We entered through glass doors into a spacious white building that looked like most standard swimming pools, Coach told me to wait for him as he approached the front desk. He smiled as he walked back towards me.
"Ok, let's go."
"Did you just pay for me?!" My eyes furrowed.
"Maybe." He shrugged, unbothered.
I exhaled in disappointment but followed him nonetheless, as I entered the changing room I had flashbacks to my previous experiences of Icelandic changing rooms, the lack of privacy, naked men everywhere and trying to keep my eyes from seeing too much of Coach, or him seeing too much of me. I guess we'd crossed the line on the last two.
We found a corner of the changing room that was currently empty, Coach being as unabashedly confident as he was quickly removed his clothes and stood bare, his eyes challenging me, I wasn't sure if he wanted me to look down or was challenging me to try and not look down. My eyes seemed to act of their own volition as they started heading down his chiselled chest. As I reached his navel I turned, preventing my eyes from betraying me. I heard him snigger behind me as he put his clothes in the locker before walking off, presumably to the showers. I peeled off my clothes as quickly as I could, checking over my shoulder to make sure I was still alone, luckily I was.
I pulled on my swimming shorts and deposited my clothes in a locker before walking out into the next section of the changing room to hunt down the showers.
"In here" I heard Coach call from within one of the large shower blocks, I turned the corner into the block to see Coach rubbing thick suds into his tanned ass cheek. He glanced over his shoulder and smirked knowingly. I quickly looked away and tried to distract myself from thinking about the sensation in my groin. I couldn't get aroused in a public place like this! I'd be done for indecent exposure!
I positioned myself under a shower near the entrance as far away from Coach as I could, I tried to picture boring things to prevent myself growing any harder. I scrubbed myself clean as Coach whistled away, I panicked as the whistling grew closer.
"Hurry up." He whispered in my ear, his tone sounding almost inviting. Sexual.
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. My eyes sprang open as he slapped my ass lightly before leaving the shower room, the sound reverberating off of the tile walls. Once I was clean I walked out of the shower room, Coach was waiting for me. Still completely naked.
"Why haven't you put your shorts on?!" I looked left and right, luckily we must have come at a quiet time as the room was empty.
"There's nobody here, and Icelandic people aren't as shy about nudity in changing rooms." I knew full well he'd only kept his shorts off to tease me.
He sighed as he pulled his swimming shorts over his thick legs. They looked almost like they would rip at the seams.
He held his hand out to me and guided me to the doors. I froze in place.
"What the hell!"
"What?" Coach laughed raucously.
I swung my arm out as if I was introducing the insanity that was playing out in front of our eyes.
Just beyond the glass doors I could see that the pool as an outdoor pool. An outdoor pool, in Iceland. In winter. To top it off there was a slight snow storm.
"So let me get this straight? We have to walk out of these doors, walk across the snow, barefoot, before getting into the pool."
Coach nodded excitedly.
I grunted as I knew it was too late to chicken out now.
"Is the water warm at least?" I prayed that the pool was using some of that magical Icelandic geothermal heat!
He continued nodding.
He squeezed my hand as if this was his warning to me, and it was. He flung open the glass door and started to jog towards a small circular pool that was just off to the side of the larger full size pool. The chill of the wind and snow cut straight through to my bones, I felt like my feet were going to freeze and drop off as the snow beneath seemed to burn at my soles.
It took us a minute or two to reach the small circular pool and by that time I could barely feel my hands. Coach let me get in first, I stepped down the spiral steps and breathed a sigh of relief as the warm water rose up my legs.
Due to the way the stairs spiralled into the pool, blocking us from view, I felt like we were completed secluded, not that there were many others using the pool at this time. There were a few people swimming lengths in the full size pool but these four or five 'hotpots' appeared to be empty.
