Malmesbury farmer’s naked fun.
I was working in Cape Town and stopped over at the Calitsdorp spa outside of Calitsdorp and spent a couple of days relaxing there before heading home. It was in winter and of course the hot spring straight from the hot underground water, is a treat.
I was surprised to see a number of men were having a farmer’s conference. There were about 15 farmers, attending and myself at the resort. Being winter it was otherwise quiet as a church mouse.
The group arrived after the conference at the spa portion of the resort. They milled about unsure of what they should be doing, being at a spa on their own was something quite alien. I explained to them the various thermal spas, the sauna and how to enjoy the attributes of each.
I said to them the best is to have a sauna and then a cold water plunge. They agreed and with a great cheer decided that’s what they would do. I stripped and entered the sauna with 15 men from burly to skinny followed suite. After the temperature rose with great gouts of steam as I poured water on the hot rocks, sweat beaded and then poured off all of us crammed into the sauna.
It was time for the cold water plunge. I led 15 buck naked men outside across the lawns and jumped into the ice water pools outside, under the very beautiful night sky, filled with stars. There was a little hesitation from the group but with light hearted ribbing and teasing like naughty school kids, great mirth and splashing followed. As you plunged into the ice cold water it was like your old skin is stropped clean. It is very exhilarating. The cold night and cold water starts to seep into your very being, so we trekked back to the sauna, to start the process again.
The 2nd time the ice was broken and they ran around jumping and splashing in the cold water like naughty school kids. There is a big outdoor hot pool as well, so the snow white arses, and sock tans typical of a farmer swarmed across the road and into the hot pools next.
With much mirth they invited me to their chalet for a witblits coffee. There was a lot of banter, and teasing the one farmer had a very long penis and took delight in swinging his hips from side to side so his cock hit his arse cheeks.
I sensed a tension that some wanted to do more, but were tempered by their neighbors, what they would think syndrome. I often think of them and wonder what where they doing now?
I was working in Cape Town and stopped over at the Calitsdorp spa outside of Calitsdorp and spent a couple of days relaxing there before heading home. It was in winter and of course the hot spring straight from the hot underground water, is a treat.
I was surprised to see a number of men were having a farmer’s conference. There were about 15 farmers, attending and myself at the resort. Being winter it was otherwise quiet as a church mouse.
The group arrived after the conference at the spa portion of the resort. They milled about unsure of what they should be doing, being at a spa on their own was something quite alien. I explained to them the various thermal spas, the sauna and how to enjoy the attributes of each.
I said to them the best is to have a sauna and then a cold water plunge. They agreed and with a great cheer decided that’s what they would do. I stripped and entered the sauna with 15 men from burly to skinny followed suite. After the temperature rose with great gouts of steam as I poured water on the hot rocks, sweat beaded and then poured off all of us crammed into the sauna.
It was time for the cold water plunge. I led 15 buck naked men outside across the lawns and jumped into the ice water pools outside, under the very beautiful night sky, filled with stars. There was a little hesitation from the group but with light hearted ribbing and teasing like naughty school kids, great mirth and splashing followed. As you plunged into the ice cold water it was like your old skin is stropped clean. It is very exhilarating. The cold night and cold water starts to seep into your very being, so we trekked back to the sauna, to start the process again.
The 2nd time the ice was broken and they ran around jumping and splashing in the cold water like naughty school kids. There is a big outdoor hot pool as well, so the snow white arses, and sock tans typical of a farmer swarmed across the road and into the hot pools next.
With much mirth they invited me to their chalet for a witblits coffee. There was a lot of banter, and teasing the one farmer had a very long penis and took delight in swinging his hips from side to side so his cock hit his arse cheeks.
I sensed a tension that some wanted to do more, but were tempered by their neighbors, what they would think syndrome. I often think of them and wonder what where they doing now?
