubbing her pussy with the other.
Just like she was doing. The difference being that no cock was in Lisa's pussy. Where was Steve when she needed him? This certainly would have gotten him off -- at least twice.
In her mind, she envisioned Jim pounding her friend's pussy for all he was worth. The vision certainly matched the sounds emanating from the bedroom. Her friends had seemingly abandoned any attempt at audible modesty.
"Fuck... uhh... harder... Fuck it harder," Lisa heard Katie sputter quietly. This was followed a few moments later by, "Take my pussy. That's it. Now on my tits. All over."
The creaking on the bed abruptly stopped as someone moved on the bed and the sound of a grunt escaped. Katie's hoarse whisper came again, "That's it. Cum all over them."
Lisa's own hand was desperately working her pussy as she unconsciously let out a low moan when her own orgasm hit. A portrait of Katie playing with her large, sperm-covered breasts was fixed firmly in her mind. Rubbing Jim's cum around her nipples. God, Katie was such a slut in bed. The orgasm that followed the vision was desperate and long.
As it ended, Lisa's hand reluctantly slowed its motion until she was merely teasing the edges of her soaked clit, her breath coming in quiet gasps.
After twenty minutes or so Lisa drowsily closed her eyes. The only rhythmic sound emanating from the bedroom was a quiet snoring from Jim.
She woke the next morning a half hour before dawn and found herself rubbing her pussy some more.
***
"Okay, so we've hiked three days in a row. What else can we do around here?" asked Katie while reaching for her coffee on the couch's end table.
Jim was sitting on the comfortable corner chair looking at something on his phone and squinting.
Colorado Springs had proven to be a lot of fun for the trio; good hiking, late lunches, beer and then something tasty on the grill for dinner. But Lisa had to admit her legs were starting to get a bit sore and she could use a day off. Hiking a dozen miles a day with thousands of feet of elevation at 33 was not the same as 20.
"We need a spa day," Jim announced. "Or even better, a trip to a hot springs pool. How about this place. Columbia Springs. It's in the middle of nowhere and looks more than a little run down. But it's cheap and it has good reviews. Nothing fancy."
They all checked the site on their phones over the next few minutes until they all saw the clothing policy:
"Every day except Tuesday clothing and swimsuits are optional, which means if you feel like experiencing nature in the buff, you are welcome to do so. Ready to sunbathe au-naturel? No tan lines! And lounging, relaxing or soaking in the nude is perfectly acceptable."
It was not Tuesday.
"What the hell," Lisa said. "We need a break and if we don't like the place we bail and hit Florence for lunch and beers."
"I am pretty certain the people you see at these places are not the ones you really want to see naked," opinioned Jim. No one disagreed.
"We are going to see things we can't unsee," Katie announced. "Oh god."
***
Columbia Springs did not disappoint. It was more run down than the pictures, but the staff was friendly and the three dozen characters lounging in the pleasant hot springs pool were entertaining and fun. And everyone except the three of them were naked.
Both Jim and Katies' predictions were correct.
The age of the men and women in the spring rested firmly in the 50s and very little else about them was firm. But everyone was friendly and the conversations entertaining. Almost everyone was drinking. The trio had not realized it was BYOB, but they managed to buy some beer from new friends.
Katie and Lisa were by far the most attractive women in the pool and Jim was also very popular. Both women wore modest bikinis, but many heads with mirrored sunglasses were peering their way.
The two women were a bit of a contrast, despite both being very athletic. Katie was tall, board shouldered and solidly built. Besides her pleasant looks and medium length brown hair, she had a constant smirk that regularly turned to a full-blown laugh -- often at her own jokes. Her brown eyes sparkled when she laughed. But most people first noted her chest and people's eyes spent more time there than was proper. The mirrored sunglass crowd certainly weren't looking away. Katie seemed to enjoy it and worked her way through several positions in the pool accentuating her curves.
Lisa was a waif. Slim, petite and pale, her short red hair stood out in contrast to her skin. Her chest did not have the center of gravity of her best friend and in fact she often got away without wearing a bra. But she had a very pretty face and blue eyes with a pert backside. Her runner's build had advantages, and she had her share of admirers in the pool.
And she noted that Jim seemed to be one of them.
After a few hours of pool lounging, they packed up and headed to the cabin, waving goodbye to naked crowd. The group certainly looked disappointed with their departure. The whole afternoon had been fun and kind of low risk risqué.
To be on display like that was something. She realized she had been showing off her body to the group and so had Katie. If Lisa was turned on, she could only imagine the sounds that would be coming from the bedroom that evening.
***
Nothing.
Lisa was actually disappointed. Jim attempted to fix the pocket door before the couple turned in for the night. Lisa suspected they knew their stealthy sex was not particularly quiet and were trying to amend the situation. She wasn't sure how she felt about that. The door was now mostly closed.
Shockingly, by three a.m. there had not been a peep from the bedroom. Even with the door now mostly closed, Lisa was certain she would have heard something if there was anything to hear. Did they have too much to drink before turning in?
Lisa rose and silently padded past the bedroom to the bathroom.
The light emanating from the slightly ajar door on her return made her stop before she reached the bedroom. She listened and heard the slight creaking of movement on the bed repeating slowly and steadily. She heard Katie's voice, but at first couldn't make out what she was saying. Jim grunted something in return.
"We shouldn't have the light on," she heard Katie whisper.
"I don't care," her husband uttered. "I want to see you while I'm fucking you. I'm too worked up. And you need to take this cock."
