Even with the bitter cold, the rising steam provides welcoming warmth. Despite your desire to leave, you follow me to the springs. We reach a point wh...re the walkway is next to the waters."C'mon, let's take a dip!" I throw my hat and coat onto a nearby bench. I am quickly getting the rest of my clothes off."Michael...you're going in there? Isn't it too cold? You'll freeze when you come out." Everything will be all right. The water is over one hundred degrees. Come on!"I get the last of my. Laura didn't comment, just nodded and moved towards the kitchen to place the couple's order. I watched her leave, enjoying the view of her well-shaped figure in the tight-fitting outfits the owner required the staff to wear. I was moderately friendly with all of the long-timers here, but Laura was my favorite, and the only one I'd ever fantasized about. I'd never asked her out, and not just because I didn't want to risk the friendship.The bar had a strict no-fraternization policy, one I'd seen. I wrapped my hands around her and brought them up to the bottom of her small, perky breasts. She let out a loud, long squeal. ?Quiet down,? I whispered, ?I can do much worse.?I ran my hands down her stomach, stopping for a moment to enjoy her toned abs, then suddenly moved downward, and jabbed a finger in her pussy. She squealed again, though not entirely of pain this time. After a few ‘thrusts,’ I started massaging her clit. She quickly grew wet, whether she was enjoying herself or not,. We looked similar in many ways apart from me having brown hair and slightly smaller breasts. Selma saw me lying on the bed and came to lay next to me. "You know what," she begun. "I don't even miss him. I can't stand the thought of him. But damn I miss him in bed." "Oh come on Selma, you've only been single for five minutes. Don't try and play the sexually frustrated card with me," I replied, reflecting on the years I'd been single. "Well once you've got it, it's hard to let it go." Selma.