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My boyfriend had recently walked out on me after
a two-year
relationship. It had happened suddenly and the separation had left me a
bit depressed. On one of those bleak and dreary Sundays I was feeling
alone in the world and not at my best, when I decided I would go down
to the local bathhouse and have a sauna and a soak. There I could
possibly watch some of the guys making out and who knows, I might even
get lucky, I thought.
I'd paid my admittance and gone to the locker room and undressed. Having
wrapped the white fluffy towel that had been given to me around my
naked body, I headed to the sauna where I would have a sweat before
cooling off in the very large spa that took a horde of blokes.
The room was very steamy when I entered, so I took a spot on the bench
just near the door until I could get my bearings and work out who else
might be there. As the air cleared a little, I could see another guy
sitting at the other end completely in the raw. From the image I had of
him, I thought his face was familiar but it didn't come to me who he
might be.
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