Clare was 23. She was around 5 feet 4 inches tall and a little overweight. She worked as a receptionist in a car showroom. She had long, straight, dark hair. She normally wore glasses to read with but could manage without them. She was, all-in-all, unremarkable.

She did not currently have a boyfriend. She had had a steady boyfriend for a few years when she'd first left school. He was the only person she'd had sex with but that relationship had ended a couple of years ago. Since then, nobody had asked her out. She didn’t do online dating and she didn't go to clubs. The salesmen at the car showroom would flirt with her but she wasn't really interested in any of them. She didn't really know where she was going to meet a man to have a new relationship.

But that didn't mean she wasn't interested in men. Nobody would guess from the way she behaved, but she thought about sex a lot. She masturbated almost every day in the privacy of her small flat. She had all sorts of fantasies about having sex with more than one man, about being used as a sexual object. She wanted to be out of control and yet, somehow, still be the one with the power over the men who thought they were in charge.

Clare realised that her life was in a bit of a rut and decided to do something about it, if she could just steel herself to do it.

She'd read about a naturist spa where, in addition to usual saunas and steamrooms, there were 'rest rooms' where people hooked up for sex. It was about fifty miles from her home town. She'd sometimes thought about going there but had never plucked up the courage. It probably wasn't even true.

But what if it was? It was sufficiently far away that she was unlikely to bump into anyone she knew. What had she got to lose? At worst, she'd have a nice, relaxing sauna. After having this internal argument for several months, she found herself driving towards the spa on the morning of her day off one Thursday.

She found a place to park and approached the reception desk. A pleasant young woman greeted her and asked if she had been before. Clare said that she hadn't, and the receptionist asked if Clare knew it was a naturist spa and that she would be expected to be naked. Clare blushed slightly and said that she knew. The receptionist took the fee and buzzed Clare in.

Clare entered a communal changing room. There were no individual cubicles and no separate facilities for men and women. Fortunately, there was no one there apart from the receptionist. She handed Clare a towel and explained she should strip off, place her clothes in one of the lockers, wrap herself in the towel, and then meet the receptionist in the next room for a tour. With that, the receptionist left Clare on her own to change.

Clare was very nervous and was wondering if she had made a mistake in coming here. But, she thought, she'd driven here and paid her admission, let's just see how it goes. She hurriedly stripped off her clothes and wrapped the towel around her before anyone could come in.

She found the receptionist waiting in the next room and was taken on the tour. They started downstairs in the 'wet' facilities. There was a hot tub. There were three or four men in it. They all looked at Clare as she passed. Fortunately, the bubbles on the surface meant that Clare could see only their heads and shoulders.

As they rounded a corner towards one of the steam rooms, Clare was taken aback to find a fully naked man walking towards them carrying his towel by his side. She'd known this was a naturist spa but this still surprised her. Clare judged him to be about fifty. He had a bald head and average body build. Clare glanced at his cock. She didn't have much experience of these things but it looked a similar length and girth to her ex-boyfriend's. The man nodded at them as he passed.

The rest of the downstairs part of the tour passed without incident. The receptionist took Clare upstairs and showed her the cafe, the solarium and roof terrace. And then they came to the famous rest rooms. Here, they stopped outside the door. The receptionist explained that the staff never enter the rest rooms and that they are private for the use of customers to relax in. She showed Clare downstairs again, wished her a pleasant visit and said to contact a member of staff if she had any problems or questions.

Clare was now on her own. During her tour, she had not seen any other women. She'd asked about this and was told that there were normally more men than women on a weekday. Women did come, both on their own and with men, but none so far that day, apart from Clare.

Clare thought she'd start with the steam room. The receptionist had explained that you were expected to be naked in all of the facilities except, perhaps, the sauna where you could either sit on your towel or wrap yourself in it. Everywhere else, the towel would just get wet, so it was best just to hang it on a hook.

She hesitantly took off her towel and got into the steam room as quickly as she could, hoping that it was empty. It wasn't. Although the light was dim, and there was a lot of steam, she could see a man sitting on the tiled bench. She thought it was the same man she had passed earlier, but she couldn't be sure.

As her eyes grew more accustomed to the gloom, she was astonished to see the man's hands were in his groin. The receptionist had told her that sexual activity was strictly banned everywhere apart from the restrooms. Perhaps he wasn't being sexual. She knew that men often kept their hands there because, well, they just did, without even thinking about it.

She tried not to stare. But, as she glanced as subtly as she could, she could see that he was tugging on his penis and that it was growing hard. He caught her looking and, rather than stop, he carried on while looking straight at her. Clare knew that she should leave and should report the man to reception. This was sexual harassment. But she was transfixed. She had never seen a man masturbate before. Her ex had never done it in her presence, although she had asked him to. Of course, she'd masturbated him in the early days before they'd had full sex but, after that, he'd just liked to fuck, then fall asleep. She didn't think she'd ever had an orgasm with him.

And so she was now watching this man, while pretending not to, as he jerked his now fully erect penis up and down. The door opened, and two more men came in and sat down. The first man immediately stopped masturbating and twisted his body to hide his erection from the two newcomers.

They all sat silently together, without incident, for a few minutes, enjoying the steam. Although Clare could not stop thinking about what she had seen. Eventually, the first man got up and left, and Clare could see that his penis had returned to its flaccid state.

After that, Clare spent an hour trying the saunas and the other steam room. She got more used to encountering naked men, all of whom behaved properly. When she entered the hot tub, she found that it very quickly filled with men so that it was impossible to sit without rubbing her thighs against her neighbour and Clare was surprised to find that she found this quite exciting.

But there was this nagging voice in her head saying that she should visit the rest rooms, just to see what they were like. So, after showering to get the hot tub water off, she wrapped her towel around her and climbed the stairs.

She opened the door to the restrooms and slipped in, hoping that no one had seen her. She found there were several rooms. They varied in size, and most had lockable doors. One room had mirrors all over the walls and ceiling. All were furnished with padded benches that could hold various numbers of people.

The biggest room had no door, and the top part of the wall with the corridor was made of clear plastic, meaning that everyone could see what was happening here.

Clare was feeling in need of a rest after the heat of downstairs and decided that this big room was probably the safest for a newcomer. It was currently empty, so she laid out her towel and lay down on her back.

Almost immediately, her bald companion from downstairs appeared and lay down a foot or so away from her. Clare's heart beat heavily in her chest. The man turned onto his side to face her. She could feel his eyes taking in her large breasts, her ample stomach and her trimmed, dark bush. She felt naked, terrified, and yet excited.

He moved a little closer. Her heart leaped. He spoke.

"Can I touch?"

She wasn't sure if she'd heard him right or what he meant. Was he asking if he could touch himself again? Or did he want to touch her? She really didn't know what to do, so just murmured, "Mmm."

He evidently took this as permission, as she felt his hand gently stroking her upper arm. When she made no objection, it moved to her shoulder and, ever so gently, on to the top part of the breast nearest him.

Clare was in turmoil. She was naked with a naked stranger, and he was touching her. Was this what she had wanted when she came here? Where would it end? Could, should she say no and leave? Did she want to say no?

While all these thoughts were going through her head, the man's hand had moved lower and his fingers were gently teasing her nipple. Against all her inhibitions and reservations, Clare liked this. She decided to just lie there. She could stop things if they went too far.

The man moved closer and was now using two hands, one on each nipple. This felt fantastic. She was then aware that one hand had left her breast and was inching down across her stomach. This was where she should call a halt. But she didn't. The man leant over her and took a nipple into his mouth and licked and sucked on it. Meanwhile, his hand was now playing with Clare's pubic hair. She could feel herself getting wet and was breathing heavily. As the man's fingers slipped gently across the lips of her vulva, she barely noticed another man lie down on her other side. He leant forward and, without asking, began to suck on her other nipple. She was committed now and practically panting. The first man's finger parted her folds and, using her own wetness, stroked her clitoris.

As two men sucked her nipples and one teased her bud, Clare was past the point of no return. Without thinking about it, she reached out and took a stiff penis in each hand. She heard the men start breathing heavily. The first man adjusted his fingers so that his thumb brushed her clit. He then pushed two fingers inside her, curling round to rub her G-spot. Clare gasped and came hard, shouting out. She was still jerking the two hard dicks.

"Do you want to fuck?" asked the first man.

No, she didn't want to fuck a stranger with another stranger next to her. Absolutely not.

"Have you got a condom?" she heard herself saying.

He did have a condom, and he rolled it on. For the first time since watching him in the steamroom, Clare got a proper look at his hard dick. It was bigger than her ex-boyfriend's, longer and thicker. She looked at the other man. He was now stroking himself. He was older and fatter and certainly not her type. But somehow his presence here, at this most intimate moment, added to her excitement.

The first man manouevered her onto her knees and knelt behind her. She felt his hard penis move up and down her lips before pushing in deep, deeper than anyone had done before. And then it was moving out, almost to the tip, and then thrusting in again. And out. And in. Over and over again in a steady, unhurried rhythm.

The second man had moved so that his hard shaft was now inches from Clare's face. He was stroking it. It was much smaller than the other man's. It was obvious what he wanted. But did Clare want to take this flabby stranger's cock in her mouth? She'd tried oral sex with her ex and hadn't much enjoyed it. And she really didn't fancy this man at all. And yet. And yet.

As the first man began to speed up his thrusts, she took this cock between her lips and sucked him into her mouth. She heard him groan. She could feel his pubic hair against her nose. She was glad he was not long enough to make her gag.

The first man was breathing heavily and moving faster. He gave a deep thrust and held himself inside her. He groaned. She could feel him throbbing as he filled the condom. It sent her over the edge, and she came for a second time that afternoon. A salty taste filled her mouth as the second man shot his sperm.

After that, it was all a bit abrupt and embarrassing. The men muttered their thanks and left. Clare was left alone wondering what had possessed her. She wasn't that sort of girl. Although, now, she very obviously was.

She left it a while before she went back downstairs, hoping that the two men would have gone. They had. She had a shower and went home, wondering if she'd ever do something like that again.