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Well, he’d known nicer hotels to stay in when on a business trip, thought Joe, but not many.  Out here in the middle of the Bavarian Alps at this lovely alpine inn.  Traditional, yet with all the comforts of a modern hotel.  The rooms were nice, the food was good and there was a wellness spa attached to the hotel, or as the Germans called it ‘ein wellness spa’.  The girls who staffed the hotel were nice as well, young, pretty and always cheerful.
 
Maria on reception looked at him with her big brown eyes.  She liked looking at men.  She undressed him with those big brown eyes.  Yes, she fancied seeing this one naked.
 
“Lovely to have you here”, she said in that sexy accent, “I hope to see a lot of you during your stay.  You must try our sauna”
 
After finishing his hard day at the local office Joe felt he deserved a long relaxation in the spa.  Looking at the brochure he read about the sauna.  That would be good.  Hot, sweaty and relaxing.  Just the thing.
 
The hotel provided a towelling robe so he got undressed, put his swimming trunks on, donned the towelling robe and went along to the spa.  
 
He was given instructions in halting English by a strapping blonde bearing a name badge pronouncing her to be Helga.  Helga did not undress him with her eyes.  She would get to see him naked, then she could form a judgment.  Not up to the mark, was her initial impression.  It was her impression of most men. She looked at his bathing costume disdainfully and pointed clearly to a big sign in English and German.  “Naked Spa.  No costumes permitted”. Gosh – the German way of doing things!  Ah well Joe, a veteran of rugby club communal baths, had no inhibitions about all being naked together in the sauna.  And – oh gosh – a mixed nude sauna, how exciting.  He went into the changing room, stuffed his trunks in the pocket of the towelling robe and hung it on the peg.  He stood there naked wondering what to do next.  There was a big notice on the wall with diagrams explaining the necessity of showering fully at all times before entering the sauna and after leaving it.  They were really into hygiene these Germans.  The diagrams showed in particularly detail the importance of soaping and massaging the naughty bits very carefully.
 
He set off to look for the shower room.  He should have taken a towel with him but nobody had told him to do that.  He had some difficulty finding the shower room as all the signs were in German but eventually the sound of running water drew him towards it.  He opened the door and gasped.  There were two women inside.  Naked.  Showering.  Well they would be thought Joe, but he had been expecting privacy for showering – a private cubicle.  That’s what you would have had in England.  But, well, this wasn’t England.  He stepped into the shower room.  It was a medium sized room with three shower heads on each wall.  Rather self-consciously he stood under one and turned on the water.  He jumped out.  It was freezing cold.  
 
The women stared at him and started muttering.  Why did he feels so embarrassed.  They were all naked together.  They must have thought him a real wimp, leaping out just because it was cold.  He crept back gingerly under the shower and conscious of the eyes on him started to massage the soap into his naughty bits.  The women continued to look at him strangely and said something in German.  Joe ignored them.  He preferred to keep himself to himself when naked.  The women shrugged and left.
 
The door opened and two young and attractive girls came in – stark naked.  They shrieked and backed out immediately.  What was that about thought Joe – had they seen a spider?  He looked around and couldn’t see one.  He soon found out why though. A few seconds later Helga came marching in.  Coming straight ove to him she turned off the shower
 
 
 
“You in lady’s shower room”, she said and grabbing hold of his arm she marched him out of the shower, through the changing room and back into the spa lobby.  The two girls, now in their robes, stood looking at him.  Joe cowered, embarrassed at being made to stand naked in the lobby while the girls looked at him.  He tried explaining to Helga that his robe was still in the changing room, but she wouldn’t or couldn’t understand.
 
Helga had no time for stupid men.  What was he gibbering on about.  Well he could just stand there on view while she told him off.  It served him right.
 
“This men’s” she said – pointing to the other door “men, women naked together only in sauna” and she pushed Joe into the men’s changing room.
 
Joe passed through the men’s changing room and into the men’s shower room blushing furiously at his mistake.  Only as he made his way to the sauna did he realise that he had no towel or anything.  Never mind, somebody was bound to have left one somewhere.
 
He made his way to the sauna which was situated in a separate wooden building in the hotel grounds; guests usually made their way along the path wrapped in their towel, but the path was screened off by a kind of wooden stockade, so apart from the fact that the people on the balconies of the rooms above could have seen him he wasn’t bothered.
 
He sat naked in the sauna, now he could relax.  He was just beginning to enjoy himself when the door opened and the two young girls came in.  They had towels wrapped around them and seemed somewhat reluctant to take them off.  Joe felt rather embarrassed sitting there naked with the two girls after all that had happened.  Still Helga had said that that was acceptable, and it wasn’t as if they hadn’t seen it all before.  But – oh no – his cock was starting to swell.  That would never do.  He turned over on to his stomach.
 
For Katrina and Julia it had been a bit of a surprise to find a naked man in the girls’ shower, and here he was again in the sauna.  Well they weren’t going to take their clothes off in front of him.  Not for anything.    It was nice to sit in the sauna with a bit of cock to look at, but it was hot, the cock was disappointingly diminutive and Katrina really did want to take her towel off.  The man with the cock looked hot, and sweaty.  Why didn’t he just go?
 
Joe was sweating, but he fancied waiting until to see if the girls took their towels off.  There didn’t seem much chance of it though.  Then Katrina had an idea.  The cock would have to go.  She spoke some English
 
“Why you not try plunge pool” she said
 
“Plunge pool” said Joe
 
“Yes – cold plunge pool.  It out through door”, she pointed to the door opposite the one that Joe had come in through.
 
Joe suddenly thought how good it would be to plunge into the plunge pool.  To cool his hot, sweaty, naked body.  Anyway the girls seemed to want rid of him.
 
“Oh – right” he said
 
He jumped down from the bench, opened the door and stepped through.  It was in the open air of course, but as he shut the door behind him he found to his horror that there was no protective stockade.  He was out in the open air in full view of the guests in the garden.  Next to him was what looked like a large bath full of cold water.  Aware of several pairs of eyes on him he jumped in.  It seemed the best way to get out of view quickly.  Over in the garden was the luscious receptionist Maria lying sunbathing.  She waved to him.  Oh no – now he’d have to get out in full view of her – how embarrassing.  Maria smiled, he did look good naked, she’d have to get a closer look.  Size him up.  She liked sizing men up.
 
Joe waited until Maria was looking the other way then leapt out the bath and tried the door handle back into the sauna.  Inside the sauna Katrina and Julia relaxed, their towels thrown nonchalantly on the floor.  They could take them off now that the silly man had gone.  Katrina slid the bolt across – after all they could hardly have him coming back in.
 
Joe pulled frantically on the door handle.  It wouldn’t budge.  He was standing out in the open naked with no towel or robe.  What was he to do?  Katrina heard him knocking, but – well – he’d get back into the hotel somehow.
 
Maria heard him knocking as well and looked round.  Fantastic, he couldn’t get back in.  It was her duty to go and help him.  Maria could think of nothing nicer than having to go to the help of a naked man.  To his dismay Joe saw her coming over to see him.  He stood there conscious of his balls and cock being on display.  He looked down – oh no! – immersion in the cold water had left him with a shrunken cock and wrinkly balls.  It was however a display which Maria lost no opportunity to admire.  She sized him up with her eye.  Pity she wouldn’t get the chance to tease him up, but she was a good judge of size and allowing for the effects of the cold water she reckoned 12 cms at maximum – a bit disappointing really.  .  Reluctantly she tore her eyes away and tried the door as well.  It didn’t move.
 
“I go get Helga” she said
 
Joe waited in trepidation still standing naked outside the sauna.  The footpath to the town ran twenty yards away and interested passers-by waved to him from time to time.
 
Maria spoke to Helga who marched into the sauna to find out what was going on.  Katrina and Julia explained that they felt they had to lock the stupid man out.  Helga nodded in agreement.  Stupid man, that was just her opinion too.  She marched out and round through the garden to where Joe was still standing, now shivering stark naked, outside the sauna.  She looked at his cock, unfortunately for Joe the cold of the late afternoon had shrunk it to even more unimpressive proportions.  Helga nodded to herself, that was what she had always thought.  The stupider the man, the smaller his cock.
 
She grabbed Joe by the wrist and marched him through the garden and round to the front door of the hotel.
 
“He got lost coming out of the sauna” she explained to the surprised guests.  She seemed to think this the only explanation necessary.  It was bad enough being displayed to the assembled guests, but being displayed with a shrunken cock.  It was just too embarrassing.  Joe scurried through.  Maria was back at reception.  Great –a chance to tease him up, she thought.
 
“Come in office with me” she said
 
Joe was only to happy to get out of the hotel lobby.
 
“You stand there” said Maria and she stared hard at his cock with those big brown eyes.  That usually did the trick.
 
Joe felt his cock stir, then swell, and the more Maria stared the more his cock swelled until…
 
Maria looked with satisfaction.  She took out her pocket ruler.
 
“Ah yes – twelve centimetres” she said with satisfaction, and made a little entry in her red notebook.