Chapter 172: MILFs At Hot Springs

“Oh, I’m sorry, Alex, I couldn’t be here for you,” she said, resting a hand on her belly as she spoke. “It’s my seventh month, and the doctor has asked me to get plenty of rest. My husband usually handles everything, but he’s out of town today, and I was just too tired.”

“Oh, he hasn’t come back yet?” I asked, keeping my tone light but concerned.

“Yeah… the thing he went for will take another day, so he decided to stay the night there,” she said, looking down at her hands, a little sad. She clearly missed him, her fingers resting protectively on her belly.

“Oh, don’t worry, Shyla,” I said, leaning in a little closer with a warm smile. “Why don’t you come with us to the hot springs? It’ll be relaxing, good for you and the baby. We’re all going tonight.”

Her eyes lit up for a second, then she hesitated, glancing at her belly. “I don’t know, Alex… I’m supposed to rest, and the floors would be slippery there.”

“Oh yeah, that’s not safe,” I said, keeping my tone light but firm.

We both kept looking into each other’s eyes, Shyla blushing a little, her cheeks turning a soft pink under the lobby lights. The air between us felt thick and charged, her pregnant glow and the way her sundress hugged her massive boobs and round belly making it hard to look anywhere else. Then suddenly someone called from the stairs.

“Ma’am, would you like to have dinner now?” It was Maya, walking down slowly with her thick, motherly body. She moved with that same heavy, sensual sway, salwar pants clinging to her wide hips and full ass, her tunic stretched tight over her full breasts, hair slightly messy as if she hadn’t fully recovered yet.

When she reached the bottom step and saw me, her eyes flicked straight to mine, and she blushed hard, cheeks turning deep red as the memory of what we’d done flashed between us.

“Hey, Maya,” Shyla said warmly. “I’ll have dinner myself. You should clock out now; there won’t be any guests coming in anymore.”

“Okay, ma’am,” Maya replied, but her gaze stayed on me. “Sir… would you like me to prepare some dish for you?” she asked, her voice soft and polite on the surface, but the hospitality carried a clear undertone. She glanced down at my bulge for a split second, quick and hungry, before looking back up.

“No, I’ll have dinner later,” I said, holding her gaze. “We’re going to the hot springs.”

Maya’s eyes flickered with disappointment and lust. “You could call for house service at any time during the night, sir. I’ll be there for you,” she said, the words sounding like a pure invitation rather than standard service, like she wanted me to call her at night, come to my room, and take my dick in her ass again.

“It’s alright, Maya,” Shyla said gently.

“Yeah, Maya… I’ll call if something pops up,” I said, looking deep into her eyes, seeing how lustful she still was, how her body remembered every thrust, every spurt of cum I’d left inside her.

“Good night, sir,” Maya said softly, then turned and walked away, her fat, juicy ass swaying in those tight salwar pants, cheeks jiggling with each step as she disappeared.

Shyla watched her go, then turned back to me with a small smile. “She’s a hard worker. Always offering extra help.”

I nodded, hiding my grin. “Yeah… she really is.”

Soon, Lily and the others came down from their rooms, looking refreshed and ready, bikinis swapped for casual cover-ups and light dresses. I was still in the lobby, leaning against the counter and chatting with Shyla when they appeared.

“Hey, Alex, why aren’t you freshened up?” Lily asked, tilting her head with a playful smile.

“Oh, hey, I was just going,” I said, giving Shyla a quick smile before turning. “Just a minute.”

I headed upstairs to my room. When I opened the door, it was spotless. Maya and Asha had cleaned everything after I left. The bedsheets were fresh and crisp, no cum stains anywhere, and the air smelled faintly of lemon cleaner instead of sex. They’d done a thorough job, like good little maids covering up our mess.

My clothes were fine. Hawaiian shirt and casual shorts still worked perfectly for the evening, so I didn’t bother changing. I just splashed some cold water on my face in the bathroom, dried it with a towel, ran a hand through my hair, and checked myself in the mirror. Sexy.

I glanced at my phone on the table. It was flooded with notifications, some from Michael, Judy, even Sofia, and there was a missed call from Olivia too. I didn’t have time to reply to everyone right now, so I just left it there unread and headed back downstairs to join the group in the lobby.

When I got down, everyone was gathered near the entrance. Lily was organizing the buggies, Tiffany and Brittany were laughing about something, and Autumn and Gloria were checking their phones. Shyla waved from behind the counter, still glowing, her sundress hugging her pregnant curves.

“Hey, we’re all here, let’s go,” El said, smiling as she walked up, with Minh and Lan trailing behind her.

“Wait, you’re coming with us?” I asked, shocked to see El, surprised to see Minh and Lan had also joined the group.

“Yeah, Alex,” Lily said casually. “El asked me to let her come along.”

What the hell? Minh and El were bad news. Nobody knew what they might do. Both of them were horny for each other, always sneaking around. But what could I do? The group had already decided, and, plus, Lan was coming with us, so I didn’t mind that much.

We all got into the buggies Shyla had arranged. The ride took a few minutes, the open-air vehicles bumping along the sandy path, wind in our hair, the group chatting and laughing the whole way. Soon, we reached the hot springs.

It was a beautiful Japanese-style setup, with wooden buildings, stone paths, steam rising gently from the outdoor pools, and lanterns glowing softly in the evening light. The place looked relaxing and luxurious, the air already thick with the warm mineral scent.

We all got inside and headed to the changing rooms, separate sections for women and men. Tiffany, Lily, Brittany, Autumn, Gloria, and Lan walked toward the women’s side first, giggling and talking about towels and steam.

I had to walk past the entrance to their changing room to get to the men’s, and just for a second, I caught a glimpse through the half-open door, thick women in nothing but small towels wrapped around their massive boobs and wide hips. The towels were tiny, barely covering their curves, tits threatening to spill out, asses peeking from the bottom edges. It was only a flash, but it was enough.

My dick got instantly hard again, straining against my shorts. Fuck. I had to think of something, some way to see all these MILFs in those small towels in full glory, steam rising around their wet, glistening bodies, curves on display without anything getting in the way.

I could just walk naked in their section of the springs. I knew these thick women wouldn’t mind at all, but management would not like me turning this hot springs into an orgy.

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