Prelude a Thermales Apr?s Ski

Grinning and weary after skiing one night,
My girlfriend Grace and I grabbed some beer,
Stripped off our clothes, and wrapped towels so tight
You could make out our boobs and butts, quite clear.

Between the buildings, we ran fast as we could
To an old wooden shack, stained and dark.
Over ice and snow, we froze up real good,
Nipples standing tall in the quiet car park.

Our breath came in shivers as we opened the door
And closed it quick, lest we freeze to the spot.
Another door opened, steam covered the floor,
We couldn't see a thing in this London fog plot.

"Come on in, there's room for two more!"
A shadowed shape smiled, showing his teeth.
I looked at my friend and she looked at the four
Handsome young men, each baring their sheath.

Naked and rippling, all covered in sweat,
They sat in the hot tub, bubbling with steam.
Grace glanced at me as we stood tête-a-tête
And smiled so wicked as if in a dream.

She gave me the six-pack, ripped off her towel
And jumped in the tub with a drenching splash.
She rose from the depths to some knees with a growl,
"I hope you don't mind just letting us crash?"

A chorus of deep voices assured her we're fine,
Eight eyes turned to me in my minimal attire.
I felt quite welcome as if invited to dine
And as I squatted to sit, Grace turned up the fire.

She parted some knees; I didn't catch his name
And quick as a kiss, she grabbed him stiff.
We all watched her blow at the wondrous flame,
Propelling us off this slippery steep cliff.

A voice was cleared. I looked up from Grace,
And I stared, open-mouthed, at three hardening cocks.
It began real slow, the smile parting my face
As I sat in a puddle on my little, tight box.