At some point when I wasn't paying attention, my motivation had seized its chance and run away.It was the saddest sight in the world, that tiny pile o... mine. All that effort, and I had maybe a few hours worth of firewood. It was an illustration of my life. Oh my intentions are always the best, but all my plans just turn to shit! Gloomy thoughts, what wonderful companions they make. I shook it off, because the situation was so archetypical and amusing. It was laughable, and then there was. On the upper levels, there is a sun terrace and some private rooms. The Spa is open all week, but Saturday and Sunday are for Couples and Single women only, so that is when we go.Nudity is a requirement of the club, so the entrance leads into changing rooms where you undress and are given a towel. From here we normally head to one of the Hot Tubs for a soak which is a good opportunity to chat with others and to relax a bit. This is not one of those stereotypical places where everyone is young,. . totally fucked up." "Excuse me, but you are using the bathroom aren't you?"....she flushed ... "I was." .. I was still reeling from the fact that she was sitting there and then she stood up pulling her flowered granny panties up over surprisingly voluptuous thighs. She smiled and said her name was Diana. She was wearing what looked to be a catholic school girl's uniform, knee high socks and all .. ... She looked like a white girl, but her voice branded her something else entirely .. kinda. After a while, I didn’t know whether it was intentional or not. I really put my hand down.I looked around nervously, and the people next to me slept on the table. So bold, and put his hand down, pretending to relax and stretch his body, his hand extended and touched her hand. She did not back down. So I held her hand. When I took it, I felt her hand was hot, as if she was sweating. Very soft, just touching it, my heart is like a touch of electricity. She seems to be a little excited. I feel a.