The leisure center was more impressive than we anticipated. From the outside marble blocks padded the structure, huge sheets of glasses betrayed the interior and…they have the smallest parking lots I’ve ever seen. Hmm…Anyway, me and Cynthia were blew away by the gorgeous building. ( Ah...we really need to get out of the house more often..)
Cyn was behind the wheel and we kinda overshot the place but couldn’t turn back. So we drove ahead for quite a distance until we made a U-turn once the opportunity arise.
Funny. Somehow we can't find the traffic lights. I mean, there are traffic lights in front of us but where are the lights?
Why are the traffic lights facing its back at us ?
Then realisation dawned upon us and we screamed. It was a ONE WAY street!!!
We were still screaming our heads off when Cynthia managed to make an emergency turning and placed us once again on safe ground.
Then we laughed and laughed until we overshot the leisure center for the second time…
Anyway, we managed to arrive at our destination….
The changing room. We saw more nudity there than we did on the TV. Women just casually move around without a thread on them. Can't say we were aroused because real bodies are as real as they get. No surgical tuck-ups or nips to comfort the pictures, sadly. Not intending to discriminate the aesthetically challenged but you’ve got to see those bodies to believe. They’re just…urm…’awesome’…
The steam room. There are at least 9 men and only 2 girls. Us included.
It was so hot and steamy. I could see no shit. Cynthia was unusually quiet. She was covering her face with her hands. And I kept on pulling my hair. The room bored me. The people put me to sleep. The steam did not excite me. Worse place to get naughty. Won't even perform a quickie there for a million icing doughnuts.
Barely 20 minutes later, we couldn't get out of there fast enough. I felt like somebody really really fat has just stepped squarely on me. Cynthia nearly blacked out. She had to lie down for about 10 minutes before she could sit up and bitch with me.
The experience didn't exactly live up to our definition of FUN.
We were so sad. We were so excited. We nearly risked our lives ( the one way street ) getting here.
And boy, were we hungry!
Since we were too 'weak' to eat, Cyn shouted me a shake and herself some juices.
Only then, we got a bit stronger and started to bitch bitch bitch again.
And oh yes, our hair are now softer. Hehe.
Zia, it's good to have you back, I've missed you so. I'll refrain from asking, ‘where the heck have you been, woman’?
by kd at September 28, 2001 11:40 AM
Public showers and changing areas are strange on the male side. Some guys cover themselves as much as possible while others just strut around, with things flapping, as if they want every one else in the room to get a good look at their nekked ass. I don't know. It just seems difficult for me to strike up a conversation with someone who is buck naked.
by MrBlank at September 29, 2001 10:36 PM
I'll refrain from answering that its my less than stellar grades that has been shying me away from posting here. I was ashamed. Until I gotten over it and start making a comeback. Hehe. Adore ya.
Haha, Mr.Blank, I think its a wee bit more distracting for us girls to keep our attention at eye level because boobies come in all sorts of amazing shapes. We can't help but stare in awe. Until the next 'interesting' shape came along to switch our attention to. Hehe. And I haven't started on those 'bushes' yet. Ahem.
by Zia at September 29, 2001 11:20 PM